I do not own Gundam Seed or its characters. Others not in the story belong to me.
Warnings: Language.
Oh and one more thing. I made all the pilots older to suit my purposes. You'll find out the ages the further you read. Thank you.
Chapter One: ZAFT; The Other Pilots.
It's strange...being transferred into outer space away from my unit. I'll miss them...the other descendents of the legendary gundam pilots. Ooh, Grampa Heero, I wish you were still among the living. Mother says I'm so like you but more gifted. Ha, yeah right. It's sad here without you...you were the only one who understood me.
Heero Ikeda stood on the balcony of her Victorian home. She was the only great-grandchild of the legendary Heero Yuy. Like most of the other descendents, they had carried on the skills and knowledge of their famous forebearers. Heero Yuy, the most stoic of them all, had married Relena Peacecraft, giving birth to one daughter. Trowa Barton, along with the other four pilots had married and bore children of their own, but strangely they had all had boys. Each great-grandchild of the famous pilots were practically exact replicas of the original with only small, subtle differences. Heero was an exception though. She looked like the female version of her ancestor, but she was very attractive and not very masculine looking. She was thin and muscular in a similar way to the legendary Wing Zero pilot, but in a feminine way.
A light, tantalizing breeze blew by, rustling her brownish-red hair from the middle of her back in a sweeping arch. Those invisible fingers pulled her white, button-down shirt from her lithe form, playing with it gently. She stood at five-seven, was a very keen observer, and had full almost c-cup breasts. She sighed lightly as she reminisced about her childhood before pulling up her black tank-top to cover her cleavage and delving her hands into the pockets of her knee-torn jeans. A pendent of the wings of Wing Zero rested just above her chest on a black, silky, cloth necklace. It was something passed on to her from her great-grandfather. She turned from the scene before her, stepping into her room. It had posters and pictures, many of the gundams of the first gundam pilots. She went over to a small place on the wall for her photos and took a few of them, placing them in a book she was taking with her. It was funny, how like it was way back then when the first pilots were starting out, there were five great-grandchildren.
Shinji was the descendent of Duo Maxwell and practically a clone of him, Dorian was Trowa Barton's descendent and the only difference was his bright amethyst eyes. Fredrick Catalonia Reberba Winner who, of course, was the descendent of Quatre but with light brown highlights in his platinum blonde hair. Lastly, was Shen, the descendent of the proud Chang Wufei who passed on everything including his pride to his descendent. No one was really sure as to what happened to Zechs Merquise and his wife, Lucrezia Noin but whenever Heero saw a picture of the two, she had the feeling they had grown old together, had children, and lived in the country side to avoid fighting. She had always wanted to meet him, and at one point, she believed she did but she had been very, very young.
Gathering her gear and things she would need to travel to the warship of ZAFT, Heero made a few phonecalls to her mechanic about her gundam. Yes, she had her own custom gundam she had designed herself and had built with the other pilot descendents. It was based on the gundams Deathscythe and Wing Zero, along with the long-range weapon from the mysterious Epyon. The wings were that of the angelic Wing Zero gundam, but were black. The armour color was black, with white on the hands and shoulders, and green around the cockpit. The eyes were prussian blue like that of Heero Yuy's and the gundam also carried the twin buster rifle of his mecha and the beam scythe of Deathscythe. The gundam, in her eyes, was just what she needed. It carried all the good attributes of the two gundams, which included speed, agility, manuvering, immense firepower, hyper jammers to conceal it from radar, and the ability to descend into Earth's atmosphere without hindering its performance. It was also able to perform close-range combat, and long-range combat. It had taken three years to build which was quite an accomplishment, but then again, they had kept all the knowledge passed down by their great-grandparents.
The gundam had been named Alexeil. Heero's codename in battle was Dark Angel.
The teen woman stood there, staring at a picture of a fifteen-year old Heero Yuy. The picture was very old, but in good condition, the other pilots standing around him. She held up a photo from several years ago of her and the others and the resemblances were still shocking. With a light smile, she tucked them both into her wallet and grabbed her neon-green bag, slinging it over her shoulder. She then proceeded to take her suitcase with her laptop inside, and left her spacious room to walk down the stairs and greet her always happy mother.
"Hey there," her mother said with a smile, putting some papers in a briefcase. Her mother, wow, was the copy of Gramma Relena. Her smile and laughter were contagious and she seemed to give off a heavenly glow. She was also a coordinator like her husband who had passed on years ago. As Heero thought about it, that, besides the death of her great-grandfather and great-grandmother, were the only times she couldn't and wouldn't smile.
"Hey.." the teen replied, hugging her mother. She was leaving today to join up with the Zaft ship. Heero was a second generation coordinator, but she didn't hate the naturals like most coordinators did. She hated who she hated and she could have cared less about their genetics. Heero Yuy had been a natural and she was quite thankful for that. She was just disappointed that his and Gramma Relena's dream that the gundams would never have to be used again had only lasted for so long.
"So, you're leaving me huh?" Lena said after a moment, looking at her daughter with both joy and sorrow. She was happy that she was taking a stand in the war, but also sad that she was leaving her to go fight it. It was a bit unnerving.
She nodded lightly, shrugging a bit.
"I'll miss you, hunny."
"I know, Mother. I will be fine. You know me well enough to know that I'll be fine."
A soft smile wormed its way onto her mother's lips. "Yes, but I won't stop worrying. You'll call, won't you?"
Heero couldn't help but smile back. "As often as I can."
"Good. I'm sorry I can't see you off like I want, but I have to go to work or I'll lose my job."
"I know." Heero's amethyst-prussian eyes looked into her mother's blue ones, seeing the tears welling up. They embraced for a long while until the clock rang seven. The teen grabbed her suitcase as she departed, making sure to turn and wave to her mother. She had said her goodbyes to her unit and put another to replace her yesterday. A car was waiting for her and she stepped into the luxurious vehicle, her new life ahead of her as they pulled out and headed to the base.
"In conclusion to this briefing, we have a new team member joining our ranks, an ace gundam pilot. Heero Ikeda, is the name, will be joing us this evening from Earth." Commander Le Creuset concluded, putting the file down as he looked at each of the pilots in turn. It would be quite interesting to have a woman on board. He wouldn't make a move on the teenager, but he knew the other pilots just might. They were in for a nasty...more like cold shock.
"How old is he?" Nicol asked, looking to his enigmatic commander. The green-haired man was the youngest of the crew and was twenty years old.
"Nineteen," he responded, looking over the crudentials of his new recruit. They were very impressive, even for a coordinator. She had been awarded honors and special awards over the years. "You have an further questions then contact me or speak with Heero. Dismissed."
The four saluted as they stood and filed out, a lot on their minds. The recruit was three years younger than Yzak and Dearka, two years younger than Athrun, and a year younger than Nicol. Athrun Zala could tell it made Yzak's blood boil at having someone so much younger than him have so much military experiance and been given so many honors in combat. The blue-haired man went about the ship, the stars of space winking at him. It was a strange time to be receiving a recruit, but if they needed one, who was he to judge? He drifted along the the corridor, constantly looking out the huge windows. There was a twinkle in the sky some miles away that signaled the new recruit would be arriving in two hours, three tops. He went into his quarters and sat at his desk as he flipped through the files.
He was a bit stunned to find Heero to be a woman.
The only true reason he was stunned was because her name was actually a boy name. He didn't really think much of it, but her profile was astonishing. There wasn't much background on her, but that could be found out in time. She had been a moderate of sorts, just working where she had been told. She had moved up in ranks quite rapidly and had been apart of the military since the age of seven but had been given military knowledge since birth. In every mission she had been in, none of her comrades had ever died, giving her the nickname/codename of Dark Angel. To not let a single comrade die, was a grand accomplishment.
After reading for sometime, Athrun leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes slightly as he stared at the ceiling. He still had some time to wait until the new recruit arrived and he planned on being there when she did. He adjusted his uniform as he stood, looking around his quarters. It had all he needed plus a few of his own personal touches. He closed the files and tucked them away in a desk drawer as he exited his room. He drifted down the hallway, looking out the window, the spacecraft was much closer now.
She should be here soon.. he thought.
He passed by Yzak and Dearka who were in a heated discussion on something actually intelligent. Nicol wasn't faraway, staring off into space, watching the stars and ship edging closer. Athrun passed by and continued on, hoping to find something to do to quicken the pace of time. He knew he was being impatient, but he had a few questions for the pilot arriving at the warship. He drifted around the ship, speaking with mechanics and other crew members to kill time. Just as he was getting utterly bored, he saw the ship slip into the docking bay area.
The new recruit had arrived.
Zala drifted down into the docking area and waited, remaining quiet. Yzak, Dearka, and Nicol soon joined the quiet boy as they patiently awaited Heero's arrival. The ship had just came in and the door slowly opened. Yzak scoffed at how long it took just to get into the warcraft. Dearka said the same thing but with much sarcasm. The group moved forward as their new comrade was blocked by the height of their commander. They were quite surprised to see the angelic beauty he was speaking to. She turned to see them and then swiftly turned her attention back to the commander.
Commander Le Creuset soon turned to see his pilots and called them over, beckoning them as he continued to speak with Heero. He soon spoke to them. "This is our newest recruit, Heero Ikeda."
Yzak glared at her slightly. "A woman? I was expecting someone without nail polish."
Heero, one not to smile very often, let a sinister smile curve her lips as she walked up to him, only three inches shorter, holding him in place with her penetrating gaze. She said cooly, politely, "You must be Yzak. Arrogant, hot-headed, serious, and no manners to speak of. I chose this mission to study and engage the enemy. I don't need your arrogance on that battlefield." She turned to the blonde-haired commander.
"Le Creuset, I thought you wouldn't allow someone such as this to operate under your command. Is he as good as his files claim to be?" Her voice was steady and calm as she spoke, never letting any emotion seep in. It made Yzak's blood boil.
His temper flared as he was going to slap her for the audacity in which she spoke to him, but she sensed the blow coming and stopped him easily. Her hand gripped his wrist painfully, making him grimace as she forced him down to his knees. She just watched him as she hurt him without effort with a stoic mask in place. Then she let go.
She spoke in quiet tones to the others. "I've already briefed Commander Le Creuset on the way I operate. We can be an excellent team or a divided laughing-stock. You fuck with me, expect the same in return. I won't tolerate such attitude that could end up killing you or your team members.." Then she added as she muttered. "I've seen it before."
The others nodded, speechless.
Heero gave a brief nod to Commander Le Creuset as she pushed off the ground, drifting up towards the floor where her quarters were situated, her neon-green bag slung over one shoulder. She disappeared in foul spirits as Yzak recovered from her attack.
(A/N: Heero has chosen to remain a pilot since she does not believe she is qualified to be a commander or anything of such rank. She was in charge of a small unit of pilots along with Shinji.)
Heero sat at her desk, laptop out, her fingers clicking away at the keys as she did diagnostics on the performance of her gundam. It wouldn't be arriving til early morning, but she still had to make sure there were no faults in the circuitry. She had tossed her button-down shirt onto her mattress as she had started to work in her gundam's inputs and outputs. It was easy work, but for anyone else it was like trying to solve and decode a thousand layers of coded encryptions. She was very secretive when it came to Alexeil.
There was a light rap on her door as she finished up her work and shut down her computer. She sighed a bit as she stretched, her hand going to the pendant around her neck. She leaned back in her chair, her legs ontop of her desk as she said, "Enter."
Athrun slowly entered her quarters, looking around, not seeing much change in the outlook of the room. She let out a slight sigh as she turned to see him, not saying anything. He had to say, her eyes were very captivating and hypnotic. She soon stood up, turning her back to him as she stretched. He just stood in the doorway until she decided to speak.
"Athrun Zala, pilot of the captured Aegis. What do you want?" Her voice was the same as always, calm and somewhat monotone.
"I came to ask you some questions." He said in answer to her question, stepping inside and just standing there.
She shrugged lightly. "It doesn't mean I'll answer." She said with a bit of sarcasm as she motioned for him to sit. She took out a few pictures and placed them on the bulletin board. She had adapted to the gravity of the ship quite well.
"That's rude of you to say." He added in a somewhat friendly tone.
"I know." She said flatly as she accidently pricked her finger, a droplet of blood floating into the air. She cursed once as she put her finger to her lips and sucked on it until she no longer tasted blood. She grabbed the small ball of blood and it soaked into her skin, tainting it red. She got a towel and rinsed her hands.
Athrun watched the display with an odd look, but said nothing about it. "So you won't answer any questions I ask you?"
"No. You are trying to gather information on me when you have been given all the information I would give a stranger. No one knows anything else about me except my family and no, you couldn't get information out of them either." She turned to him and just ran her fingers through her hair as she thought about something. It was something important until her stomach gave a small rumble.
"Hungry?" the blue-hair man asked as he watched her thoughtful face. She just nodded absently.
"Come, I'll show you around and then you can get food on the way." She followed after him as they left her quarters, the door sliding shut.
It was going to become very interesting onboard the Zaft ship.
They toured the whole ship, the elder pilot giving her all the details on people and places onboard. He also gave her hints on how to handle the others' attitudes and that Nicol was probably the nicest of the group. She absorbed all the information given the her without questioning, and just shrugged and nodded when necessary. It was going to be a long war in her eyes.
Hope you like the first chapter of this story! I'm not going to update until I have 10 reviews since I'm really bored and need something else to read, but don't think I'm not serious because I am. Anyways, hoped you like this story!