Twin Demons of Tekkaden: Gundam IBO FanFic

The cadet army base was enveloped in an eerie tension as the news of an impending G bomb blast spread like wildfire. Panic and fear hung heavy in the air as the cadets scrambled to their positions, their training kicking in despite the overwhelming fear of the upcoming.

The distant sound of sirens mixed with the hurried footsteps of soldiers. Fear and uncertainty gripped the hearts of those who had pledged to defend their country, but nothing could have prepared them for the grim reality that was about to unfold.

Among them was Jason, a young man who had dreams far removed from the battlefield. Forced into the army by his father, a major in the military, Jason had always desired to be a robotic scientist, to work with machines and technology rather than weapons and warfare.

As he stood admits the chaos, his mind wandered to the projects he had abandoned, the dreams that felt like distant memories in the face of his current predicament.

Amidst the turmoil, Jason's inner struggle intensified. He knew that if he survived this ordeal, he might have a chance to again pursue his dreams once more. However as minutes turned into agonizing hours, his, optimism began to wane. He felt trapped, not just by the imminent danger, but by the expectations of a father who never truly understood him.

When the bomb stuck, the world turned into a chaotic maelstrom of destruction and devastation. The force of the explosion was overwhelming, an indiscriminate end to the hopes and dreams of so many brave soldiers.

As the smoke cleared and the wreckage settled, the cadet army base lay in ruins, a grim testament to the fragility of life and the cost of conflict. The men who had once stood there, driven by duty and honor, we're now mere memories etched into history. And among them, is the story of Jason. A man who perished due to the expectations of his father.

JASON POV:-

The cadet army base hummed with tense energy, a mixture of fear and urgency that filled the aid as news of an impending nuke threat rippled through the ranks.

The blaring sirens seemed to merge with the frantic footsteps of soldiers, creating a dissonant symphony that echoed off the walls. The atmosphere was thick with a potent blend of anxiety and determination, as men hurriedly worked to secure the base against the looming danger.

In the midst of this chaos, I stood among my fellow cadets, my heart pending with a mixture of trepidation and a gnawing sense of inevitability.

My name is Jason Aziz. I had never dreamt of being a soldier, of wearing a uniform and wielding weapons. Instead, my heart had always belonged to the world of robotics and technology. I yearned to create, to innovate, to bring to life the mechanical wonders that danced through my imagination. But my dreams and my ambitions had been eclipsed by the overbearing of my father, Major Aziz Bhatti.

As I watched the soldiers around me scramble to fortify the base against the imminent nuclear threat, I felt a strange mixture of camaraderie and isolation. These were my comrades, my fellow cadets, but couldn't help feeling like an outsider in this world of duty and discipline.

The impending disaster had united us in purpose, yet my purpose had always been different from theirs. I had never wanted to fight; I had wanted to build, to shape the future with my ideas and creations.

My mind drifted back to the conversations I had with my father, the stern lectures about duty and honor that had shaped my upbringing. The memory of my mother's warm smile and gentle touch surfaced, a stark contrast to my father's rigid expectations.

She had passed away when I was just a child, leaving a void that had never been filled. Inner absence, my father's shadow had loomed larger his vision of my future casting aside my hopes and dreams.

As the minutes ticked by, my heart raced even faster. The approaching nuke seemed like a monstrous embodiment of all my fears and regrets. I watched as officers shouted orders, trying to instill a semblance of order amidst the pandemonium.

And all the while, a sense of powerlessness gnawed at me. I was a pawn in a game I never chose to play, a participant in a narrative that felt increasingly detached from my desires.

I found a moment of respite in a quiet corner of the base, where I clutched a small notebook in my hands. Its pages were filled with intricate sketches of robots and inventions, the products of countless hours of daydreaming and scheming.

A pang of sadness washed over me as I traced the lines and curves on the paper, realizing how far removed my reality was from the dreams I had so meticulously captured.

Tears welled in my eyes as I considered the life I might have led. My father's expectations had cast a long shadow, one that I had struggled to escape, one that had made me feel like I was suffocating beneath the weight of someone else's ambitions.

In the solitude of that moment, my thoughts turned to my mother. I could barely remember her face, but I could recall the warmth of her embrace and the sound of her laughter. She had encouraged my dreams, no matter how fantastical they had seemed. The ache of her absence, combined with the bitterness of my unfulfilled aspirations, created a storm of emotion within me. I wanted to cry in her embrace, to tell her all my regrets.

And then, the bomb struck. The world erupted into a blinding burst of light and sound, and the shockwave that followed seemed to shake the very foundation of the base. I was enveloped in a maelstrom of chaos, my senses overwhelmed by the destruction unfolding around me. In that moment, as the world seemed to crumble, my mind turned inward.

As my body was consumed by the force of the explosion, my thoughts became a tapestry of memories and emotions. The regrets of unspoken words, the sorrow of dreams left unfulfilled, and the yearning for a life that could have been - they all rushed through me with a clarity that bordered on painful. In those final moments, I wasn't just facing death; I was facing a lifetime of choices that had been made for me, a future that had been dictated by someone else's vision...

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