Oldtype VS Newtype: A Zaku Pilot’s Final Battle for Survival (A Gundam Inspired Story)

"Now!"

(Scene: Outer Space. The vast blackness is scattered with the wreckage of a brutal battle. Hidden behind a twisted chunk of debris, your Zaku lies motionless, its armor scorched and battered. A Gundam is nearby.)

You: So this is how it ends. Eight down. Just me now.

(You glance at the empty ammo counter on your display.)

You: No rounds left. Just a worn-out axe.

(You exhale, your breath fogging the helmet's visor.)

You: It’s almost funny... surviving this long against a Gundam. Too bad no one else lived to see it.

(Your gaze hardens, staring at the radar ping of the Gundam moving nearby.)

You: That pilot... a Newtype, no doubt. But reckless. Overconfident. That’ll be his downfall.

(A bitter thought creeps in.)

You: Why wasn’t I born a Newtype? Would it have mattered?

(You clench your fists, shaking the thought away.)

You: No. Stop it. Focus. I’m still breathing. That’s all that matters.

(A faint shadow flickers across your radar. You hold your breath, your fingers hovering over the controls.)

You: Now!

(In one explosive motion, you push the control bar forward.)

(The Zaku lurches into action, engines roaring as you break from cover. The laser axe ignites in a searing crimson glow, raised high for a decisive strike.)

(Posted on Threads on 13.10.2024)

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