Jamil cut scene test

All Men know pain, all who live know pain, even those who have mostly joy filled lives have their pain. It's the only way to know what joy is to be able to and to have experienced pain. Jamil has had his share of pain. Then there was pain that he had lived through as any man had even the horrors of war, yet? That was not  all he'd experienced.  He had a taste of the sort of pain only a loving god might know. When their creations slaughter each other.

Too many ARG!” “Gold leader look out you got more drones on your tail!” “I I can't shake the....”

“IGNORE ALL HOSTILE UNITS FOCUS ON THE FRAGMENTS! ITS NOT JUST ABOUT THE COLONIES NOW ITS ABOUT HUMANITY!”

“UE BASTARDS THERES NOT A DEEP enough HOLE IN HELL FOR YOU!”

“SHIT SHIT DRONES I CANT SHAK.....”

“Lost Jace, lost Burt! THEY CAME FROM BEHIN...”

“Shit shit the Chaos Units are still attacking they are going crazy they are firing at anything that moves.”

Jamil Neate is there in the Gundam X as they are besieged,  he's not alone Kai and flit are near by what remains of Jamil's mobile bits also follow him.

“Jamil! There's  fragment it's … huge it's over 20 km in diameter if that hits earth....”

“It's not the only one! MOVE!”

Jamil focused his mind the systems reached out as a miracle happened he got a clear line to the power system. The bits and the X's collectors fanned open as the power transfer started the thrum of power, such terrible power. The Sat Cannons fired in consort all, striking different points on the fragment to break it up. The hellish white light of a beam weapon lit up the void. A legacy of the Dark history dragged from the Abyss to fight worse things than mankind. Lucille moved in as the terrible beams lit up the eternal night of space in the carnage, several UE units both manned and unmanned were caught up in the blast and Jamil felt nothing, no pain, no joy, it was like taking out the trash. He noted as Lucille dove at one of the fragments her Gundan latching on and firing off it's megasonic cannon to shatter it and she moved on.

Jamil's tortured dreams shifted a bit to a later point in his mentions the screams, the never ending screams, the mental calls of the dying. The fears, the lost hopes, the thoughts of family, loved ones, hate for the UE but the strongest of all those dying soldier and civilian? Was one of the most simple things that could be said yet one of the most important.

WHY!? WHY!? WHY!?

Why?! Why the UE come? Why did the attack without warning or mercy? WHY WHY? Why did Angel have to fall? Why did Nora have to fall? Why did the moon have to be shattered on the moment of them stopping this nightmare? WHY!? WHY  Did he have to lose his wife, his son? His friends? Everything? Wouldn't it be easier to give up? Just to let go of the pain, to just let go of everything?

Why does he keep fighting? Why does he keep going it only brings more pain... so much pain. The chaos and madness that surrounds Jamil in this dream world only gets worse and he can hear Ali's laughing his tormenting laugh. To get away from all of this he might just be best to let go. They said new-types had another world waiting for them once they skirted away from this Prison of flesh maybe it was ….

Jamil, get up, Jamil....get up. Our son is out there I am out there... do you really think us dead? Jamil love you and I always will...

Then something else it's like a whisper.

Wouldn't it just be easier to let go, the pain earlier he'd felt was different Lucille came to mind in the nightmare as if reaching out to him.

“Jamil...”

Then the sight of his son the day he was born comes to mind Kincade and shortly followed by others. His bridge crew, Witz, Garrod, Roybe, Akira, Seraplana, Eliche,  Kid,Steven Steel, Van Fanel ,Tex, Mark, Alice, hell even Ryouma of all people came to his minds eye. Even those not of Zora Suzaku, Lloyd and Cornellia came to mind. The faces of those also long came his parents, Flit, Largan, even those who were new to him like Keiren and Isoriara popped to mind Hell even Kittan entered Jamil's thoughts...

If he went away from the pain? He would be running away gain wouldn't he? He'd be leaving them all in the lurch... The living would be left to fend for themselves and the dead? He wouldn't be able to face them...

“Go....they need you.”

Jamil pushed his way back from the escape, he had work to do, his job was undone the UE were in orbit making ready to descend.  He went back to that world of pain, because to let go of everything even the pain? Would be giving up and Jamil Neate? Would not give up on this.


Tex had been keeping watch over Jamil for several days now, he had made use of  all the most advanced medical hardware he had and it was all up to Jamil at this point. Jamil's vitals had been more active it seems he's was having  some sort of dream. That was a good sign, but who knew how long that would it take for Jamil to return.

Jamil felt the pain as his senses returned to him and his eyes opened up, and he saw he was in the medical bay. Jamil moved to talk but? Tex got up and looked at him.

“Captain what were you thinking and hold still! You need to rest still!”

Jamil's eyes were full of something fear? Concern? Resolve The last is what was dominate as Tex looked down.

“Contact Gritz Joe, Rosa Intenso and Rosso Aramant.”

Tex took a moment to pause as he looked at Jamil for a moment all four of the Vulture Captains mentioned were SDF pilots who'd survived heavens fall and had for a time worked as a team of mercs with Jamil.

“You need to rest,do not think I'll not tie you down.”

Jamil's look narrowed and he said something so quietly that Tex could barely hear but he stared at his friend. Then the doctor went pale as a sheet. Jamil had just said something  he'd prayed that he'd never hear again.

“I am certain about it contact my old comrade they are some of the only ones off this ship I can trust about this issue. Tell them I am pulling in the remaining favours owed...”

Tex nodded to Jamil “I'll go to the bridge but please rest for now.”

Jamil nodded and closed his eyes again, but his mind was actives as battle plans and attics flashed through his mind. It was worse than he ever thought, but he would not run. Never again would Jamil Neate run away from his problems. Never … again.