Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters... except for Matilda XD
"Anything?"
"No. There's nothing left… it's like someone's completely wiped them out."
"Roger that, then. Zero Two, Zero Three, commence search."
Two of the five Gundams stepped forward into the silent battlefield. The bodies of mobile suits littered the ground with no signs of life. It was as if an atomic bomb had wiped out a ten kilometre radius of the area.
"I'm picking up something on the radar," the pilot of the Heavyarms said, "A few metres from where you are, Duo."
"I'm on it." The second pilot followed the signal he was now picking up on his heat radar. "That's weird, I've got a hot spot on screen… but there nothing but rubble." He moved away the twisted pieces of metal with his Gundam, not caring where the fell. "Uh, Trowa," he said, "I think you should come have a look at this."
Duo jumped out of the cockpit just as the other boy joined him. Together, they pried open the badly damaged cockpit hatch with their bare hands on the mobile suit the were standing on. The alloy lurched and easily buckled from the damage done to it.
"God, what is that?" Duo asked blinking a couple of times, trying to register the dark, sticky stuff covering the interior.
"It's… blood."
Duo said something into the walky-talky attached to his jacket while Trowa carefully edged towards the dead pilot. A helmet covered the pilots face, the once screen was now just fragments of glass embedded into his face. He slowly put his fingers to the pilots neck.
"Anything?" Duo said from behind him.
Trowa held his breath as he waited… and waited. He shook his head, drawing back from the dead pilot and heading back to his Gundam. Duo took a step forward and looked at the dead pilot, wiping away the blood that covered his face. Only then did he realise that he was actually a she.
"Damn it," he swore. Duo slowly pulled the barely visible dog tag from her neck and stuffed it in his jacket pocket; at least if he knew who she was, she didn't die in vain. He turned away, cursing that the war had brought another death, and not only to an ally soldier, a girl who was the same age as the rest of them.