Subject: [FFML] [Einhänder][Fanfic] Phases of the Moon: Blue Moon
From: "Thierry Chartrand-Chamblay" <snapdragon@videotron.ca>
Date: 9/17/2000, 2:53 AM
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Please C&C until you fall asleep on your keyboard.....





There was a time, in the era of great chaos, when the earth and the moon were at war with each other.

A daredevil from the moon piloted a bizarre aircraft. it was feared and, because of its shape, called "Einh�nder"

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Phases of the Moon part 1

Blue moon

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An Einh�nder fanfic by Snapdragon

Snapdragon@videotron.ca

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[Music: Einh�nder - 28 - Metempsychosis] 



"Lieutenants James Carter, Catherine Serte and Michael Smith report to Bay one in 30 minutes for mission briefing " a metallic voice announced over the speakers, waking a figure on this room's bed.

The person yawned, got out of bed, and proceeded during several minutes to don his suit, a jet black Selene military outfit with the blue and silver gallons representing his rank. As he made a last stop in front of the mirror, he combed his hazel brown hair into place. He checked again to make sure all was perfect before his final mission.

However, all was not perfect.

He once again traced his fingers along the large scar that adorned his face, starting from the top of his head, over one of his deep blue eyes and finishing at his bottom lip. No amount of surgery had been able to remove the remainder of his past agony, and no amount of time had been able to erase to painful memories that had come with this mark.

Once again the memories surged, to remind him what he would die for. It was in the past year, in one of the terran bombardment of Selene's only city. His apartment was hit by a stray cannon shell, and his wife, their son and all his dreams for the future exploded at that moment. He was lucky, if you can call that luck, to survive with this large scar as an eternal reminder of that day.

He shook his head to try to clear it of these flashbacks, but they continued unrestrained. That day, he vowed revenge on the earth for taking his family, and enlisted as a pilot for the Einh�nder Project. It promised him a future, even if a short one, that could fulfil his new goal. He was basically turned into a modern kamikaze, and was trained to take the most of his enemies with him. This lead to what would happen today, as he would step into his Endymion FRS Mk. II and dive into earth's atmosphere in what would be a mostly suicide mission. It was technically possible to survive, but the odds were against him, and also because none ever made it back alive.

As he raced toward Bay one, rage filled his head as the picture of his dead wife, clutching their bleeding two year old son returned to his mind. He had always hated the fact that he had been able to remember this scene before collapsing into unconsciousness. 

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[Music: Einh�nder - 09 - Silence]



"Lieutenant James Carter reporting for duty." He said, like a machine. He was relieved he had managed to clear his thoughts before entering bay one.

Despite being in advance, he was the last to arrive for the mission briefing. At his left stood his comrade Michael Smith, one of the two who would be coming with him. He was dressed as sharply as him, but looked totally different with his long blond hair flowing behind his head. Michael spared a quick look in his direction, which told James all he needed to know about him.

He would not hide, and he would go down in vain.

At his comrade's side was the last of their strike group, nicknamed "the blood witch" by the men of the base, the Martian pilot Catherine Serte. She was told as so because of her distinguishing characteristics: her amazing skill at dogfighting and her long deep red hair. It wasn't nearly as long as Michael's, but still made her easily recognizable. She stood in the female version of the lieutenant garb: a deep blue suit resembling the one of the males, but slightly longer and less tight. Her face was currently sporting another of her well-known trademarks, her death glare. It was common knowledge that she had been forced into the Einh�nder project and this was her way of reminding everyone so.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the highest officer, also the commander of the base, wasted no time beginning the mission orders. They were simple and, no less than two minutes later he had left, leaving the trio with an hour of permission before final launch adjustments.

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[Music: Einh�nder - 13 - Dawn]

His social skills were never his main talent, but it had never been as bad as that. As he walked in the blue steel corridors of the base in what was to be his last free time, the rest of the base officers and operators dodged him quite evidently, sometimes muttering prayers to themselves or whispering a few words of luck.

It was quite simple: to these people he was already dead.

He himself had to say that he had no hope of coming back alive from that mission. He had gotten over that fact long ago. The only one who still entertained notions of survival was Catherine who, ever as stubborn, refused to admit that on that forced assignment.

Another operator hid away at his sight, clearly not desiring any talk with the man who was about to leave on a death mission. But James himself did not really want to talk, just to pass the time. His mind drifted freely as feet led him around on autopilot. He counted himself lucky to be part of the last Einh�nder raid, or his revenge would have slipped his grasp. It was to be the last, for it would be replaced by project EOS, an operation in which computers would try to emulate the fighting skills of Einh�nder pilots. He himself would be working on it, for each of his battle patterns would be sent to the moon, analyzed, then programmed into the metal minds of the EOS.

He snapped out of his trance just in time to see where his feet wanted him to go: the hangar. He stood there, a mere meter away from his fighter. He eyed his own unit with suspicion, for he never had really piloted the thing yet. All his training had been in simulator, for these ships were rare and not easily built. The only which had already flown hers was Catherine, for it was this reason that made her a part of this project. He looked at his watch and sighed: it was time to get ready.

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[Music: Einh�nder - 06 - Chase]

When he returned to the hangar with his pilot suit on, the weapons each of them pilots had chosen to used were being installed: a 30 mm Vulcan for Michael and a Wasp Rocket Launcher for the Blood Witch. He was happy to see the blue cannon of the Riot High-Voltage Gun under the fuselage of my ship. He had always been fond of the armor-piercing discharge it provided with each attack.

Last minute checks were made and passed, so the pilots stepped in their war machines. With the simple "Glory to the Moon, Mercy on the Earth" salute, the commander bid them farewell, and the cockpit closed on them for the last time.

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[Music: Einh�nder - 18 - Afterimage]

The ten hour the flight toward earth was supposed to take were almost at their end, and it had already been 4 hours since they entered earth's orbit and the black clouds that now perpetually cover the sky. Their main orders had already been there for a while: They had to scout the Imperial Capital, and fight anything in their way. There was truly no coming back now, their names were nearly already craved on their tombs.

James idly wondered how this war came to exist at first. Who started it ? And why ? They said that it was a crusade, one to recover the holy land of Gesetz stolen by the Earthling from the people of the Moon, but James didn't believe that. The pilot of the Endymion FRS Mk. II wasn't a religious person, and this seemed like a pathetic excuse for an interplanetary war. But if it was not the case, what was this war for ? For what did his wife and son die ?

Lightning flashed briefly around him, reveling to position of his comrades. He was the left flank. The Blood Witch's Astraea FGA Mk. I was the one covering the right flank, and Michael in his Endymion FRS Mk. III would dive in the center. 

The picture of his dead wife momentarily flashed through his head, and rage filled his heart. Today was his day for revenge, and it would not be denied from him.

"Fly 1, prepare to strike." the ship's vaguely female voice said, bringing his head back to the present. The time to think was over. The time for battle was now.

As if on cue, the black cloud released him into the city, and to all the eyes there. Thousands of armored cars angle upwards, seeking the death of the trio. As James' dive continues, he instinctively wonders one last time how this all came to be.

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Snapdragon/Thierry Chartrand-Chamblay
Snapdragon@videotron.ca

At night we strike. As swift as the wind, as silent as shadow,
as effective and powerful as Death itself.
- Oath of the Full Moon Shadow Reapers



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