Mission assigned...
Heero watched as the young pilot with hair of silken brown tied back into the long braid jumped out of Deathscythe, swinging a black backpack over his shoulder in midair and landing on the ground with ease. The American pilot whistled to himself as his cobalt blue eyes scanned his gundam. The Wing pilot couldn't help smiling at the other pilot's cheerfulness. Although sometime very absent minded, and quite optimistic, Duo was a great pilot. As the chestnut-haired pilot finished his examination of Deathscythe, he talked to Suki Ryozuki, a young male mechanic. The cheerful pilot pointed out all of the gundam's damages in its left arm. Suki ran a hand through his lavender hair, giving the other a time estimate of three days. The pilot smiled in response, and hit the mechanic on the back playfully and laughing. Suki laughed as well, his voice was deeper then Duo's, despite his age, but the pilot's laugh was not to be outdone and wasn't over ridden. With a sigh, Heero turned from watching the two gundam pilots and walked down the gray tiled hallway.
The brown-haired pilot's footsteps echoed endlessly through the empty hall. His thoughts turned towards the gundam's recent advance. The world was divided into three now, the Gundams, now a highly organized group of pilots, OZ, still up and running successfully with 1,000 or so recruits, and the pacifists, led by Relena Peacecraft. All five of the original gundam pilots remained, commanders in the war. There were other pilots as well. A group of four make up the team known as the seconds. They were the second generation of the gundam pilots, although they really weren't related to any of them... except.... The four were as old as the originals, also known as the firsts, were two years ago when the war began. Their gundams were only slightly more advanced, made of heavier gundainum alloy, and were more agile then the Deathscythe, Wing, Sandrock, and Shenlong. The total firepower that each one had was not much more than the originals. After the seconds, were 300 or so other mobile suit pilots who used Kolins, small, agile, efficient mobil suits.
Heero pushed open the door to Commander Winner's office. The Arab pilot sat at a marble desk, typing on a small black laptop. The Wing pilot's Persian blue eyes scanned the room carefully before walking across the crimson carpet to the blond-haired pilot's desk. As Heero approached, the Sandrock pilot shut his laptop carefully and turned in his chair to face the other gundam pilot.
"So, Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell return. How many of the Kolins are left from the mission, Commander Yuy?" Quatre asked, talking a black ballpoint pen in hand.
"Seven of the Kolins were destroyed." Heero replied without emotion. The
Arib eyed him, then wrote it down in a notebook located on the side of the desk.
"How are the Gundams?" Winner questioned, looking up once more.
"Wing has some small holes in its left leg, due to OZ mobil suits."
"The Sklins?" The Sandrock pilot questioned.
"No, they weren't the Skilns. These are new."
"New, huh...." Quatre said, trailing off as he tapped the pen against the desk. Heero slammed his hand upon the desk.
"Yes new! Commander Winner, I suggest you send a group to investigate these new mobil suits! They're a threat if we don't find out about them." Heero growled.
"Even though you are a commander as well, Yuy, I suggest you learn your place." Quatre replied flatly. "Permission granted," the Arab said, writing on the paper once more. "You, Maxwell, and Captain Sakura Kayton will go to the main
OZ base which has relocated to Tokyo, Japan." The Wing pilot scowled at having to work with a second but nodded and left without another word.
Heero watched as the young pilot with hair of silken brown tied back into the long braid jumped out of Deathscythe, swinging a black backpack over his shoulder in midair and landing on the ground with ease. The American pilot whistled to himself as his cobalt blue eyes scanned his gundam. The Wing pilot couldn't help smiling at the other pilot's cheerfulness. Although sometime very absent minded, and quite optimistic, Duo was a great pilot. As the chestnut-haired pilot finished his examination of Deathscythe, he talked to Suki Ryozuki, a young male mechanic. The cheerful pilot pointed out all of the gundam's damages in its left arm. Suki ran a hand through his lavender hair, giving the other a time estimate of three days. The pilot smiled in response, and hit the mechanic on the back playfully and laughing. Suki laughed as well, his voice was deeper then Duo's, despite his age, but the pilot's laugh was not to be outdone and wasn't over ridden. With a sigh, Heero turned from watching the two gundam pilots and walked down the gray tiled hallway.
The brown-haired pilot's footsteps echoed endlessly through the empty hall. His thoughts turned towards the gundam's recent advance. The world was divided into three now, the Gundams, now a highly organized group of pilots, OZ, still up and running successfully with 1,000 or so recruits, and the pacifists, led by Relena Peacecraft. All five of the original gundam pilots remained, commanders in the war. There were other pilots as well. A group of four make up the team known as the seconds. They were the second generation of the gundam pilots, although they really weren't related to any of them... except.... The four were as old as the originals, also known as the firsts, were two years ago when the war began. Their gundams were only slightly more advanced, made of heavier gundainum alloy, and were more agile then the Deathscythe, Wing, Sandrock, and Shenlong. The total firepower that each one had was not much more than the originals. After the seconds, were 300 or so other mobile suit pilots who used Kolins, small, agile, efficient mobil suits.
Heero pushed open the door to Commander Winner's office. The Arab pilot sat at a marble desk, typing on a small black laptop. The Wing pilot's Persian blue eyes scanned the room carefully before walking across the crimson carpet to the blond-haired pilot's desk. As Heero approached, the Sandrock pilot shut his laptop carefully and turned in his chair to face the other gundam pilot.
"So, Heero Yuy and Duo Maxwell return. How many of the Kolins are left from the mission, Commander Yuy?" Quatre asked, talking a black ballpoint pen in hand.
"Seven of the Kolins were destroyed." Heero replied without emotion. The
Arib eyed him, then wrote it down in a notebook located on the side of the desk.
"How are the Gundams?" Winner questioned, looking up once more.
"Wing has some small holes in its left leg, due to OZ mobil suits."
"The Sklins?" The Sandrock pilot questioned.
"No, they weren't the Skilns. These are new."
"New, huh...." Quatre said, trailing off as he tapped the pen against the desk. Heero slammed his hand upon the desk.
"Yes new! Commander Winner, I suggest you send a group to investigate these new mobil suits! They're a threat if we don't find out about them." Heero growled.
"Even though you are a commander as well, Yuy, I suggest you learn your place." Quatre replied flatly. "Permission granted," the Arab said, writing on the paper once more. "You, Maxwell, and Captain Sakura Kayton will go to the main
OZ base which has relocated to Tokyo, Japan." The Wing pilot scowled at having to work with a second but nodded and left without another word.