Although this shares the name Gundam, it can properly be described as a series of it's own, as it doesn't use any past characters or exact ideas from the Gundam univers, although you will see that it does borrow heavily from a lot of things that the Gundam series uses. I've wanted to write a Gundam fanfic for a while now, so here it is. Please enjoy the first part of Mobile Suit: Legacy Gundam.

As usual, I do not own Gundam, nor anything in the gundam franchise. Although every character thus far is mine.

Movement 1: groundwork

In the reaches of space, there had always been an incredible silence, a sort of quiet peace that space had known since the birth of time. This peace was brought to an end around the time that humans started populating the stars. The space colonization of humanity was formed in a desperate attempt to escape a world that was clearly on a course to utter destruction. As humanity slowly started to leave its home, the violent nature of the people left on earth started to escalate. At the climax of its violent fury, humanity started world war III, a battle that would end in a single day. About twenty four hours after war was declared, nuclear weapons were sent off by every country that possessed them, wiping out an unbelievable amount of the world's population instantly.

To preserve what little remained of their planet, the world's governments banned together in a hastily formed united world leadership. The results of this careless action brought humanity on earth into a new dark age, where only the rich were given power and authority, and the middle and lower classes were left for dead. The people in charge realized their mistakes, and they tried to do everything in their power to undo the broken government, however, to those with money and power, this new government and world order was a paradise. And by the time that the wrongdoing was realized, it was far too late to make a lasting impact. The people left to suffer under the weight of this new government cried out for help, reaching towards the stars towards the flourishing space colonies, however, to those who escaped into space, this was earth's problem and theirs alone. It seemed that there was no hope left for the suffering people of earth.

But that changed when Arteron appeared, Arteron was the first group to rise up and fight against the Earth forces, and they were by far the most successful. Formed from middle and lower class civilians that were unable to tolerate being pushed around and made to suffer by those in authority, the rebels of Arteron fought back against the Earth forces. In their initial blitzkrieg style assault, Arteron was able to catch the Earth forces completely off guard. They successfully made off with several mobile suits and a hi-jacked space frigate before making their escape aboard their new prize. The Earth forces tried to swiftly launch a counterattack, but were unable to, because Arteron was able to hide away in the space colonies.

Secretly backed by several space colonies and enlisting an overwhelming number of refugees almost overnight, Arteron quickly became one of the most powerful groups to resist the Earth forces. And so the war began, with Arteron performing multiple hit and run style attacks on the Earth forces before retreating to the safety of the outer colonies. It didn't take long for the people of Earth counter, by seizing control of colonies one at a time in order to reduce the number of safe places for Arteron to hide. As Earth force's influence slowly extended outward, the Arteron rebels knew that they were running out of time, they had to bring a swift and decisive end to their war against Earth.

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One hundred and fifty years after unity day Seventy five years after Arteron's rise.

The quiet depths of space suddenly became alive with fire as a red energy blast rang out through the sky. A mobile suit coated in orange and red paint swiftly dodged the blast, causing the energy to trail off into infinite space. Inside the cockpit of this mobile suit, Jillian Ashfeld wiped away a bit of sweat from her forehead.
"Too close for comfort… I've been dodging way too much this fight."

Jillian was the pilot of the mobile suit known as the Reaver Gundam. Reaver was much smaller and faster than the other Gundam models, allowing it to maneuver smoothly around most opponents before they could form a counterattack. To compliment its speed and maneuverability, Reaver came equipped with the standard beam swords and a single rifle, but underneath its frame, Reaver was packing a few unique pieces of weaponry. Jillian put the commands into Reaver's control panel, causing hidden compartments in its shoulders to open up. Small sharp blades suddenly shot out of these compartments, attached to chains, these blades were called the claw lances, and were unique to the Reaver Gundam.

The claw lances rocketed swiftly towards their target, a bulky mobile suit some distance away. This suit's paint was primarily a dark blue and black, making it blend in well with the void of space. In its hands it held a lengthy rifle with a scope attached to the top, the powerful punch that the rifle let out when fired made it an incredible sniping weapon in the hands of an experienced pilot. The blue and black mobile suit that Jillian was trying to overpower was called the Sentinel Gundam, and its pilot was the most laid back man that Jillian had ever met.

As Reaver's claw lances dug deep into Sentinel's frame, a voice came over Jillian's comm, not betraying any emotion rather than the lazy attitude that the man almost always spoke in.
"Whoops, looks you got me, Jillian"

The corner of Jillian's lip curled downward, that relaxed attitude always annoyed her when they fought.
"Give me a break, Eric; I'm sure you've got something up your sleeve."

After saying this, Jillian input the command for the claw lances to withdraw back to their containers by winding back the chains connected to them. Doing this allowed Jillian to punch forward at full speed towards Sentinel while being able to keep a lock on his position, because the lances were still stuck in Sentinel's frame. Jillian drew both of her beam swords and swung them violently at Sentinel, but her enemy was one step ahead of her, as he drew a much smaller gun from his side and fired at the chains, freeing the opposing Gundam of the claw lance's grip. After this, Sentinel retreated by punching the boosters in reverse, sending him out of the way of Reaver's sword attack.

Sentinel brought its main rifle up again and took another well aimed shot at Reaver's chest, another shot that the much faster Gundam easily dodged. Keeping a blade in one hand, Jillian brought out Reaver's rifle and charged forward, firing at Sentinel several times as she advanced on him. Sentinel responded by bringing up a protective energy shield, which protected him from Reaver's barrage. The barrier fell just as Reaver got in range for another sword strike, but this time Sentinel moved to finish the fight instead of prolong it.

Sentinel was prepared for Reaver's attack, so it rose upward to dodge the slash smoothly. While still at point blank range, Sentinel placed his main rifle directly at Reaver's head. At this moment, both pilots knew exactly who was victorious. Jillian's eyes grew wide as she looked up to see the barrel of the weapon not even two inches away from her Gundam's head.
"Damn…"

Sentinel pulled the trigger, and Jillian's entire field of vision was filled with a blinding purple light. After a second everything faded away, the purple light suddenly went black, and the control panel that Jillian was using to control Reaver folded away. All of the screens and digital readouts faded back into their natural walls, and Jillian was left in a small metal capsule.
"Urgh! Damn it!!!"

She kicked open the door and stepped out of the capsule, violence was always a great way to vent frustration in Jillian's mind. As she stepped out of the capsule she entered a rather small room, which contained several other capsules like the one that Jillian was in just moments ago. She looked up at a large screen that took up an entire wall of the room to see two massive words that made her blood boil.

"Sentinel wins"

Jillian couldn't help but growl in frustration, she was never gifted with the ability to be a graceful looser.
"As if it's not obvious enough! Come on!!!"

The same slow and lazy voice that she heard during her battle suddenly rang out from behind her.
"Aw don't be like that, Jillian. It's not like it's the end of the world or anything."

Jillian turned around to make eye contact with the man that was supposed to be her comrade. Eric Langford was about five years older than Jillian, putting him at about twenty three, and although he generally took everything with a mindset of one that was far too relaxed, he was one of the most intelligent and resourceful people that Jillian ever met. Their last battle showed a shining example of that, as he used Jillian's reckless fighting style against her by using a long range weapon and point blank range. The fact that there was much of a fight at all proves that Eric wasn't out to win right from the start; he didn't even scratch the surface of what the Sentinel Gundam was capable of.

Jillian brushed a bang of her black hair out of her face as she glared at Eric.
"Whatever, I still lead in total victories. Don't get all egotistical on me, pal."

Eric responded moments later without so much as a shrug.
"It's because you caught me off guard the first few times with how reckless you are, now that I'm getting a feel for the way you fight, you honestly don't stand much of a chance."

Jillian balled her fist and growled a little again. Despite being one of the prettiest girls in the whole of the Arteron organization at the age of nineteen, Jillian was always a little rough around the edges, manners were never really important to her while she was growing up, but when she started to get angry it was a complete downhill spiral until she managed to calm herself down. Several of the people that Jillian worked with on a daily basis were quick to point out this personality flaw, saying that she would have to gain control of her temper if she ever wanted to be a talented Gundam Pilot. Even though these things were said, the speakers seldom stuck around long enough to see Jillian's reaction for fear of what she would do. Eric was the first person that ever got under Jillian's skin and actually resisted her mile long temper with his constantly relaxed attitude.

Before Jillian could snap off another frustrated comment towards Eric, a voice came over the intercom and took over the attention of both pilots.
"Okay you two, you've had your fill of simulator battles, now get to the bridge and prepare to get this mission underway."

Jillian and Eric were aboard the Arteron prototype ship Starflare. The Starflare was equipped with cutting edge weaponry developed by the R&D group that Arteron established once they were stable in the outer colonies. Everything about the Starflare was absolutely top of the line for Arteron, including the 4 specialized mobile suits that were docked in the ship's bays. These mobile suits were created using extremely rare materials found in a scarce few places in the galaxy. When combined together, these materials formed an extremely unique alloy named Gundanium by the person that created it. Gundanium was extraordinarily durable yet one of the most lightweight metals ever created. As an ode to the key component, the suits themselves were named Gundams. There were four Gundams in total, but only the Reaver and the Sentinel had pilots. When a person tries to activate a Gundam for the first time, the computer systems aboard the Starflare run a complete personality exam on the individual. The system checks background information, personal information, anything that was put on any sort of automated file concerning the would be pilot. If the individual in question does not meet the qualifications set in place to pilot the Gundam they are trying to operate, then the Gundam will not activate. After a Gundam's initial activation, it will utilize on board scanners to ensure that the pilot is the one that was allowed to begin its first start up.

Simply put; the Gundams "choose" their pilots, and once they have somebody they like, they don't let go. Luckily for Jillian, experience does not factor into the Gundam's personal check, or she wouldn't have been selected as the pilot of Reaver. Before joining Arteron, Jillian had never even seen a mobile suit before, so her lack of experience would have crippled her chances of being a pilot. The Gundams hold an incredible amount of power, enough to destroy entire armies if in the hands of the right pilot. In order to prevent a greenhorn pilot from accidentally causing devastation, the Gundam reads its pilot's skill level and adjusts its capabilities accordingly. As the pilot grows more skilled, the Gundam frees more of its power to be unleashed.

Jillian was reflecting on how incredibly advanced the Gundams were as Eric moved them smoothly through the halls of the prototype frigate. Eric had joined Arteron roughly a year before Jillian, and was the first one to actually gain control of a Gundam. His year head start made him quite a bit more skilled with his Gundam then Jillian was, so he made for a proper opponent for Jillian to try and overcome. She followed him silently through the crowded halls and narrow corridors as he led the way to the conference room, this room was by far one of the most heavily used and convenient rooms in the entire Starflare. No other room on the ship allowed for a quick briefing of the entire ship's crew, as well as emergency conferences, when the time came for the crew of the Starflare to hear about what their mission was, the conference room was the place to be.

The doors opened, and both Gundam pilots found their seats, Eric proceeded to lean back in the chair and prop his feet up on the table, as was his ritual for when he was in this room. In front of the table and standing near a large screen was a woman about two years older than Eric. She looked at the relaxed pilot with disdain as Eric spoke to her in a lighthearted manor.
"Alrighty, Terra, what's the deal? I was having fun putting the rookie in her place…"

Whoever started the stereotype that blondes were foolish had clearly never met Eric and Terra. Terra was Eric's older sister, but other than their hair and their inherent intelligence, they had absolutely nothing in common. Compared to Eric's eternally relaxed mindset, Terra was constantly serious and stressed out over what were sometimes very mundane things. When Jillian first heard they were siblings, she honestly thought they were trying to fool her, but later on she started describing it as 'when Terra was born they forgot to add the part of her that is relaxed and at ease, so when Eric was born he got a double dose'. Eric found this statement appropriately funny, but Terra responded to it by rubbing her temples and moving on to another subject.

Terra rose her voice at her younger brother as she responded to his statement.
"How about you start acting like a respectable pilot, and then I'll tell you what the deal is."

Eric replied quickly by raising his hand and waiving her off.
"I've got all day"

Jillian couldn't help but start laughing; she turned her head towards Terra.
"You can't win"

Terra's tart reply came quick, but she had a talent for shifting the subject quickly, preventing Jillian from countering.
"Neither can you… apparently, moving on, we're about to leave station and about to make a trip to test out the Starflare"

Eric spoke up, not even raising his head to make eye contact with her.
"Alright, well where are we going?"

"We're actually picking up somebody, there's a girl on Mantura that's very important to our goals."


Cecilia Stargrove had always wish she lived a normal life on the Mantura colony, one of the closest space colonies to Earth and one of the first to become seized by the ETGF (Earth Territory Guardian Force). When she was six years old her father was executed for being affiliated with Arteron. Because Cecilia never had a chance to meet her mother either, she was raised in a rundown house that was hosted by the warmest old lady that ever touched Cecilia's life. When the almost starved young Cecilia had first come under the Ms. Bell's roof, all that she had in her heart was anger. She hated the world for taking away her father, and wanted to see Earth burn. However, after living with Ms. Bell for so many years she grew into a polite and well mannered young lady. Despite her kindness, Cecilia also became desensitized to violence, that's to be expected though; she lived in the slums on an ETGF controlled colony.

When Ms. Bell passed away a few years ago, Cecilia was the only one to mourn her passing. Officers from the ETGF came and took her body away, claiming that she was given a proper service. Cecilia stopped believing the lies of these people many years ago however. She silently hid away and watched them throw the body of her savior into a giant pit and torch it. This hurt Cecilia, but it didn't scar her. It was too late for the ETGF to damage her by this point in her life. To honor Ms. Bell's memory, Cecilia continued to live in the decrepit house and spend each day fighting to keep it standing. One day it was putting fresh wood on the stairs, the next it was putting the door back on its hinges. It was hard work, but that old place was Cecilia's home, she wasn't going to see it fall, not without a fight.

With her eighteenth birthday being just around the corner, Cecilia considered the idea of saving up enough money to get off of Mantura, to go live in one of the unoccupied colonies out of the ETGF's grasp. She swiftly discounted this idea, however. Because of the ETGF's monstrously aggressive campaign getting far enough away to be safe would cost more than Cecilia would see in her lifetime. So she resigned herself to the old house, deciding that she would likely grow up to be a second Ms. Bell by doing nothing with her life except maybe rescue a single person. The thought of such a meaningless existence scared Cecilia; deep in her heart was a desire to do something with her life, to be somebody important.

Loud knocks almost strong enough to break down the door rang from the entrance to Cecilia's home, and without waiting for a response, several law enforcement agents from the ETGF stormed into her house. This was a regular occurrence as about once a month ETGF would raid houses and tear them apart as a 'shakedown' search for Arteron agents. Things went away from what Cecilia expected, however, when they pointed hand weapons at her and commanded her to stop moving.
"Is your name Cecilia Stargrove! Answer or we shall use lethal force!"
"Y-yes, that's me."

In classic ETGF style they moved in and forced her to the ground, binding her with restraints as though she was a professional bodybuilder that was fighting for his freedom. As two of them dragged her out the door, the third one was speaking on his radio.
"Yes, we've got the target; you're sure that Arteron will- understood…"

He continued his conversation, but Cecilia wasn't able to hear the rest of it as she was thrown into the back of their car. The two officers got into the seats in front of her, looking straight ahead. Cecilia rose up and spoke to them.
"Excuse me, what's happening here? What was that I heard about Arte-"

She was cut off before she could finish her sentence by a shocking jolt that came through her arms. She didn't know firsthand, but the ETGF had installed shock systems into their restraints, allowing them to give their prisoners a jolt whenever things got out of hand… or whenever the ETGF agents were bored. After a pained yelp the shock went away and one of the agents up front turned their head to her.
"Shut up, nobody said you could speak!"

They continued to ride on, and after several minutes the two agents seemed to stop caring that she was back there, as they started to talk among themselves for a little while.
"So, this girl is supposed to be important to Arteron's plans?"
"I don't know… orders from up top said to bring her in though… Orders are orders"
"Yeah, I understand tha-"

Their conversation was cut short, as something just beside the car suddenly exploded, sending it crashing off to the side. Curtsey of technological breakthroughs, the two officers in it were left unharmed as the fire didn't even break through the frame of the vehicle. Cecilia, on the other hand, had been shoed to the side and had crashed her head against the side of the car. Just as suddenly as the explosion, the car doors were ripped open and both agents were shot and killed with two clean bullets to the head. Three men in black armor quickly rushed up, carefully pulling a disoriented Cecilia from the back seats.

As Cecilia started to regain her sense a few moments later, she could hear one of them speaking over a communication line.
"Legacy's chosen has been recovered, relatively unharmed. We're heading to the Pickup zone now."

Cecilia's mind went from disorientation to confusion, why would Arteron want her? They must have mistaken her for some undercover agent that went missing, or something. There was no reason that Arteron would want to abduct an average seventeen year old girl.
"Then again, these people rescued me from the ETGF… so who's at fault here?"

In her current position, Cecilia couldn't do anything but go with the actions and pray that she survives, but she made a promise to herself that at the first available chance she would stop and get some answers. Going from a quiet life in a rotting house to a firefight in the middle of the slums in the time of an hour messed with Cecilia's mind a little. Just when she was losing faith that the confusion would ever end, she overheard the most delightful sound coming from the same man that was speaking before.
"Yes… We're going to lay low at safezone 3 for a couple hours until things settle down, alright… Out"

A couple minutes later all four of them were sitting in the basement of a random house. Since a massive majority of the slums secretly supported Arteron, it wasn't hard to find a place to hide. The one Cecilia assumed to be the leader took off his helmet, revealing himself as a middle aged man with a scruffy looking beard, it looked more like he had forgotten to shave for a couple days rather actual facial hair. He paused as he blinked a few times and set his helmet off to the side, then he focused his attention on Cecilia.
"My name is Alan; I am a ground commander of Arteron"

In Cecilia's mind, she was shouting about how obvious that statement was, but she decided to simply keep her mouth shut for a little longer, and listen to what Alan had to say. After remaining silent for a few seconds, Alan continued.
"You must be very confused right now, anybody would be. I'll do everything I can to set your mind at ease. If you have any questions, please speak up."

Cecilia's emotions overpowered her, and she blurted out the first thing that came to mind before her brain kicked in.
"Why me!? Why am I here right now? Why does Arteron want me? What do they want me for?"

Alan sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs.
"Your father was Richard Stargrove… right?"

Cecilia's eyes widened in shock, this was the first time that she had heard her dad's name in over ten years.
"Y-you knew my father?"
"Yes, he was an engineer in Arteron, one of our top brains."

Cecilia had spent her entire life denying that fact, hearing it confirmed hurt her in a place she didn't know she had. In her shock, all she could do was mutter two simple words.
"No… way…"
"Yes, he developed a new type of mobile suit, generations ahead of its time. He called this new model a 'Gundam'… Only four have ever been designed and built, as Richard was only able to complete four blueprints before he was caught and killed."

Cecilia started to compute this information, but Alan continued before she could speak.
"I know, we still haven't answered your question. One of the Gundams… On its blueprint it says that only one person in this universe is allowed to pilot it… His daughter, Cecilia."
"Only… me?"

There was a short pause, as Cecilia thought about this and Alan gave her time to speak her mind.
"But I've never even driven a regular car before, you honestly expect me to pilot a killing machine!?"

Alan sighed slightly as he stood.
"Listen, you can either come with us and sort this mess out… or you can go out there to the ETGF and have them interrogate you… choice is yours"

Cecilia took a full minute before she answered his statement, her head lowered and glaring at the floor.
"That's obvious… Fine, I'll go with you, and see with my own eyes what this is all about."


Julian Arrowind strode proudly through the hallways, wearing his new ETGF pilot's uniform. Becoming an official pilot made him one step closer to his father, a general of the same force. For as long as Julian could remember he was fascinated with mobile suits, he first started piloting basic suits around the age of eleven, and it became a niche that he fell in love with. As soon as he was old enough to enlist, he joined the ETGF in order to follow in the path of his famous father. Although younger than most every other pilot in the force at the young age of nineteen, Julian had already proved himself more talented in the cockpit of a mobile suit then anybody in his squad, and better then about seventy-five percent of the whole ETGF. He hated it when people said that he was simply using his father's authority to further his own career, so Julian made a regular habit of demonstrating his skills to those who doubted him. This gave him a reputation for being somewhat arrogant, but in all actuality, he just desired to prove that he was standing on his own two feet.

As he approached his father's office, Julian stopped at the door and messed with his brown hair a little bit to ensure it didn't look messy. After he was done, he pushed open the door and stepped into the General's office. After the initial salute, he stood just a little more relaxed then he should have.
"You wanted to see me da- I mean- General?"

General Arrowind didn't seem to mind his son's behavior, it was impossible to deny that there was a little bit of favoritism when it came to his son.
"Yes, I did Julian, there's a man here to see you… Mr. Agro?"

General Arrowind turned his head to a man in a suit that was standing behind his desk. The man had long white hair that came down to his shoulder blades, and on his chest was a small badge that Julian recognized as the symbol of the IRD2 (Independent Research & Development Division).
"What does the IRD2 want with me?"

Mr. Agro stepped in front of General Arrowind, focusing on Julian.
"Lieutenant Arrowind, Supposedly top pilot of your squadron… that's impressive, very impressive…"

Julian was always a bit forward, though he tried to remain as polite as possible while he spoke.
"You came here to do more than compliment me… right sir?"

Mr. Agro simply smirked, Julian got an odd feeling that he liked the Lieutenant's forward approach.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did."

Mr. Agro opened up a briefcase that was resting on the General's desk, flipping through several papers.
"The information you are about to hear is labeled as classified… these words do not leave this room."
"Understood."

Mr. Agro handed Julian several of the papers, revealing that they held schematics for a new model of mobile suit. The man spoke while Julian silently flipped through the papers.
"The IRD2 has been working on a new model of mobile suit, designed to enter mass production for use by the ETGF next year."

Now dropping any level of bearing he had, Julian spoke in a normal tone and didn't take his eyes off the schematics.
"That's pretty big news; I can see how that's classified. So why tell me this?"

General Arrowind cut in, speaking on Mr. Argo's behalf.
"We're assembling a small group of around fifty pilots to give these new models a test run. We want to get an idea for how it operates in the field before the main military begins making use of it. Mr. Agro here requested that I put forth names for pilots I think are qualified for the list… Your name was among those I put forward, Julian"

Julian stood up straight again as he addressed his father.
"I'm honored."
"It's because you've earned this right, Julian, you're one of the best… that's why you're on that list."

Julian simply nodded as his response; he knew that his father wouldn't put family ties over the well being of the ETGF. Instead, Mr. Agro began making slight motions towards the door.
"Well, General, I've got what I came here for. Since you're here at a good time, Lieutenant, how about I show you to our bunkers?"

Julian traced Mr. Agro's motions, handing back the papers and responding quickly.
"Lead the way."

As Mr. Agro turned and began to leave, Julian gave his father a formal farewell and followed behind him. Outside of the General's office, Mr. Agro moved swiftly and left the command building, heading out to a far station where several mobile suit bunkers were located. He spoke to Julian without looking behind him.
"So tell me, Lieutenant, do you think you're ready for this? It's a pretty important assignment."
"It's an honor to be chosen for such a massive task. I won't let you down."

Mr. Agro suddenly halted, turning around and looking at Julian with a completely serious gaze.
"Being a General's son is nice… Isn't it?"

True, Julian had lived a very comfortable life; anything he wanted was literally a finger's snap away. But he always stated that there was a key difference between him and every other spoiled little monster that was well off in the Earth colonies. He always tried his hardest to work for his luxuries, living by the values that his father instilled in him from a very young age. Julian put his heart into everything he did; trying to prove that he deserved everything that he had, much unlike all of the people Julian grew up with. Because of his pride and his effort, he couldn't hide that he was offended by Mr. Agro's statement.
"Excuse me… Sir?"

After a moment, Mr. Argo turned his back to Julian and continued walking.
"Ah, that was rather inappropriate of me to ask, forget that happened."

Julian would put it behind him, but he was starting to dislike Mr. Agro. Something about the man simply made Julian feel uncomfortable, other than the fact that he seemed to lump in Julian as a spoiled brat.

After a few more minutes of walking through the base, the two came to a massive bunker. Mr. Agro placed a hand on the doorknob, turning to Julian.
"This is our bunker, Lieutenant Arrowind… Welcome to the Ares blades"
"They named their new model after the Greek god of war? This thing better be a behemoth."

Mr. Agro turned the handle, and both men stepped through the threshold into the bunker. Inside were massive mobile suits, their primary paint was standard white, but each model seemed to have a unique secondary color, possibly used to identify individual units in a high stress situation. Julian instantly ruled out the possibility that agents were now allowed to customize their own suits, that simply doesn't happen in the military.

Just from their frame, Julian could tell that these were a massive improvement over the ETGF's current signature mobile suit, the Legionnaire. The Ares seemed like it was exactly like the Legionnaire, except superior in every factor. Julian couldn't help but get an urge to jump into the controls right then and there. He was eager to test out exactly how much better than the standard mobile suit the Ares was. He had trouble keeping in mind that it was intended for mass production, and that it was a bad idea to get his expectation about the Ares too high up.

A voice from behind Julian's back took his mind off the mobile suit, and focused it on an entirely different being.
"Julie!? You were chosen too?"

Julian turned around with an excited grin, only one person in the universe ever called him 'Julie'. Andrew Mann was just as talented a pilot as Julian, and undoubtedly Julian's best friend. Back when Julian was little, he spent a lot of time out of the house and in the lower regions. Back then all of the kids that weren't as lucky as Julian shunned him, running away whenever he got close. The only person willing to spend time with Julian was Andrew, and the two of them quickly became inseparable. Courtesy of Julian's father, the two of them even got into the same training school, making Andrew the first lowborn to ever become an ETGF pilot. Upon seeing his dearest friend, Julian crossed his arms and grinned.
"Andy! What are you doing here!"
"Oh come on Julie, I'm a member of the Ares blades, and you are too, I assume?"
"Well naturally!"
"Dang it! And here I thought I had finally stepped ahead of you for once."
"Oh come on, we both know that I'm the one who'd-"

Mr. suddenly displayed an incredible ability to vacuum all of the happiness out of the situation, but speaking in an annoyed tone and glaring at the two.
"This little reunion brings a tear to my eye, truly… Now if you don't mind, we've got a mission brief, get into the briefing room."

With that said, Mr. Agro took off to tell the other members of the Ares Blades, Julian watched him walk away with an eyebrow raised.
"… Already?"

Andy rested his elbow on Julian's shoulder, laughing.
"The Ares Blades are high speed like that… I like it"

Julian shoved away the elbow with a chuckle, and the two headed towards the briefing room.

Both Julian and Andy were in a room with about fifty other pilots, all proud members of the Ares blades. After everybody was inside, Mr. Agro stepped calmly up to a podium at the front of the room.
"Blades, we're going to Mantura. We have reason to believe that there is going to be a major Arteron offensive on that colony."


And so ends chapter one of Legacy Gundam. I'm eager to hear your feedback concerning this story. Was it too long? Was it too confusing? If you see something wrong with my writing that I can improve, please feel free to speak up. Otherwise, your compliments do good things for my confidence in writing.

Next time: Movement 2- Battle at Mantura.