Pheonix 7

“Good morning, my name is Chazer. I work in the federation’s mobile suit development center. I’m part of a group working on the newest project. The phoenix project. We’ve been in development of a new nano-technology that will be used to build this new mobile suit. The microscopic nano-bots will collect any bit of metal, even from the microscopic amount of iron particle in the air. With all the metal collected and melted down by the robots, any minor damage dealt to the mobile suit can be repaired. So long as the damage is not to sever it can be fixed, even internal wiring, and internal parts.

The next step, which brings us to the reason of this meaning, we plan to develop weapons using the technology. Picture a shot fired at an enemy mobile suit, and within minuets the nano-bots in the shot fired will eat away at the mobile suit. An average blast will carry enough nano-bots to eat an average mobile suits arm in 5 minutes. On top of this the nano bots can locate the original mobile suite that fired them and then return after whatever amount of time the pilot wishes. Upon their return the nano-bots will use the eaten metal to continue making repairs as usual.

Now we have actually tamed the nano-bots to recognize when to repair and when to destroy, so it’s always safe. And even better, we have a demonstration, may I present the Pheonix 7”

I turned around and hit the small switch in my pocket, and the curtain raised behind me to reveal the Pheonix 7 mobile suit. A black and silver mobile suit based on the very successful design of the “Heavy Arms”. Equipped with gatling guns on both forearms. Being designed as a long to short-range combat type, it has much heavier armor on its legs to keep it stable. Along the back of the mobile suits a small pack equipped with seven rockets, three on each side, and one on top.

My creation. My child, even. After model number 0 through 6 failed we finally dropped the idea of close range combat and handed our nano-bot enhanced close combat weapons on the project below us called “Dark Side”. Finally my lives work will be seen by the world.

I turned back to the cameras, and the audience of several hundred reporters, and government representatives. I got ready to start the rest of the speech, and the one part I must say I was regretting.

“I now introduce, Scott Taleser, the man who will pilot the Pheonix 7 into combat and finally end this war with us on top!”

The applause came, but the following screams were a shock. A shot had been fired, no one knows from what or where. But the resulting shot caused a suction that would deplete our air supply in seconds, everyone ran to their escape pods, and I noticed the Scott was gone, and I did the only thing I could. I jumped onto the platform that was suppose to raise Scott up to the Pheonix 7’s cockpit, but now it would house me, and in just enough time too.

Inside I began the launch sequence, it was amazing to see my work come to life, and in my own control, not some flashy media magnet. It was about then as I looked at the gapping hole in the side of the space station and I noticed the body of Scott Taleser caught by the razor sharp bits of metal along the holes edges, and the blood form his wounds floated away in stream through space. The next second I was in space myself, piloting the newest and most advanced machine ever. More luck came my way as the station exploded and I was just far enough away to be unscathed.

It was about half way back to the moon space were I was living prior to my six years in the space station, that I encountered the black mobile suit equipped with a long energy sword, and a large cannon over it’s right shoulder. The gun’s barrel began tog low, and I could actually see the energy from the surrounding stars and debris being absorbed into the pulsing light. I took immediate action and dodged the blast taking only a minor hit to my left shoulder, which would be fixed in approximately 30 seconds. I did what had to be done; I fired the twin guns at the opposing mobile suit. It took several hits, a good sufficient amount, enough to take it out, however it was barely even hit, it didn’t even scratch.

I turned the thruster to full, and I flew to the next planet in range, earth. With what could easily be a 40 minutes ride at full speed. The enemy’s fast, and catching up, I’m screwed. I hit the brakes and pulled a 180 to face the mobile suit chasing me. The enemy’s mobile suits is a nice sleek and shining black, with perfect curves, and nearly no corners, its only distinct features were a sword strapped to it’s back, and a body clearly based on the once legendary “Wing Zero” but again it was smoothed down, except for the shoulders, and head. Making it look very surreal.

I Stared at it’s green eyes, and grabbed the controls, and unlocked the nano-weaponry system programs, and fired up the nano-Wing. The weapon we were supposed to ask permission for, but kind of built in advance. A weapon designed to fire seven missiles, each packed with nano-bots, who are specifically designed to eat as much as possible and then self destruct, killing any parts of the machine that cannot be eaten. Now it was time to find out how well it would work. I fired, the rockets fired, in the wing shaped formation that gave the weapon it’s name. Upon impact the minor explosions left the enemy stunned, and it was being eaten. Though I wanted to see it through he whole process, I ad no time and I began to run incase more trouble came.

Finally, back on terra firma. I stepped out of the cockpit to crowds and reporters, al chanting Scott’s name, and then the silence and anger in millions of eyes as I stepped out. After much conversation it seems no one had any proof of what happened as all transmission was cut a while before the attacks, so all we knew was I survived and everyone else died. And as far as the media is concerned, this is my fault, some story about taking out my childhood rival, taking his place, and causing the space station to be destroyed. So now, after saving my creation, I’m now a criminal on the run. Donning a mobile suit worth more than the entire federation army. I must find out more about that black mobile suit in order to clear my name.