Ruminations:
Well, this was the first episode of my second MST series. I originally tried to get out of the game at the end of MST2K1, but I came across this HORRIBLE fic. It was TRYING to make a sequel to one of my favorite anime series: “Mobile Suit Gundam: the 8th MS Team.” The thing was also poorly written, but it just ticked me off – so I HAD to MST it. One thing led to another, and I started the Mike Nelson series. I did want to more to this fic, but it was someone’s first attempt. Ah, well.

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DEDICATION!
This series is dedicated to MblowOt5, who helped me pick out the title for the series, as well as provide encouragement! Thankies Star!
Now, on to the disclaimer…
DISCLAIMER!
I ONLY OWN THE B.M.S. MICHAEL J. NELSON, AI SEKI, BRANDON MASTERS, AND THE SECRETARY! All of the others belong to their respective owners. Duo’s current personality is the same as the one in my MST2K1.

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Duo Maxwell sauntered down the halls of Studio Katsudon, with a happy smile on his face. His traditional black and white outfit wasn’t what he was wearing right now. He wore a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans. Right now, he seemed to be the happiest human on Earth. As it turned out, he had received a letter from Ai and Brandon – telling that Ai had just become the Vice-president of that company. Brandon, it turns out, was the president of the company. Duo turned a corner and came across the massive doors of his two friends. There was a small desk in front of the twin doors – the secretary’s desk. He stepped up to the secretary’s desk.
“Hey, good looking,” flirted Duo, “May I speak with either of the two head honchos here?” he leaned on the desk and flashed his lady-killer smile, “The name’s Maxwell. Duo Maxwell.”
The secretary blushed slightly as she pushed the intercom button on her desk, “Sirs,” she whispered, “A mister Maxwell to see you.” she jerked back violently as screams of pain, pleasure and giggles erupted from the speaker, “Sir? Madam? Are the two of you ok?”
Brandon’s voice floated over the speaker, “Ooh! You’re good Ai! Um… yeah. It’s ok. Send him in.”
The secretary shut off the intercom and chucked a thumb behind her, “Go on in.”
Slowly, Duo approached the twin oak doors and pushed them open.

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Inside the massive room, Duo stood in awe. In front of him stood Brandon and Ai, fighting fiercely fighting. Ai was… Duo blinked. She wasn’t. Ai was flying about. Wait… sorry. She was leaping about real fast. Real hard to tell here. Brandon was doing the same – only much faster. Something else was odd about them, like the fact that the both of them were surrounded in a gold glow. Both also had gold hair…
“HEY!” Duo shouted, waving his arms about like a madman – trying to grab their attention, “BRANDON! AI! DOWN HERE!”
After several minutes, the fighting duo noticed him and stopped. Ai and Brandon landed, their hair flashing back to their original color –light brown and brown, respectively – and the yellow glow vanishing. Brandon stepped forward, extending his hand for a handshake.
“Duo!” he exclaimed as he shook Duo’s hand vigorously, “How have you been doing lately?” Brandon picked up to towels, tossed one to Ai, and used the other to dry off his forehead.
“Well,” Duo began, “I’ve done ok… I mean, I’ve only had temp jobs for the past three years… The worst one was for a cartoon named ‘Double Dragon.’” Duo shivered as he remembered the horror, “ Repetition, ignorance, and bad morals abounded in that thing…”
Brandon grinned sympathetically as he handed Duo a Pepsi, “Yeah, I’ve seen it. I’ve seen Heero’s new job too. You ever see that show. . um… what’s it called, Ai?”
Ai sighed as she sat down in a chair behind her desk, “‘Action Man?’ Is that it, dear?”
Brandon snapped his fingers, “That’s it! ‘Action Man.’ You ever hear of it?”
Duo shook his head as he said, “Nope. Never heard of it…”
Brandon shrugged as he cheered, “Good for you! It sucks. Now… about the old days…” Brandon sat and gestured for Duo to do so, “Remember the MSTs we were forced to do with S3?”
“Yeah,” said Duo as he sat and lent forward, “So?”
“Well, I was thinking…” Brandon paused, leaning forward as well, “…of bringing the idea back.” he paused to let the idea sink in to Duo’s mind, “I’ve made a ship and everything: The B.M.S. Michael J. Nelson. I’ve even got a crew in mind.”
Duo grinned as he whispered, “I’m in; just one thing though… what’s with the yellow hair thingy?”
Brandon sighed as he sat back, “That’s a long story. Do you want to hear it?” Duo nodded and Brandon continued, “Well, after me and Ai got out, I discovered something. I was a god.”
“WHAT????” Duo shouted, completely shocked, “You? A god?”
Brandon continued, “Yep. You know that Thor idea? He was put on Earth to learn humility and crap? Well, that’s me.” seeing Duo’s confused look, Brandon said, “No, I’m NOT Thor. I’m S3. The Demon Godling of Destruction, Cold Beer, and Making the Next Kleenex Pop Up in the Kleenex Box. This means that I can summon beer, Kleenexes, and guest MSTers – among other things… The gold hair thingy is one of the fringe benefits of being a God-”
“OR a God’s girlfriend.” grumpily interrupted Ai.
“Or, the girlfriend of one.” Brandon continued, “It’s a thing called ‘Super Saiyan.’ Basically, your hair goes gold and you get super-strong and super-fast. Not much, really. Any questions?”
Duo sat for a few seconds, and then asked simply and plainly, “Who else is coming? I mean, we need someone to fly the ship, a cook, someone to be our underling, and so on…”
Brandon smiled testily, “You don’t miss a beat, do you? Fine.” He continued, taking out a small list on a sheet of paper, “Here. Our crew now consists of: Shinji Ikari our cook from Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gene Starwind our pilot from Outlaw Star, and an open spot for our security guard... I’m thinking of letting the others vote on who, but not right now… All of the above have agreed to do this as have you. Are you ready?”
Duo stood up, and shook Brandon’s hand, “Buddy, I’m SO back for this. I take it you’ve got a position open for a measly former God of Death?”
Brandon smiled said, “Not a problem. Ai? You ready too?”
Ai stood up and grabbed her sword from off her table, “Always have been, honey.”
Brandon snapped his fingers and shouted, “LET’S GO!”
Everyone in the room vanished in a puff of smoke.

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On the B.M.S. Michael J. Nelson, all of the MSTers were gathered in the conference room. Shinji Ikari sat, eating his homemade food – as was Gene Starwind. Brandon and Ai were just finishing giving Duo a tour of the ship. Duo sat down next to Shinji.
“So…” Brandon started, “Welcome to the Michael J. Nelson. I am the ship’s captain, and resident Demon Godling, Brandon. This,” he paused to point to his girlfriend, “is my girlfriend, Ai. You know us both. But… we have a new victim. Duo Maxwell, Gundam pilot and renowned pervert.”
“Cut the crap.” Gene snapped at Brandon as he shoveled more food into his mouth, “You said we’d watch bad fanfiction, including lemons. Let’s just get to it.”
As if on cue, a man of medium build burst into the room. He had black hair and a yellow bandana around his head. He wore a normal Japanese outfit, and had a backpack on his back – with what looked like an umbrella on top of the pack.
The man looked about in confusion, then looked up to the ceiling and shouted, “WHERE AM I NOW??”
Brandon looked at the man and grinned, “Ah. This was… unexpected, but…” a pause as Brandon turned to address the others, “Gentlemen, and Ai, this is Ryoga Hibiki – Martial Artist extraordinaire, a legendary lack of direction, and part-time pig. I guess that he’ll be joining us.”
Ryoga looked about in confusion, and relaxed as Ai moved forward to explain things to him. A few minutes later, he agreed to join the group.
“It’s ok.” explained Ai, “He’s cool with us.”
Brandon stepped toward a large steel door with the picture of Mike Nelson on it. He plainly pointed to it as he said, “The MSTing theater is in here. We’re watching ‘The 2nd Shiro Amada’, by Soul Goddess. Since our computer is down, I’ll choose the crew.” he surveyed the group, “Lessee… Ai, Duo, and…” he paused, thinking, “Ryoga. All of you come with me.” he then entered the theater, only to be followed by two of the others, “Um… Ryoga. It’s this way. NO! That’s the closet! NO! THAT’S THE ELEVATOR!! Yeah, over here. Good. LET’S GO!”

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The doors!
Door 7: Mike Nelson’s smiling picture!
Door 6: An igloo. You crawl inside and shiver through.
Door 5: A white door from a house. It’s locked. You pick up the spare key from under the mat, unlock it, and go on through.
Door 4: A blue leopard’s cage. You feed it, and streak on through.
Door 3: A spider’s web! You slice it Indiana Jones style, and sneak through.
Door 2: A door made from the remains of Crow, Tom, and Gypsy! You shiver and tiptoe on by.
Door 1: The traditional airlock. It spins open, and you enter.

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[All of the MSTers enter the room. The seating order – if anybody cares – is Ryoga, Duo, Ai, and Brandon.]
Ryoga: [Looks back at the leopard.] Um… what’s with the leopard?
Brandon: My friend, MblowOt5, gave it to me as a gift. I’ve treated it VERY well. Blue ones are rare, you know.
Duo: Hey! It’s starting!
Ai: Whoa, déjà vu.

>Author's Note: This is my first fanfic.

Ryoga: So? No one cares.
Brandon: [Holds Ryoga’s arm.] Um… don’t you think that’s a little harsh?
Ryoga: [Shoves Brandon’s arm off.] Shut up.
Brandon: Well, being that it IS the author’s first fic, shouldn’t we go A LITTLE easy on her?
[Pause.]
All others: Naah.

>Based on the Anime 08th MS Team. Hope you enjoy it!
>Disclaimer- I don't own the 08th MS Team, and I don't own Shiro Amada. I do own Tilly, Victoria,

Duo: I bet she’s got a secret!

>John and Tom cause I made
>them up. I do own the 12th MS Team.

Brandon: Sure. I can just see it now. He’s gonna get his ass sued because one of the Toonami-edited episodes has the 12th team in it…

>
>THE SECOND SHIRO AMADA

Ai: [Hides behind chair.] NOO!!! He cloned himself!
Brandon: [Takes her hand.] Ai, sweetie, of course he didn’t. It’s just his son.
Ai: [Sheepishly sits back down.] Oh…

>By: Soul Goddess

Brandon: Um… I’m a Demon Godling, and I don’t know of her…
Duo: Yeah. I’m a God of Death… same here.

>
>"Commander Shiro Amada," I liked the sound of that.

Ryoga: So, he doesn’t like that anymore?
Ai: [Sweatdrop.] No. It’s just a tense error.

>Yes, war had begun again between Side 1,2,3, etc. and Earth.

Brandon: But… the original war was between Earth and Side two, later known as the Zeon…

>Now, I'm not the real Shiro Amada, I'm his son, yeah I got the same name.

Ai: Hmm… I could’ve sworn that “The 08th MS Team” ended with Shiro and Aina limping out of a mountain – Shiro minus a leg… No kid.
Brandon: This person probably only heard about the series, and then wrote about it; like most bad fanfictions. For all I know, Shiro and Aina didn’t even date, and left for other people!
Duo: So… she doesn’t own this Shiro? This kid wasn’t even thought of in the original anime.
Ryoga: [Scratches his head.] So then who the hell owns HIM?

>Now after the first war with Zion,

Duo: Who the FUCK is Zion?
Brandon: Um… sometimes it’s used to refer to Heaven, and other times it’s used to describe the last descendant of Jesus Christ – like the gal in ‘Dogma.’
Ryoga: [Holds his head in his hands.] …my head hurts…
Ai: [Scratches her head, obviously confused.] So it was a holy war?

>my father and mother setted down and had me. Of course, peace had lasted for about twenty-four years,

Brandon: [Checks the ‘Official Gundam Book O’ Timelines.’] Hmmm… Twenty-four years after the One-Year-War… U.C. 0103… Just after the movie ‘Char’s Counterattack.’ [Looks to the other MSTers.] Do you want me to list the chronological problems here?
All the others: Nope. Go ahead – indulge yourself.
Brandon: Thank you! [Turns to the screen.] Ok, ‘Soul Goddess’ – if you are really one – FIRST: the Zeon became Axis, THEN the Neo Zeon in 0089! ALSO, the Zeon were defeated FOR GOOD in 0093! Of course, actually STUDYING your subject material would have avoided making a WAR THAT NEVER EXISTED!!!
Duo: [Whistles appreciatively.] Damn. The man knows his stuff.
Brandon: [Laughs maniacally as a blue aurora appears around him.] AND I can name ALL of the ‘Star Trek’ characters through ‘Voyager!’ MUAHAHAHA!!! [Stops as he gets slapped by Ai.] Sorry…
Ryoga & Duo: [Edge away from Brandon.]

>until the rise of Kyle Sanders. ( No relation to the co-chief Sanders) He wanted Zion to win a war with a new made >machine called Odessa.

Ryoga: They’re gonna fight Heaven with a base from the past?
Everyone: [Grins & nods.]

>The Feddies had also prepared for the war by making new Gundam types, with more power than ever before. That >was on my mind when arriving at the base,

Duo: A NAME for this base would help the reader care about the story…
Ai: Well, since he’s borrowing so many names from ‘The 08th Ms Team,’ I’d guess Jaburo; but that’s just me.

>located on Earth. But it was forgotten when I decided to meet the rest of my team.
>

Brandon: Ooh… another paragraph…

>The 12th MS Team was made up of three Gundams and a hover truck. Victoria was the second in command, with >long flowing blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She had the curves

Duo: [As a cheesy barfly] –and me with no breaks!
Ryoga: Um… that was cheap.

>and I couldn't help but think " What a woman!"

Ai: Aw, damn! He’s OOC already!
Ryoga: [Turns to Ai.] OOC? What’s that?
Duo: It stands for Out Of Character. It happens A LOT in most Fanfictions. There are some exceptions…
Brandon: Like the stories by MblowOt5, Darth Kirby, Cyrus Marriner, and The Psychomatic Poet.
Ryoga: Ah…

>She didn't seem to like me though greeting me with a eye roll and frown.

Ryoga: Correct me if I’m wrong, but did Shiro Jr. just greet himself with an eye roll and a frown?
Brandon: Don’t ask. It might give you a nosebleed.
Ryoga: [Turns to Brandon, panicked.] There’s nudity in this?
Brandon: [Sighs.] Never mind….

>Tilly was the hover truck main driver, young for the job, but good I could tell. She had brown hair tied into buns and >green eyes.

Duo: CRAP! RUN, IT’S PRINCESS LEIA!

>Pretty, too, and I'm not a prevert!

Everyone: Yes you are.

>Tom was short for his age and a bit chubby. He recited Shakespear plays

Ai: …the hell?

>and poems and even had an accent. With blond hair and blue eyes and a bit of a build in him too.

Duo: He’s a Super Saiyan? Damn. Now normal humans can ascend to it as well…
Brandon: [Stands up and goes Super Saiyan.] I SERIOUSLY doubt it.
Ryoga: [Leaps back in a panic.] WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
Ai: [Sighs.] I see we’ll have to teach Ryoga here about the other animes in the world…

>Lastly, there was John a friend to my family and respected him right away. With brown hair, blue eyes, a build and >being the tallest in the group earned him respect. All I could tell were all good fighters.

Brandon: Aw, jeez. It IS like Dragon Ball Z!

>
>Our first mission came the next day, from the main commander at the base. The mission was to attack the base near >the shore. Their weapons were aqua based mobile suits,

Duo: No habla Englais.

>it was our job to bring one back intact. But to destroy the base within an hour.

Brandon: What?
Ryoga: So they’ve GOT to bring one of those Mexican Mobile Suits back, but they MUST destroy the base?
All: [Grins and nods.]

>Being

Duo: [As Austin Powers.] a pervert, I shagged Victoria rotten baby, yeah!
Ai: [Hits Duo.] Bastard.
Brandon: [Leans back and sighs.] Ah. Things are back to normal again.

>the first mission I wasn't sure if I should take full command and direct the others or if to talk and confirm my plan with >Victoria.

Duo: Yeah, sure. ‘Talk.’
Ai: [Hits Duo again.] Bastard.
Brandon: Yes ladies and gentlemen, the running joke is back for good!

>As we neared the base a mass of black emerged from the water and.....
>To be continued....

Ryoga: That’s it?
Brandon: Oh, come on! That’s not a story! That’s a cheap summary!
Ai: Boo!
Duo: Under HER direction, the 08th Team would be a really short commercial!

>
>
Author's Note: Hey!

Duo: There’s more?
Brandon: Oh, yeah. There are 6 more chapters! Each just as bad as the last!
Ryoga: Crap.

>Ok, now this is a bit different, each chapter is written from a character's point of view, first chapter was in Shiro's >view, but it will change each chapter. Hope thats ok. Some langage further chapters.

Ryoga: Wait… I thought what I’m saying here was language…
Brandon: Don’t think about it.

>
>The New Mobile Suit

Duo: Wait… I thought that this was called…
Ai: Don’t bother. It’ll just make your head hurt.

>By: Soul Goddess

Brandon: She’s not a real Goddess! [Goes Super Saiyan.] I REFUSE to believe her!

>
>Victoria's point of view
>The mass of black was uncontrollably fast! It went straight for me, screaming I jumped away, missing any damage.

Ryoga: Wait. Those are two different things…

>The Commander rushed toward the thing with his beam sword,

Brandon: NO! They’re fighting the Marvel Comics superhero!

>aiming for the arm. For some reason the beam sword couldn't cut through it.

Duo: You know, maybe a BEAM SABER would work better…

>Leaving the Commander open for attack. I thought quickly and slammed into the thing, away from the Commander. >"Fall back and hit with the beam rifles!"

Ryoga: Wait… shouldn’t that be capitalized?

>I heard the Commander yell. Following orders from this guy was hard, he always changed his tactics at the last minute. >That annoyed me, but what could I do? He is the Commander afterall.

Ai: Doesn’t she even know his name?
All but Ai: [Singing to the ‘Cheers’ theme.] ~Where nobody knows your name!~

>My thoughts were so troubling I didn't see the thing charge at me.

Brandon: [As the Thing.] It’s clobberin’ time!!

>The force was so intense, that my whole Gundam shut down. I was also knocked out, because everything went black.
>* Flashback*
>I saw my hometown....peaceful...quiet....but then...Flames!

Duo: [As the Narrator.] Nobody liked my fanfic!

>" NOOOOOO!" I screamed. Why now? So many >dead................................................................

Brandon: …the hell?
Ai: I think the period key got stuck…

>"MOMMY...DADDY!!"
>*End of Flashback*
>"Victoria," a soothing voice called me. "Wake up, Victoria." I openned my eyes, for a second I thought I saw an angel.

Duo: AAH! Get me an EVA!

>"AAAAAAH!" I screamed.

Ryoga: You know, this seems to rip A LOT off the 08th MS Team.
Brandon: I know what you mean.

>The Commander looked back at me with puzzled eyes. "I didn't mean to startle you, Victoria" he said quietly. How did >I see him as an angel?

Duo: [Snickers.] She saw his ‘Core.’
Ai: [Hits Duo.] Bastard.
Brandon: [Sighs.] Yep. I really missed that joke.

>That confused me, "The Thing?" I asked. "It was captured intact, as planned," he said with a smile. "You okay?" >"Yeah, just not everyday I wake up to a guy's face," I answered lamly. Why was it lame? I didn't know, not then at >least.
>
>It turned out that, the Great leader of, Zion

Ryoga: [Scratches his head.] Huh?
Brandon: …the hell?

>had designed the things or "Aquas" to destroy submarnies or ships near the front line. It took three days of research >and work to find out how it worked and so on.

Duo: Jeez. The Zeon could easily take these ‘Zion’ guys to school!

>The Commander even, began to gain everyone's trust and loyality. Headquaters were happy on our success, with the >Aquas. It seemed Zion was being careless, by letting us win a base with so much info. But the Commander reminded >us that, all the infomation found could be false. I reminded myself, not to get excited about small things when the war in >whole was important.

Ryoga: Boy, this seems, to have commas, placed in needless, places.
Brandon: This punctuation MUST be played by you, Ryoga.
Ryoga: Grrr… RANMA! PREPARE TO – Er… BRANDON! PREPARE TO DIE!!!! [Tackles Brandon to the ground.]
Brandon: [Goes Super Saiyan and throws Ryoga off himself. Ryoga flies off and collides into a wall.] Could you stop that?
Ryoga: [Slides off the wall and hits the floor.] Ouch…

>That night I sat by the shore and wondered about the commander. I couldn't help it, today I was impressed a bit by the >mission's success. I found myself begin to like him, I mean love him.

Duo: Oh, god.
Brandon: Yes?
Duo: I bet that this Shiro is a SI.
Ai: [To Ryoga.] SI is short for Self-Insertion.
Brandon: Nah. The author is a gal.
Duo: That never mattered before.
Brandon: [Nodding in agreement.] True, true.

>He seemed caring, kind and not to mention hot.

Ai: But the first one was SO ugly!
Ryoga: [Crawls back into his seat.] Must’ve gotten his looks from his mom, Aina.

>But I stilled remembered the first look he gave me, impressed and soft.

All: …the hell?

>I wondered if he had covered me when my Gundam shut down. Tilly came up behind me,

Ai: [As Victoria.] and slit my throat.

>"Thinking about the commander?" she asked. "Yeah, but tell and you die" I warned. Then I smiled and wondered how >torrorrow would end up like.

Brandon: Shiro getting her in the sack.

>To be continued...

Brandon: [Watch beeps. He looks down.] CRAP! I’m gonna be late! Come on! [All 4 of the MSTers leave the theater.]

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In the transporter room of the B.M.S. Mike Nelson, Brandon explained his situation, “I’ve been invited to a birthday party in another fanfic. It’s called “Super Special 04 – Tempest, Christina, and the WWF” by MblowOt5.” He then stepped up onto the Transporter pad.
“Can I come?” Ai asked innocently, a slight fire in her eyes.
Brandon blushed slightly as he said, “Um… no. It’s an all-male party and stuff. You wouldn’t like it. Beam me down to the PacSea leather shop in Seattle, Washington. Energize!” With that, Brandon vanished into thin air.
Duo leant against the bulkhead for a bit, then announced, “I’m going to Hooters. Anybody wanna come?”

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