Prologue
a/n: Not many people know that G-Gundam comes before Gundam Wing. At least I didn't, when I found out I was in complete and udder shock. I couldn't believe it, then I spent two months trying to figure a way it was possible. Then there was a playwright competition, that's when I began to unravel the threads of the possibilities, bit by bit. Even though I never got the story done in time, it never died. It just goes to show that when you have an unexpressed idea, it eats at you. Each day that went by a small part of me died. I couldn't live with it. Thank God my friend told me about this site, Diane, this story's for you.
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Fifty Years Later
It has been fifty years after Domon Kasshu destroyed the Dark Gundam. Fifty Years after the revival of the Shuffle Alliance. Fifty Years after the exploitation of Ulube and his plans of Death, Destruction, and then Domination. Fifty Years, and yet nothing's changed.
Chibodee Crocket sat in his executive chair, he absolutely hated it. He couldn't stand listening to men younger than he is trying to tell him how the country should be run. the only reason he won was because he won the Gundam fights four years after Domon, he didn't compete. Somehow someone thought it was funny to offer him a lifetime position. Only now he wished turned it down. Now he's stuck, bored to tears stuck in a stupid Board Room ready to fall asleep, again.
"Now for our next order of business," the President breathed out. he was just as tired as he is. Out of all the people, it was the President he respected. The President was a man of action, not politics. He was a man who actually cared about the little guy, the workingman. He was a man of Honor, Integrity, and Truth. That is a man who deserves to hold the title of President. "In six months the elimination rounds of the Gundam Fights begin, any one have any suggestions for our fighter of Neo-America?"
"Last Gundam fighter was a disgrace, he didn't last five minutes before Neo-China destroyed the head section." Yelled out Vice President Rice. He was a short man and a little on the heavy side. But his ideas are second to none. The ironic thing here is he was the one who introduced Gundam Longarm.
"At least I didn't endorse him!" screamed an older Delegate.
Another five minutes of pointless bickering ensued. It was just as Chibodee needed, another reason to stay there and listen to people argue. He stood up and began to walk away when a younger man stood. He was tall with light blond hair. He began to speak, "Gentlemen Gentlemen, it is much too early to speak of such matters. Let us retire to our rooms and we'll discuss this next week." Armeo Barton spoke softly. There was something Chibodee did not trust about Mr. Barton, he was intelligent, fairly hansom and a strange way of thinking. Chibodee's better judgment told him to stay away from Mr. Armeo Barton.
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Chibodee flew back down to Earth, he wanted to clear his mind in New York. He looked about into the remains of this once beautiful city and sulked. It was nothing more than just smoking heaps and broken buildings. "HEY YOU!! GET BACK HERE WITH THAT!!" He turned and saw two kids running away with loaves of bread and soup cans. The taller one was a boy roughly twelve, the other was a little girl.
"Hey, there they are, GET THEM!" To men in dark suits ran after them. They were known as the Truant Guards. Chibodee heard of these guys, they were nothing shorter then Government Bullies. During this era, kids did only two things. They either went to school, or went to work. School was expensive so the go to "Paid Orphanages." They are just a fancier term for sweatshops, often the work was either long and tedious, or very dangerous. The Truant Guards were only there to make sure they are there.
The kids turned the corner into the dark alley, they were trapped. Chibodee had to help the kids, for someone in his seventies, Chibodee wasn't half bad. "Leave those kids alone!"
The man in the dark suit lifted his sunglasses, then looked back at the kids. "Stay out of this "Old" man. This ain't any of your business."
That "old" remark hit home, he reared his fist back and thrust it forward with a tremendous amount of energy. "Cyclone Punch!" The ground burst open as it traveled down, all the way to the guy who called him old. His stunned partner looked at him wide-eyed, then drew his walkie-talkie.
"WE NEED BACK-UP!!" before he went down.
Chibodee looked down towards the frightened children, "You kids okay?" He extended his hand of friendship but the kids took a step back. Obviously they didn't trust strangers. Chibodee never saw the five guards sneak behind him. The lead guy smiled, then slammed his to the back of Chibodee's head. He was out like a light.
"Grab the brats, and the old man, take them back to home base." smiled the lead guard commanded. Just as one of the subordenents reached out for our American Hero, a flash of dark light pinned his to the wall.
"Picking on old people, kids getting too boring for you Dameon?" Out of the shadows, walked out a boy with black slacks tied with a cord. Black sleeveless shirt, and green cloak. "Try fighting someone 1/4 you size!" He jumped up and did a spinning kick to the guy on the left. His face shown in the light, showed his small face, long red hair, and bright, emerald eyes.
"God Damn you Maxwell!" shouted Dameon, the lead Guard. He lounged straight at the stranger, no older than sixteen. But he disappeared, then reappeared from above to pull an elbow drop at the back of his head. He then starred at the three of the remaining Guards, brought back his foot, then sliced the air in front of him. "Missle Kick!" A bright yellow cresent flew perpendicular from the his foot and slammed into the three remaining bullies, instantly knocking them cold.
He looked at the group, five guards, including Dameon, the old man, and the to kids. He examined, the old man, Dameon hit him hard. he looked at the two kids, who walked up to him fearlessly. "Alex, Nadia, go home and prepare an extra bed for him, it's the least we can do." They nodded and ran down the alley as fast as possible. He looked at Chibodee, carefully picked him up, and walked down to follow the two kids.
a/n: Not many people know that G-Gundam comes before Gundam Wing. At least I didn't, when I found out I was in complete and udder shock. I couldn't believe it, then I spent two months trying to figure a way it was possible. Then there was a playwright competition, that's when I began to unravel the threads of the possibilities, bit by bit. Even though I never got the story done in time, it never died. It just goes to show that when you have an unexpressed idea, it eats at you. Each day that went by a small part of me died. I couldn't live with it. Thank God my friend told me about this site, Diane, this story's for you.
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Fifty Years Later
It has been fifty years after Domon Kasshu destroyed the Dark Gundam. Fifty Years after the revival of the Shuffle Alliance. Fifty Years after the exploitation of Ulube and his plans of Death, Destruction, and then Domination. Fifty Years, and yet nothing's changed.
Chibodee Crocket sat in his executive chair, he absolutely hated it. He couldn't stand listening to men younger than he is trying to tell him how the country should be run. the only reason he won was because he won the Gundam fights four years after Domon, he didn't compete. Somehow someone thought it was funny to offer him a lifetime position. Only now he wished turned it down. Now he's stuck, bored to tears stuck in a stupid Board Room ready to fall asleep, again.
"Now for our next order of business," the President breathed out. he was just as tired as he is. Out of all the people, it was the President he respected. The President was a man of action, not politics. He was a man who actually cared about the little guy, the workingman. He was a man of Honor, Integrity, and Truth. That is a man who deserves to hold the title of President. "In six months the elimination rounds of the Gundam Fights begin, any one have any suggestions for our fighter of Neo-America?"
"Last Gundam fighter was a disgrace, he didn't last five minutes before Neo-China destroyed the head section." Yelled out Vice President Rice. He was a short man and a little on the heavy side. But his ideas are second to none. The ironic thing here is he was the one who introduced Gundam Longarm.
"At least I didn't endorse him!" screamed an older Delegate.
Another five minutes of pointless bickering ensued. It was just as Chibodee needed, another reason to stay there and listen to people argue. He stood up and began to walk away when a younger man stood. He was tall with light blond hair. He began to speak, "Gentlemen Gentlemen, it is much too early to speak of such matters. Let us retire to our rooms and we'll discuss this next week." Armeo Barton spoke softly. There was something Chibodee did not trust about Mr. Barton, he was intelligent, fairly hansom and a strange way of thinking. Chibodee's better judgment told him to stay away from Mr. Armeo Barton.
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Chibodee flew back down to Earth, he wanted to clear his mind in New York. He looked about into the remains of this once beautiful city and sulked. It was nothing more than just smoking heaps and broken buildings. "HEY YOU!! GET BACK HERE WITH THAT!!" He turned and saw two kids running away with loaves of bread and soup cans. The taller one was a boy roughly twelve, the other was a little girl.
"Hey, there they are, GET THEM!" To men in dark suits ran after them. They were known as the Truant Guards. Chibodee heard of these guys, they were nothing shorter then Government Bullies. During this era, kids did only two things. They either went to school, or went to work. School was expensive so the go to "Paid Orphanages." They are just a fancier term for sweatshops, often the work was either long and tedious, or very dangerous. The Truant Guards were only there to make sure they are there.
The kids turned the corner into the dark alley, they were trapped. Chibodee had to help the kids, for someone in his seventies, Chibodee wasn't half bad. "Leave those kids alone!"
The man in the dark suit lifted his sunglasses, then looked back at the kids. "Stay out of this "Old" man. This ain't any of your business."
That "old" remark hit home, he reared his fist back and thrust it forward with a tremendous amount of energy. "Cyclone Punch!" The ground burst open as it traveled down, all the way to the guy who called him old. His stunned partner looked at him wide-eyed, then drew his walkie-talkie.
"WE NEED BACK-UP!!" before he went down.
Chibodee looked down towards the frightened children, "You kids okay?" He extended his hand of friendship but the kids took a step back. Obviously they didn't trust strangers. Chibodee never saw the five guards sneak behind him. The lead guy smiled, then slammed his to the back of Chibodee's head. He was out like a light.
"Grab the brats, and the old man, take them back to home base." smiled the lead guard commanded. Just as one of the subordenents reached out for our American Hero, a flash of dark light pinned his to the wall.
"Picking on old people, kids getting too boring for you Dameon?" Out of the shadows, walked out a boy with black slacks tied with a cord. Black sleeveless shirt, and green cloak. "Try fighting someone 1/4 you size!" He jumped up and did a spinning kick to the guy on the left. His face shown in the light, showed his small face, long red hair, and bright, emerald eyes.
"God Damn you Maxwell!" shouted Dameon, the lead Guard. He lounged straight at the stranger, no older than sixteen. But he disappeared, then reappeared from above to pull an elbow drop at the back of his head. He then starred at the three of the remaining Guards, brought back his foot, then sliced the air in front of him. "Missle Kick!" A bright yellow cresent flew perpendicular from the his foot and slammed into the three remaining bullies, instantly knocking them cold.
He looked at the group, five guards, including Dameon, the old man, and the to kids. He examined, the old man, Dameon hit him hard. he looked at the two kids, who walked up to him fearlessly. "Alex, Nadia, go home and prepare an extra bed for him, it's the least we can do." They nodded and ran down the alley as fast as possible. He looked at Chibodee, carefully picked him up, and walked down to follow the two kids.