There was an inexplicable queasiness rebounding inside him. A blackness in the void. A hole that swa- A line of pain bisected him at the torso. He looked down at the scarce earth, dry ground and wild green crumpled underneath him. He drudged himself up, dealing with fiery line beneath his clothes. He shrugged out his coat, tattered as it was he tossed it aside and lifted, with some effort, his hoodie and shirt. A ruby red scar zigged across his stomach. It throbbed horribly but he knew from experience that some time had passed and that whatever damage had been done had begun healing while he was out.
"My heart calls for action." he said, releasing his shirt.
He stood up from his spot, eying a tower of smoke rising over some distance away. Normally he didn't assume but his best bet was that it was the ship he had boarded. He held his aching scar, pondered the annoying creature inside for a second, and started following the quasi calling blooming in his heart. He stepped up over a bulging plain finally catching site of a stone town in the distance. It reminded him of Avaloss' human cities; he hated the human cities. "There's no god here obviously," he murmured. Despite his growing angst he trudged down towards the city, he hoped he could sniff out some clue to his Heroic Duty there.
"I won't even give it the chance to bare its fangs," Atalei replied.
He released a series of shots towards the lone Helion, riddling it with holes as it shied away from its comrades subsiding explosion. A second later and its own explosion had spewed out a lilac field of supposed spark and smoke. Atalei took in the final moments of his part in what seemed like the beginning of something impossible. The lives he had just taken were precious to someone somewhere. But he found peace in knowing that he had saved countless more upon the Orbital Elevator.
"Final target eliminated. Returning to the Ptolemaios." Atalei shifted the Kyrio back into flight mode, checked his scanners, and once sure, made way for Celestial Being's mothership. He pondered very shortly on how his Gundam might appear to the public. Was it a savior or a monster, some dangerous X-factor or a toy to be had? None of it really mattered because the Kyrios was his and his alone. No one else could have it.
Inside the cockpit, Atalei removed his helmet and took several calming breaths. "Easy peasy, just lord-knows how many more missions like these and the world might know lasting peace."@Shandria@Wernher