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  1. The inside of the cabinet was soaked with sweat. The GBN racer had fallen out, pushing the door open and knocking his headset off. A worried Ernie stood by him, crouching down to assist him. “Mr. Velo? Mr. Velo!” He yelled into the ear of the dazed diver. Dash slowly awoke, allowing the scientist to help him up. “Y-you were yelling in my ear.” Dash uttered softly. “But… no, that was in GBN.” Ernie looked confused as he brought Dash outside of the room. “Sorry sir. I didn’t mean to yell.” Dash laid against a nearby wall, hoping to keep his balance without assistance. “I felt something. I felt pain.” He exclaimed while looking at his helper. “Wait a minute…” Ernie began to pull out his cell phone. “I don’t know what happened sir. You got fourth place, then just shut down. Let me call-“ “Where are your glasses?” Dash put his hand on his forehand. The agony he was suffering got worse, crumbling down onto the floor. Ernie and another nearby worker bent down to help, but when Dash looked back up, Ernie had his glasses on. The racer began denying an ambulance, much to the dismay of the workers. They knew Dash was very sick, plus they wanted to get their star player back on the virtual track as soon as possible. Nevertheless, Dash was eventually chauffeured home in the company’s limo. He rested on the seats of the car, noticing the rain patter down on the vehicle. Dash was at least happy the nightmare was over. Being stuck in GBN like that didn’t make him want to go back. Sure, the company and other sponsors would be pissed, but the amount of money he had didn’t ever need him to work again. The limo started to slow down, stopping at the intersection. Dash pulled himself up as he glanced out the window. “The lights. They aren’t on.” He bent forward toward the driver. “Hey! Is the stoplight broken?” Once he looked back though, the red light turned to green. … Dash relaxed in the bedroom of his mansion, allowing the housekeepers to leave early. He had always joked that they were keeping track of him, like Amuro, but now that seemed to be more plausible. Something wasn’t right for him. He clearly felt disoriented, hoping the experience he had was just messing with him mentality, but inside he knew something was up. “Did they drug me?” He thought while he moved around on the bed. “I don’t get it.” A vibration jolted these thoughts, causing Dash to pullout his phone. “Cassidy. It’ll be nice to talk to someone I can trust.” He said as he began to respond. Dash dropped the phone on the floor, jumping out of the bed. “Ok. I need help.” He stated during his run to the front door. Opening the large door up, Dash was greeted by a skinny man dressed in a black overcoat. “mr velo” The man said. “youre not well” The racer panicked and pushed the lanky guy aside, running down the hill to the front gate. It was meant to keep crazed fans out, but Dash couldn’t find a way to get himself out of it. He looked back as the overcoat man and immediately shuttered. He was a fast runner for someone who didn’t move their joints. The arms and legs of the person, who Dash was starting to think wasn’t even a person, stayed straight while it jolted down the hill to pursuit. Dash observed the area, realizing there was only one way out for him. The front gate had a small room built by it for the gatekeeper. “This is gonna hurt!” He exclaimed while getting a head start. Bursting through the window, glass cut deep into Dash as he fell into the floor. He didn’t have time to clean up, but there wasn’t much to clean up. The cuts were there, but there was no blood anywhere around him. “GODAMMIT! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” Dash felt insane as he unlocked the front door, running out onto the street of the rich community. At this point, everything wasn’t right around him. Colors of buildings were either muted or so bright they hurt his eyes. The people around him didn’t dress normally and the cars moved at a dreadful pace, barely reaching 5 miles in hour. Dash couldn’t stop running through. Two others had joined his pursuer, running the same unnatural way. The diver had to lose them, running inside one of the nearby buildings. However, there was nothing for him to hide behind. It was an endless white void, almost the opposite of the nightmare inside GBN. Dash turned around, but he was too late. One of the pursuers pushed him onto the white floor, with the others grabbing him by the arms, opting to hold him up instead. The main overcoat wearer pulled out a large blade. “END END END” He pushed the sliver knife into the gut of Dash, causing him to scream in agony. He knew he was going to die in this hellish world and there was nothing he could do about it. BANG! BANG! BANG! The three pursuers dropped to the void’s ground, bullet holes in each of their heads. No blood poured out of them or Dash’s stab wound. The racer could barely stand as he viewed his lifesaver. “What? Allelujah?” “Wrong.” He responded while helping up Dash, who noticing that his wound didn’t hurt anymore. “I took this form because it suited me very well.” He snapped his fingers, causing the void to mesh and meld into something else. Dash looked around to see the room, now a spitting image of the main bridge of the Ptolemaios. “I don’t… I don’t get it. Is this GBN?” The CB lookalike stood still. “Yes and no. The best way I can explain it is that it’s a middle point between logging in and the game itself.” He paced through the area, circling around Dash. “The world you were in was a creation by the data inside your brain, likely an attempt by you to make everything be back to normal again. It failed.” The diver looked concerned. “Data?” His lifesaver glanced back away, then back. “Your body is likely deceased. Whatever is standing next to me could be the only part of Dash Velo that’s left. A copy perhaps?” Dash didn’t know how to respond. Nothing made sense to him anymore. “So who are you then?” He asked. The man showed emotion for the first time as he slightly smiled. “I’m the most important thing to you in all of GBN. I’m the Airspace.” Dash jumped back. “My Gunpla? But how?” Airspace snapped his fingers once again, sending them back to the white void building. Him and Dash walked out, with the diver worrying about other strange people finding him. At that moment, it popped out of the world. “Sorry, I had to leave that void. I’ve had these powers ever since I was born, but every time I use them, THEY show up.” The two stood in the middle of the street, with no people in sight. “I have so many questions.” Exclaimed a very confused Dash. Airspace once again smirked. “The other guy and I will try to explain everything we can, but right now we need to get to a safer area. Someplace that we can make a game plan to leave his hell you’ve created.” Dash wasn’t trilled about the jab at him, but he still wanted one question answered. “The other guy?” A blast of air hit the two as they looked up, seeing a Nemo floating down from the sky. Dash noticed that it looked slightly different from the regular AEUG mobile suit while the cockpit opened. The pilot held the grapple until it reached the ground, letting go as he walked toward the two. Holding his right hand out, he began to speak. “Hello Dash. My name is Ryder Sarka.”
  2. Immediately, Dash began to engage his rival, blasting right past the pink Asshimar. Dash wasn’t worrying about any of the other pilots, unless they got in the way. Unfortunately, another Gunpla began to ride on his tail, directly firing at the Kyrios. Dash pointed his beam machine gun, which almost worked like a turret in flight mode, back at the United Over Flag, hoping that the machine would back off. However, Rex had other plans. The Gassela burst through the clouds, only firing two shots. They each directly hit the middle of the enemy, setting the Over Flag ablaze in the air. “Those were perfect shots!” Dash thought as he banked left, hoping to avoid the purple Gaplant. Rex was no rookie Diver though, and relayed a volley of railgun shots at Dash, hitting parts of the previously damaged wing. At this point, the left wing was toast, causing the Kyrios to lose balance and height quickly. “Geez Dash! I didn’t think you’d go down THAT quickly!” Yelled out Rex as he followed his prey. Dash looked up to see the Mach Murasame taking on the gray Wing unit. He knew that would be a challenging fight for his rival. As a real life fighter pilot, the Diver with the Mach Murasame had a type of experience in flying the others wished they could have. As much as it pained him to do so, Dash had to focus on Rex, pulling up as high as he possibly could to avoid crashing into the surface. Letting go of the controls, the aircraft stalled in the air, which likely would’ve caused a great deal of G-Forces in a non GBN setting. Rex almost panicked as the Kyrios began to almost float toward him, but he still knew some of Dash’s tricks. The large diver decided to instead use brawn over brains, directly hitting the middle of the plane with the large Gaplant. “That’ll show you! I know y-“ Everything began to go black for the cocky diver as the Airspace careened to the bottom of the canyon. “T-this isn’t right.” Dash contemplated as the virtual reality started crumbling around him. “Is the game shutting off? I don’t… I don’t know what…” Darkness surrounded the pilot, giving him no sense of direction as to where he could be. He was still in the game, as the warnings of the damaged Gunpla reminded him, but where ever he was, it was definitely not the Great Canyon. “I don’t understand.” He uttered while looking through the menu, hoping to find answers, but there was nothing. Every word, pictures, and whatever else he could normally navigate through was gone. “No use looking at a blank screen.” Dash said, but the reality of the situation started to set in. There was no way teleport out of the Kyrios or even log out. Something was clearly wrong with the game, Dash knew that for sure, but couldn’t quite figure out this plain of “existence” he was in. Was the Gunpla floating or still? Had he been there a minute or a day? His concept of reality crumbled more and more until a faint whisper graced his ear. “what did you expect” The voice faintly spoke to Dash, who by this point had fallen back onto the floor of the cockpit. “you and your rival would fight and youd win” The voice felt louder to the diver, even through he knew it was still a whisper. “Thats Just Garbage Storytelling Where The Racing Legend Pulls Through And Gets Their Stupid Virtual Trophy In The End” “I… what? I wanna go back. Back to life. Back to reality.” Dash never actually said anything, but the voice knew his thoughts. “ToO LatE FoR ThaT” The voice started to hurt his ears. “How..?” The diver didn’t know what to think anymore. He was simply struck with fear. … … … “END” “END” “END” GBN AUTOMATIC LOGOUT ATTEMPT #182: FAILURE GBN AUTOMATIC LOGOUT ATTEMPT #4795: FAILURE GBN AUTOMATIC LOGOUT ATTEMPT #$&%!: SUCCESS
  3. If Dave hadn’t been using an IBO Gunpla, he would’ve been toast. Instead, the machine was only slightly toasted, muting the yellow and maroon colors of the Smackdown. He COULD keep pushing toward the large mobile armor, but even the Astaroth couldn’t survive an attack like that multiple times. “Can’t go upward.” He thought while landing his Gunpla on top of a nearby building. The bland man glanced all around the map, hoping to find some way to get to the Hashmal. Most areas were covered with Plumas. All except one hole in the outskirts. A tunnel, used for a nearby road, was dug out of the hills. “Must go downward.” He uttered while flying toward the opening, hoping the mobile armor would be distracted with some other poor souls. He knew the Exia’s pilot had skill though, knowing that he could be useful in his plan. The tunnel was a very tight squeeze, definitely not meant for a mobile suit. Barely getting inside, he listened for the steps of the machine, taking different paths to find the best route. This was all while he’d punch the roof of the tunnel, hoping his plot would come to fruition. Suddenly, Dave’s luck ran out. A substantial amount of Plumas began to catch up with him on both sides, leaving no way out to leave without major damage or the destruction of the Astaroth. Still far from the Hashmal, he had to rely on the other pilot. Using his four fists, Dave slammed up at the roof, creating massive cracks all around him. “Exia. Get it closer to your position, but keep him in the outskirts.” Pointing his arms at each group, he had to buy himself some time. “Don’t use Trans-Am yet. You’ll know when.”
  4. Three Plumas jumped off the roof of one of the broken buildings near the Smackdown, attempting to catch the yellow Gunpla off-guard. At first, it looked like they'd connect with the machine, but Dave was beginning the figure out their patterns as they would stop and start moving. Once they got dangerously close, the diver stepped to the right, pointing his right fist at the three. With all his might, the fist pushed the three into each other, smacking the wall in the process. The crushed parts mixed together with the wall's materials, creating a large crack. "Yes." Dave finally responded to his teammate, swiping the Gunpla's arm back to remove some of the oil. He knew the other player was right. The amount of Pluma's in the area were substantial. Whoever else was on the team was likely destroyed, meaning they didn't have much of a chance to even get to the Hashmal if they tried to defeat the mobile armor's minion. The Astaroth blasted upward in the air, attempting to get as much distance between the massive group and himself. Seeing the mission's goal in sight, he began his assault forward, knowing in the back of his head that the tiny machines would follow suit. "Ignore them." Dave uttered. "Get to the Hashmal." It was easier said than done...
  5. The main lobby of GBN was filled to the brim with crazy looking cosplayers and animal people as Dave walked around. That was the fun part of GBN for most players. You could look however you wanted to, but Dave was perfectly fine with just looking like Dave. Ironically, the bland man with a white T-shirt and jeans stood out in the crowd as he looked through the the mission list, seeing if he could find a mission that would just give him something to do. It didn't take long to find a mission that was starting to become quite popular in the game. Order of the Seven Stars began to get a reputation of being one of the most difficult challenges in all of GBN. In fact, no one had ever beaten it. "Hm. Okay." CLICK! Wherever he was transported to, the place had seen better days. Noticing the Hashmal immediately, he saw the mobile armor utterly decimating the landscape. "Alright." Said Dave as he walked toward the machine, not even worrying about speed or any of his teammates currently. He decided not to wait and try this mission with his Force, the Baka Brawlers, knowing that only their Grandmaster would stand a chance against the metal beast. He wasn't even paying attention as to who was even on his team right now while The Astaroth Smackdown's feet crunched down on debris. "Doesn't matter." He thought while black metal creatures watched him. Dave didn't really care if they won or lost. Suddenly, four of the Plumas pounced at the neutral diver, but Dave didn't care. He pulled up on the controls and turned around, grabbing two of the vicious enemies in the Astaroth's hands. He then quickly turned off the thrusters, angling his legs at the other two. They didn't see it coming when he crashed down on them, sandwiching the two between him and the ground. Dave looked at the two squirming in his hands, mashing them together into a mishmash of oil and metal parts. That wasn't the end of their attack though, as many more began to attack the IBO custom. Dave stared down, clicking two buttons on the control pad. The hands above the regular ones tightened, creating a "double fist" of two stacked appendages. The diver thought back to when he told his crew about his Astraroth's gimmick. "You gotta say it loudly when you do it!" Josh Duncan clinched his fists and began to punch the air "FOUR FISTS!!!!" Dave blinked and didn't react to the stupidity. "No. That's fine." The fists flew into some of the Plumas, pulverizing a couple of them in the process. The sheer strength of the hands began to push back the machines, all without the Gunpla moving from its spot. Eventually, the enemy had enough, opting to go kill some other poor mobile suit. Dave's comms blared as one of his teammates flew near him. “Anyone out there? We lost an ally already!” Dave heard as he ignited his engines, flying toward the white Exia. "Hello."
  6. Walking outside of the Zeong's head, Kyle looked around the savannah. The group of four seemed to be alone, with no Archangel or anything else in sight. The diver knew that whatever happens during their next mission, Beta Team will likely be on their own. "Wouldn't want to fight with those Titans anyways." He thought while walking toward Aida. Kyle put his hand on the back of his head. "Sorry I couldn't do much this time." He exclaimed. "I'll promise you that the Trinames will be complete by the time we do the mission, whatever that may be." Kyle pulled up his menu, checking to see if he was past his allotted playtime he gave himself. It was close, but the diver decided that he needed to get to back to his real job. "I'm gonna have to log out now." He uttered while pressing a few buttons. "Great job on the win! I'll see you guys next time!" With that statement, the diver materialized away from GBN. Pulling off the headset, the sides of them were covered in sweat. "Gross!" He yelled while grabbing wipes. "Wish I had one of those more comfortable, hi-tech ones..." He wiped the whole setup down and picked up his Zeong gunpla, placing it back where it belonged in his collection. "You were good, but you're no Trinames, that's for sure." He thought to himself as he glanced at the uncompleted custom. "Nothing will stand in the way of the Comet Meister's machine!"
  7. Each of the mobile suits blasted forward, changing into their much faster flight forms. One by one, the contestants began to make their way into the crevice, with the Wing Flanker taking the lead. “And they’re off!” Chaser exclaimed, now inside an announcers booth of a small transport ship. One of the race’s advertisers had their logo on the side of the vessel, with big red letters spelling out ZAPP. “Looks like the Wing Flanker has taken the lead, but the Kyrios Airspace isn’t too far behind!” Dash grunted as he tried to catch up to his nemesis, but the somewhat straight path lead to a hard right, causing many of the pilots to pull back. The two didn’t stop though, as the Wing Flanker maneuvered gracefully to the right, creating a big gap between the Gunpla and the others. Meanwhile, Dash’s maneuver wasn’t nearly as successful. He watched as his left wing ever so slightly touched the rock wall, causing him to lose the draft he had with the leader. “Ah! Stupid rookie mistake!” He said while gritting through his teeth. Many of the other players started to pass the Kyrios, including Rex in his Gassela. “Ha ha!” He laughted while tilting his machine left and right, taunting Dash. “There’s no way in hell you’re getting the win playing like that!” Now near last place, Dash pulled up near the top of the ravine, getting dangerously close to braking the rules. He looked to see if he could find some way to catch up, noticing a fork in the ravine. Situations like that happened constantly in GBN, with Dash rationally thinking what path would give him the best outcome. Seeing the Wing Flanker take the left path took any sense of rationality away from the diver as he began to follow suit. Diving down, he expected to see his rival, but the pathway only seemed to have him and the Airblaster racing down it. The two were almost neck in neck, but the alert my their mobile suits caused them to bank in different directions. Two tiny flyers blasted past them at breakneck speeds. “What?” Thought Dash. “The Bawoo Brothers aren’t that fast!” Pushing forward, Dash and the other pilot began to catch up to the undocked mobile suit parts. Upon further inspection, Dash knew the brothers weren’t using their typical Bawoo. It was white with red highlights, with it also being shaped slightly differently. “A Rebawoo? They didn’t register that for the race!” While not necessarily illegal in the GBN racing rules (Dash thought of the divers who reveal new Gunpla in tournaments), it was unethical to trick them, although the Bawoo Brothers weren’t known for their ethics. The attacker and nutter purposely lessened their speed, pulling back to get close to the Airblaster. “What the hell are they up to?” Dash thought. At that moment, the two flew over and under the custom model from Gundam X, sandwiching the poor machine. The Airblaster couldn’t do much except glide with the Neo Zeon flyers, which jetted forward toward the ground. Picking up plenty of speed, the brothers pulled back as hard as they could at the final moment of impact, causing the plane to almost slide out of the “sandwich”. It was too late for the Gunpla though, the Airblaster slammed hard into rocky surface, creating a large explosion. Dash could hear their chuckles as they began to fly back to him. “Oh man! Looks like the Airblaster is down for the count!” Chaser uttered while in the edge of his seat. Dash Velo better watch out! The Bawoo, or should I say, REBAWOO Brothers are creating mayhem on the racetrack. “What the hell?” yelled Dash as he pressed a couple buttons on the control panel. “These guys are really nasty today!” Looking through their profiles, he finally found a clear picture of the mobile suit. “That’s definitely an upgrade!” He exclaimed as he glided through the ravine, noticing now curvy their path was becoming. The attacker and nutter had much less of a problem navigating the canyon due to their size, getting closer and closer to Dash with each turn they had to make. The diver wasn’t stupid enough to get squished between them, but he knew how crafty the two could be. He recalled their famed Axis win, where the two managed to tie through clever tricks inside the asteroid. “Those two bickered more during the trophy ceremony than actually enjoying it!” Dash articulated. “Wait…” The diver’s plan began right as the attacker jetted toward him. Opting to fly diagonally to the left of the nutter, Dash waited for the top part of the Rebawoo to strike, pulling his controls toward himself. The Kyrios flew back as the brothers smacked each other, causing damage to both machines. “Watch it, Scound!” said the nutter pilot, Wretch. “Oh shut up, you shouldn’t of been there in the-” Dash jetted ahead of the two, all while the two bickered. “No you don’t!” The attacker pilot yelled with his brother following suit. Planning out his next move, the Kyrios pilot decided to pull back from his huge lead. “What’s Dash up to?” Chaser asked. “Oh, I get it! He’s baiting them!” The crowd cheered, with some more focused on the other path’s racers. Getting between the two horizontally, He waited for them to strike again, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to resist the urge. Of course, the attacker and nutter started their assault, but the speed of the Airspace left the two to become a mangled pile. “What the? We’re stuck!” Scound screamed as he pulled his controls in all directions. “This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t such a terrible pilot!” Wretch responded. “Well your pilotin- AHHHHH!” The two weren’t paying attention to the turn, crashing right into the rock wall while Dash flew past the two. With Dash being the only person left on the path, he didn’t have much of a challenge getting through, eventually getting to the massive colony crater. It was much better than Dash had expected, but he knew that it would allow them to have plenty of room to fight. “Heh. Wish that was the only part of the match.” He exclaimed once he realized he was the only one there. “I too good for these clowns.” He didn’t have anytime to gloat though, as the other racers made their way to the crater. Dash noticed that the Rezelta was no where to be seen. “Probably couldn’t handle the turns.” He thought. The aircraft flew all around each other, waiting for the approval by the management to start the second part. “Let the dogfight begin!!!” Chaser screamed as the diver’s weapons unlocked. Dash watched as the other five kicked off the battle. The crowd roared as the fight between divers truly began.
  8. “Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap!” A skinny man in a lab coat was bolting through the hallway of what looked to be a high tech facility, almost smacking another worker in the leg with his briefcase. As he took a left turn, the door he was looking for finally appeared. “I didn’t expect Mr. Velo’s machine to take that long to fix!” He thought while he typed the entrance code in front of him. As the door opened, the room lit up, only containing a single large cabinet with a table next to it. “Oh man! That was a close one. If he had-” Suddenly, a figure emerged behind the cabinet. “You’re late, Ernie!” The man yelled. “One of the biggest events ever and you were late?” For someone who seemed important, the man looked fairly average with no outlying features or clothing. “MR. VELO!” The scientist said as he jumped back. “I was just-” “Did you fix the stability issue with the left leg?” Mr. Velo interrupted. Moving his glasses, the scientist put the briefcase of the table, undoing the latches. Mr. Velo pushed the man out of the way and stared at the blue plastic model, gently pull it out of the molded foam. “It’s perfect.” He exclaimed. “But there’s no issue for you to be late.” He walked inside the cabinet, putting the model over what looked to be a scanner. “One of the best racers in the goddamn league and I’m surrounded by morons.” Mr. Velo said as he sat down while putting on a headset. The cabinet door closed as the scientist walked out of the room. … “WELCOME TO THE GREAT CANYON TRIATHLON!” An accounted uttered through a microphone. Surrounding him were many large stands with thousands of people cheering. Many battleship were also high in the sky, with some displaying various sponsors on the side of their hulls. This area was only a small chunk of the Great Canyon, one of the many expansive places to go in GBN. The massive ravine went many different directions as nine mobile suits stood at the edge of one side. The platform, which was also surrounded by fans, had a gigantic screen facing everyone, with a smug doppelganger of Stalker smirking at them. “My name is Chaser and I’ll be your announcer for what’s sure to be one of the best GBN’s events ever!” One by one, the names and mobile suits began to be shown to the crowd. Near one of the concession stands, a Zeon fan with a snake head picked up a large cone with pink cotton candy on top. “Exsscuse me. Sssorry!” He exclaimed while trying to get through a large crowd back to his friends. Meanwhile, a Titans cosplayer was stuck sitting behind one of the biggest ogres he’d ever seen. “Oh, come on!” He screamed. “Can I at least get a look at the screen?” Getting a quick peak, he saw two people standing in front of a Neo Zeon mobile suit. “Next up!” Chaser yelled. “You know their Hotrod from the Axis race and their butting rivalry. It’s the Bawoo Brothers!” At that moment, the whole crowd went silent. Everyone who cared about GBN races knew who was next. “And last, but DEFINITELY not least, it’s the Celestial Speedster, the GN Driver, the diver looking for his 100th win…” Dash Velo and the Kyrios Airspace! The crowd went wild, cheering and hollering as Dash waved at them. No longer boring and drab, the diver now had bright blue hair with white streaks, all while wearing a special tracksuit made just for him. Outside was a confident man who kept waving, but inside, Dash was deep in thought. “He won’t beat me again. Never again…” A buzzer blared, signaling the pilots to teleport into their machine. As Dash appeared in the cockpit, he pulled up the racer list. 58-Kyrios Airspace 143-Airblaster 99-Mach Murasame 25- Gassela 392-Asshamar 653-United Over Flag 7-Rezelta 100- Bawoo Hot Attacker 001-Bawoo Rod Nutter 402-Wing Flanker “Wing Flanker…” Dash muttered. A deep voice then appeared over his comms. “Hey Velo! You gonna end up having another Dakar moment?” The other racer said while snickering. Dash chuckled. “Not if you end up like you did during the Marshall Islands Marathon, Rex!” The deep voice diver howled with laughter as Chaser began speaking to them and the crowd. “The race will begin and go all the way though the ravine. The racers cannot fly over the canyon or use any weapons. Once they get through the ravine, the dogfight begins in the colony crater. When two divers are left, they’ll be transported to the final secret area. They’ll be able to transform and duel for the victory with no restrictions! Are our racers ready?” Each of the Divers signaled, allowing the triathlon to begin. Chaser smiled. “GUNPLA! TRANSFORM!!!”
  9. Josh may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could tell something was fishy about the situation. Upon further inspection, their mobile suits didn’t have the look of an average GBN worker. Plus, they could easily just teleport the Juagguphant out of the hangar with them. “Hmm… You know what?” Josh said. “I think I’m just gonna go ahead and keep him.” He began to walk toward the outer hangar door, but the red and blue SUMO put its hands out, blocking the Titanus. “It’s against the rules to take it.” He responded. The diver, along with his twin brother, ironically had the physique of sumo wrestlers, along with shiny bald heads. The only part that wasn’t identical were their A-Law outfits, which matched the colors of their respective mobile suits. “Put it in the cage NOW.” However, something managed to grab the Juagguphant right out of its arms. “Where’d it go?” The other SUMO diver yelled. Suddenly, the Juagguphant slammed into the green and yellow Gunpla, stunning the mobile suit with its bubble. The animal bounced to the ground and rolled near it’s thrower. “The Fucanglong!” Josh exclaimed. “How’d you grab the Juagguphant?” The Titanus and red SUMO looked in awe as the cloaked machine slowly walked forward, who’s pilot was surprisingly chatty about the situation. “It took a little bit of retooling to get rid of the stunning effect, but once I figured out these special animals blocked anyone who has used Break Decals, I waited here for the true culprits to arrive.” “BREAK DECALS?!?!” Josh screamed while moving his Gunpla to also look shocked. “I’m surrounded by cheaters!” The red SUMO pilot chuckled. “You know, their stunning effect doesn’t last too long, but mine does!” With each arm pointing at its opponents, the I-Field Bankers turned on, holding the Titanus and Fucanglong in place. “Oh come on!” Josh uttered as the SUMO picked up the cage, lying it down on the Juagguphant. “These little Gunpla have been useful for making my generators much more powerful.” Josh scowled. “I doubt that’s the only reason you’ve been collecting them though.” The green machine stood up, grabbing its fallen saber. “That guy caught me of guard, Ho!” Ho laughed while closing the cage. “Hoho, you’re better than that!” He responded. “None of that matters though. We’ve got a REAL nice one to sell.” Josh pressed practically every button he had access to in an attempt to move, but to no avail. These two made his blood boil. Selling rare animals to the highest bidder was sickening, especially since they were put in the game just for fun. At that moment, a message popped up. THE SECOND YOU CAN MOVE, GRAB IT AND LEAVE The Dragon arm of the Fucanglong extended and tore into the hangar bay door, with the movement causing it to electronically open prematurely. The fake air seeped out more and more as it unlocked, causing all the mobile suits to fly out of the colony. For a second, Josh was worried about the oxygen for the Juagguphant, but realized that he once again got way into the game. He watched as the cage floated away from the others while the cloaked machine began its attack. The two blade wielders clashed swords while the red SUMO flew toward the caged animal. “It’ll be a while before these recharge.” Ho exclaimed. “Keep ‘im busy!” Hoho pulled back his shield, attempting to hit the enemy in the waist, but the black mobile suit fired its machine cannons, sending Hoho away from him to shield the attack. Meanwhile, Josh waited for the Titanus to reset, hoping to beat Ho to the cage. “Come on. Come on! COME ON!” He screamed. “Just work, dammit!” Punching the controls with both hands, the Titanus’ Age system lit up. “Huh! Guess that worked.” He stated while pressing forward on the thrusters. Switching blade hands, the Fucanglong set the shield ablaze, causing the entire part to burn right down to the socket. “Weak.” He said “You’re nothing without Break Decals. The Dragon head grasped the SUMO’s right arm, pulling the entire machine towards him. “I’ve become much stronger than any Break Decal!” The Heat Sword pierced the green Gunpla in the chest, stopping Hoho from being apart of the battle any longer. The Fucanglong’s diver glanced at the other two, but noticed many warning signs nearby. “It’s time to leave.” “HYEH!” The Titanus reached the SUMO, headbutting the red Gunpla. “There’s no way you’re taking him away!” Josh howled, slamming the Titanus’ hands together. Grabbing the I-Fields, he pulled back on the controls, ripping the only means of battle of the SUMO away for Ho. Not that it mattered much though. Warning signs were all over Josh’s cockpit view. “Aw man! Who’s gonna show up to ruin my battle?” The Titan cosplayer didn’t expect close to 20 GBN-Guard Frames to crash his party. … It took some explaining for Josh to get out of the mess he was apart of. At first, the administrator didn’t expect someone to make that many dumb decisions, but listening to Josh tell the story convinced him that the Diver meant no ill will. After all, this would allow GBN to stop a large trafficking scheme involving their rare animals. That would have been the end of it, but after much pleading by Josh, the administrator caved, giving the diver a not so secret prize. “PLEASE GRANDMASTER?” Josh begged on his knees to their team leader, a wise old man with a long white beard, to keep the reward he was given. The Juagguphant sat behind him, glancing at the bridge of the Champion. “A Marseille III-class ship with only five team members definitely has the room for a pet!” The Grandmaster stroked his beard. “Hmmmmmm. Fine! But you must care of it!” Before he could even finished, Josh had left for the nearest pet shop. Walking down the main street of the colony once again, he noticed there weren’t many people outside with him. “I wonder where anyone is?” He thought. “Oh my gosh! I forgot about the race! I gotta go tell the…” Josh did a double take to a nearby alley. He thought he saw a hooded man, but when the Diver looked again, he was gone. This wouldn’t be the last time he’d see the Fucanglong…
  10. The Fucanglong Gundam unsheathed a heat saber, taken directly from the Gouf. Holding it down, the tip began to scorch the ground of the colony. However, his plan of attack wouldn’t actually be to attack. Falling for the bait, Josh ran forward at the breakneck pace, readying his fist for a punch that could knock down a Psycho Gundam. “Hyah!” He yelled as the hand was about to connect, but the Fucanglong simply moved slightly to the left. The Titanus’ fist crashed, along with the entire Gunpla, right into the ground. “Lost my balance there…” Josh said. “There’s no way this guy could dodge my attack! I-It’s just impossible.” Climbing up, he turned around to see the black mobile suit staring right at him, still unmoving. The Diver stood in the cockpit, surveying the Titanus as it once again started attacking him. Punches, kicks, beam lariats, and everything the dark blue Gunpla had was thrown at the Fucanglong, but all were dodged. As two punches were thrown, the enemy made its move, grabbing below the shoulders of the Titanus. “Ah!” Josh yelled. “He’s so fast!” Before he could use his knee to counterattack, he heard a faint voice from the Fucanglong. “Age-1.” They whispered. “It’s flawed.” The cloaked machine pulled up, popping the two arms right out of their slots. The machine cannons on the torso fired directly at Josh’s Gunpla, causing cracks in the Age System. Josh could barely move the mobile suit as it crashed to the ground. “Hey!” He screamed. “That’s not faiAHH!.” The Heat sword burnt though the waist of the Titanus, piercing it. With no way to pull it out, Josh could only watch as the Fucanglong searched for his new friend. “Come on!” He said as he messed with the controls. “We’ve survived worse!” The fear of the other diver rose in Josh, as he saw the cloaked mobile suit push away a few fallen trees. Beneath them lied the hiding place of the Juagguphant, scared now of it’s mind. Not wasting time, the Fucanglong reached out but its dragon claw, but something stopped him in its tracks. Josh tried to look, but the angle of the saber blocked his view. Deciding to transport out of the mobile suit, the diver saw the red and black Gunpla motionless, with a bubble appearing around the Juagguphant. “What the heck?” Josh thought. The bubble dissipated while the Fucanglong was still unmoving. Running to Josh, the Juagguphant managed to trip on one of the nearby fallen trees, almost squishing Josh. “You ok?” He asked. The Juagguphant got up, then looked down to see a large shadow. The Fucanglong stood over the two, pushing its cloak away. “Don’t worry.” Josh told his friend. “Seems like he can’t touch you.” Strangely, the enemy pulled its heat sword out of the Titanus, sheathing the blade. “I’m done with this.” The pilot said, igniting its thrusters to fly toward the hangar. Josh stood there, looking confused at what just happened. “I guess… I won?” He exclaimed. “Hey! I won the mission all by myself, Mr. Juagguphant.” He looked to the right, but the animal was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was pushing one of the arms into position. “Oh hey! Thanks!” Josh got back in the Titanus and guided the machine to push the arms back in, with the help of the Juagguphant. The mobile suit had taken some damage, but it could still easily get to the hangar in time. Picking up the Juagguphant, Josh flew back to the airlock, noticing two shiny mobile suits waiting for him. “Oh, I thought the mission would end once I got here.” Josh said. “You two must be administrators wanting to pick him up, right?” The red and blue one looked at the other. “Uh, yeah! That’s right.” He said while putting a cage down on the hangarbay. “Just put ‘im in here and you’ll get your reward!”
  11. The Astral Age made it clear that the fight was mainly between him and Beta Four as he attempted to dodge the GN Rifle’s blasts. Only the last shot managed to hit, destroying one of the smaller thrusters on the unit. “That might cause some problems.” He thought to himself. His intention was to, once again, fire at the machine while it was distracted with his ally. However, he watched as the GP03 ended up slamming directly into one of the nearby asteroid. Going to help the machine, an idea popped into the diver’s head. “Idea? Asteroid?” Charo chirped. “You read my mind, Charo!” Kyle responded. “Who knows? In this virtual world, he COULD’VE actually read my mind!” As Beta Four began their counterattack on the crazed diver, Kyle began his assault to help. He looked around for the largest asteroid he could find in the wreckage. Jetting to the biggest rock nearby, he put the Zeong’s hands directly on it. Even with zero gravity, the size of the asteroid was proving to be a challenge for the diver. “Alright, little buddy.” He yelled. “Help me out here!” Charo jumped on the controls and push one of the joystick with him. In reality, it wouldn’t mean too much, but the asteroid did slowly manage the move toward the two other players. Once it was at a nice pace, the Zeong’s hands pushed off the rock, as Kyle watched it head to the back of the Astral Age. Launching it’s hands, they floated into the positions the diver wanted them to. “Perfect.” He thought. “One big rock could be a challenge, but he could still avoid it.” Kyle fired each of the finger guns, aiming all around the asteroid. “But tons of rocks won’t be avoidable!” The chunks flew forward in the direction of the enemy, as Kyle hoped the distraction would help Beta Four finally finish this.
  12. All Josh wanted out of GBN was fighting others while showing off some cool moves. He didn’t expect to be playing what was essentially a safari simulator (except the sky looked cylindrical) , which he admitted had quite realistic animals for a Gundam game. The diver kept walking, hoping that something different would catch his eye. “Maybe they’re a different color? Different size?” He thought. It was then that he noticed two cheetah perched on a nearby hill. The two didn’t look happy that an outsider was in their vicinity. “Just relax.” He said. “They’re not real. Just computer programs… who look very hungry.” Doing what you should never do in a situation like this, the scared diver bolted, starling the cheetahs. The two animals jumped toward the diver, who had no chance to outrunning them. “Please don’t rip me apart!” He yelled. “I never got to post my last video!” Thankfully, a missile slammed into the ground, blowing away the cheetahs far from Josh. The Titan cosplayer looked up expect a large mobile suit, but was surprised to see a machine only a couple feet taller (but much wider) than him. The Juagguphant sat near Josh, putting its left arm down. “What the…” He said. “Wait a minute. You’re the special animal!” He jumped up and ran toward the gray Gunpla. “I’ve heard about rare creatures like you appearing in GBN after the Bearguy’s success. I should’ve been looking for something like you!” He walked up to the Juagguphant, putting his head on its trunk. “Thank you for saving me.” Josh exclaimed. “I just really get caught up in this world. It’s a waaaaay better life than what’s happening at home.” Josh began to walk away, motioning for the special animal to follow. The Juagguphant hopped up and began to spray what Josh assumed would be water from its trunk. It was oil. After resetting his avatar, the two eventually made it back to the Titanus. “So…” Josh uttered. “All I have to do is take you to the hangar of this place.” Josh was excited to see what the secret reward would be, but he had started to get attached to the machine. The diver transported into the AGE, reaching down to pick up the Juagguphant, which just barely fit in the palm of the Titanus’ hand. True to its animal name, it was a heavy little creature. “Oh come on, Titanus!” He yelled. “Those muscles aren’t meant for nothing!” Deciding to hold it with two hands, Josh pulled up, flying away from the safari. However, someone else had other plans. A red and black claw grasped the Titanus’ left leg, pulling it down from the sky. Josh jerked his mobile suit around, but lost his grip on the Juagguphant! The diver ignited his right knee, pushing on the claw, then flew down to grab his new friend. “Come on!” He said as he just barely stopped the gray machine from plummeting into the ground. In fact, the Titanus had to do a forward roll to keep the momentum going. Josh planted the Gunpla’s feet on the ground, standing up to see a cloaked machine pulling back its own arm from the sky. “What do you think you’re doing?” Josh yelled out. “This is my mission.” The black Gunpla stood there, not responding to the question. Josh slowly put the Juagguphant to the ground. “Go hide somewhere safe, little buddy.” He told the Juagguphant. “I won’t let this guy hurt you.” The diver took a few steps forward, igniting his arm and leg’s beam sabers. “You’re not leaving this place with the Juagguphant!” He screamed as the pink blades got bigger. The enemy was unfazed by this flex, instead deciding to push it’s cloak back, revealing much more of the red and black Gunpla. Josh took the opportunity to scan the other machine hoping to find some sort of information. RESULTS: 1 FUCANGLONG
  13. Gundam Battle Nexus Online was home to many different locations, some of which are space colonies. Most were the typical sort. Cities with parks, bridges, and other objects to make civilians’ lives feel normal. A few though, were created just for certain quests because of their varied areas. One such quest managed to create a heap of trouble for a couple of divers with very unlike playstyles… “Mmmmm!” A man mumbled while eating a burger. “How can something fake like this taste sooooo good!” This is Josh Duncan, who had just managed to get some ketchup on his Titans uniform while finishing his meal. “McDaniel is still the best place to eat in GBN!” He yelled while walking out of the famous, fictional restaurant, catching a few annoyed glances from other players. Josh waltzed down the street of the space colony he currently resided in. His Force, Baka Brawlers, had their ship parked near the McDaniel. “Should’ve really thought that name through.” He pondered to himself. “Have the others even logged in yet?” As he opened up the Diver sheet, an alert blared at him, causing him to trip and fall. “Ah!” He exclaimed as he fell to the ground. “That… scared… me…” Suddenly, he began to smirk. “A timed mission, eh?” DESCRIPTION: Find the special animal and bring it to the hangar! LOCATION: Savanna Space Colony REWARD: ?????? “Hey, that place is near this colony.” He said while pushing ACCEPT. “I can do this while I wait for the boys to log in!” Josh managed to get even more glances from others. “Am I being to loud?” He thought, but soon realized that he was still laying on the ground. Not looking to be embarrassed even more, he teleported to the main hangar bay of the colony, directly inside of his mobile suit. “Time to get this reward…” He yelled as he moved the Gunpla to the catapult. “…that I actually know nothing about. I hope it’s good.” The Gaza E in front of him launched, allowing him to do so as well. “Josh Duncan! Gundam Age Titanus! Punching to Victory!” The dark blue Gunpla blasted into the depths of space, igniting its powerful MK-II backpack, which strangely had its beam sabers connected by a rope. The vastness of GBN’s space always amazed the Diver. He saw a couple others around, but once they were gone, he got to work. Not on the current mission though. What looked like two discs flew off of the Titanus’ shoulders, revealing cameras inside. “This place is perfect for a new video!” Josh proclaimed while turning on every single beam he had on the machine. He started to punch and kick through the zero gravity biome, thinking that he was the coolest Diver in the whole world. “This’ll probably be my most watched video.” He said as he threw a flurry of punches toward one of the cameras. In reality, or rather the GBN reality, his views were a far cry from G-Tubers like Captain Zeon’s, with most commenters finding it stupid. Josh was to prideful (and dense) to mind though, but eventually he give the cameras everything he could possibly do. “Not I just gotta pose for the thumbnail!” When he went to post his magnum opus, Josh noticed the entire reason he was out in space to begin with. “Oh crap!” He yelled. “I need to get to the colony before it’s too late!” The Titanus glided through space, making it to the colony’s opening with no time to spare. The other side of the airlock unlocked, showing Josh a gigantic plain of grass and countless animals. “Special animal?!” He yelled with concern. “I’m not in expert on these types of things. How am I supposed to know what’s special?” The custom Age jetted in the air while Josh attempted to make out any differences between any the animals. “I don’t get it. It’s just a bunch of zebras, giraffes, and what ever else belongs in a area like this.” No luck came from his search, so he landed the Titanus on the highest hill he could find. Josh teleported from the Gunpla, continuing his search on foot.
  14. The light and smoke from the rifle’s explosion almost blinded Kyle as the Astral began to counterattack. “Damnit!” He yelled out. “You distracted me, Haro!” The red sphere jumped up, bonking him on his helmet. “Charo! Charo!” The toy exclaimed. The diver looked perplexed. “Charo?” He questioned as the droid bounced up and down. “New name! New name!” It responded. “New name?” He thought. “I never gave you a name, although I should’ve called you that from the start… Oh God! He’s becoming more sentient! These new NPD’s must be rubbing off on him.” Suddenly, shots began to fly toward the legless machine. “Dodge! Dodge!” “I KNOW!” One of the pot shots slid across the right shoulder’s armor, disintegrating part of it. “Oh man! I gotta get out of this area!” Kyle pulled up on the controls, igniting all of his thrusters, but not before another shot pierced the skirt of the unit. “Damage! Damage!” The diver started to get quite annoyed, kicking the series mascot away from him. “Could you please be usefu-“ The sphere ricocheted off the side of the cockpit, smacking him in the head once again. Kyle sighed. “I can’t catch a break. Oh no no no!” An Armor Schneider was heading straight toward him, when suddenly the Titans GP03 appeared, blocking the attack from hitting Kyle. “Beta Four!” He said. “Thanks.” The NPD was already heading to the enemy, firing at and taunting the crazed pilot. “Alright then.” Kyle exclaimed. “It’s time for a beatdown!” The diver launched forward to the others, hoping to also take the Astral Age out. He let the beam hands loose once again, aiming at the sides of the machine. He assumed that his attacks would be a longshot, but felt that the GP03 could distract his opponent.
  15. One of the warehouse buildings began to crumble as the white mobile suit rose. “So that’s the test mobile suit.” Said Leon. “Watch yourselves, boys. It looks powerful.” The biggest team member gave a perplexed look. “Powerful? This mobile suit is just a mishmash of others. We could take it out in a second.” The Gundam II had no interest in proving them wrong, so it aimed every machine, gatling, and Vulcan gun it had directly at the three. “Sssplit up!” Sepp yelled as the other two jumped back. Leon took cover behind one of the taller buildings, but upon looking at the damage its weaponry did, he knew it wouldn’t matter. Hundreds of the bullets managed to obliterate an entire cave wall behind them. “Those aren’t your average Alex gatling guns. Wait a minute…” He thought. Hans watched as the white Gunpla picked up its folding bazooka and shield. He wanted to stop it, but even he was smart enough to know that couldn’t be done with him alone. “What do we do?” He asked. Sepp thought for a moment and realized how he could be of use. “I’ll bait him into going after me!” He exclaimed. “That’s when you and the boss attack him from behind!” The Gelgoog got up from its hiding place, aiming and firing its shotgun. The blast was blocked by the Gundam’s shield, so Sepp threw the shotgun aside. “Can’t reload it anywaysss.” The Zeon machine used its thrusters to get some distance between the two Gunpla, but Sepp’s enemy had the advantage in speed. Catching up to the weaker mobile suit, it fired two bazooka shots, decimating the lower half of the Natter. “Ah!” Sepp yelled as the Gelgoog smacked into the ground. “HEY!” Screamed Hans. “Don’t do that to my friend, Feddie junk!” Hans swung his halberd at the distracted Gundam’s bazooka, slicing it in two. The opposing Gunpla jumped back to avoid the explosion, but it gave Han enough time to strike again. “Hyah!!” He yelled as he swung, but the Gundam II grabbed the handle of the weapon, pulling it and the Dreistier to it. Pressing its chest-mounted guns to the torso of the Neo Zeon mobile suit, it was about to fire when Sepp used his Gelgoog’s remaining arm to grab the back of the Gundam. “Don’t do that to MY friend!” He uttered as he bit down on the back pack of the machine. Fire erupted from the back and an explosion engulfed the Gelgoog and the Gundam. Hans looked in shock at the explosion as his halberd was knocked far away from him. “It must’ve ignited Sepp’s Gunpla.” He said. “Wait…” From the fiery ashes stood a yellow-eyed devil, with no Gelgoog in sight. “Hhhhhrahh!” Hans shouted. “We were all supposed to finish this mission together! He shouldn’t have died here!” Sepp stood in his darkened cockpit. “He’sss getting into the roleplay way too much.” Hans’ triple beam cannons fired as the Gundam attempted to block. Its shield had taken much damage prior though, and broke away from the arm. The NPD’s only option was to fight back with all that it had. The triple beam cannons eventually stopped, along with every other part of the Dreistier. All the NPD knew was that there was one more left. It had no idea where the final Zeon member was until it heard the faint sound of two gatling guns. Its programming led to a mining section of the base, but no mobile suit was in sight. It walked closer, toward the only place in the area where a mobile suit could hide. Aiming at a large cavass, the Geara Hunda blasted upward, throwing its comrade’s halberd at the Gundam. The white mobile suit fell to the ground as its bullets kept going, inadvertently hitting the ceiling of the cave. “Gotcha.” The roof began to crumble, causing mountains of rocks and dirt to fall on the Gundam. The NPD heard footsteps as the buried mobile suit laid on the ground. The Gundam II’s head peeked out, staring directly above. The last thing it saw was a shotgun blast. The victory screen appeared to each of Die Zeonic Morder, with all getting the “Test has been cancelled” badge. “Nice! 15000 credits!” uttered Han. Leon chuckled. “Actually, you two are getting 30000. I don’t need any of these credits when you two got beaten while I worked on my ‘project’.” Sepp thought he didn’t have to do that, but he did want some new furniture for their base. “Thanksss boss!” Leon was glad he could help his other teammates out. In fact, he had another gift to give… … The three mobile suits stood in the team’s Gallop-Class ship, the Kreatur. Inside the ship was a fully furnished planning room for the team, but its current use was for laughing. Leon and Sepp almost fell out of their seats howling with laughter at their massive friend. Since they all used Zeon mobile suits, Leon got a special Zeon cap from a random draw. He gave it to Hans, but the towering man’s head made it look like a Kippah.“Aw man!“ Said Hans.“It’s not letting me change the size!“
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