who; Quatre & Open to any/all [Duo? :3] where; Outskirts of LA. when; Jan 18th, late afternoon. summary; ANOTHER MECH? ARE YOU SRS, EXXIE? .. Why yes, yes I am. I like making Starscream and Skyfire feel inadequate. rating; Well.. I'll start us off with PG, shall I? status; In progress.
It didn't make any sense; he'd been doing some final adjustments to the Zero-system, curled up in Sandrock's cockpit in mechanic's coveralls and with his hands deep in the giant mech's innards.. and then they hadn't been in a warehouse at all. In fact, they'd been in the middle of a damaged Earth city, with no warning and less fanfare. Things like that didn't happen in reality, and Quatre had a brief, horrified moment in which he had the chance to wonder if perhaps his mind was cracking apart again--- and then everything hit him at once.
Groaning, he doubled over, dirty hands clutching at his heart as if he wanted to pull it entirely out of his chest. It may have helped; he would at least have felt better. There were.. things out there that didn't even feel human. Things that sent pulses of ancient fury and hatred throbbing through his veins.
"No," he gritted out through clenched teeth, dragging himself up and dropping back in the cockpit chair. "Get a grip, Quatre. Breathe." He was okay. He was going to be fine. He--
Was that Duo out there?
Duo-- where are you? Where is everyone else?
Jaw clenching against the still-throbbing, squeezing pain that he'd always likened to a normal person having a heart-attack, Quatre hurriedly replaced the panel he'd been working inside and closed the hatch, slender fingers flying over controls. Around him, Sandrock came to life, a hungry hum that soothed the empathic boy as little else could. --Sensors flickered awake, viewscreens popping open in the dark space, and Quatre was left staring dumbly out into a city he'd never even seen before.
It was Earth, yes, but-- where on Earth? And why wasn't he being attacked? It was a city, and yes, maybe the architecture was a little archaic, but surely it wasn't so outdated that it wasn't being occupied..
The communicator was flicked on, and Quatre spared a glance to make certain it was on the pilots' chosen frequency. "This is pilot zero-four to any other pilots in the area--- umm.. what just happened? Duo, are you there? Trowa, Heero..? Wufei?"
Sandrock shifted, picking its way across streets and through the city, and Quatre noticed belatedly that people were running on the ground below---fear and shock were rising beneath the anger still tearing through his system, and Quatre was left stunned. These people.. had never even seen a Mobile Suit before, much less a Gundam. How was that possible?
On the outskirts now, Sandrock was powered down again, and Quatre rappelled down the side of the enormous mech, tools attached to the belt slung around his hips, goggles around his neck, and a small com-pad held carefully between his teeth. He supposed that the best thing to do would be to wait for the other pilots and try to figure out where they were. If, of course, he wasn't actually going crazy as he was beginning to suspect.