What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you a new crossover between Gundam and Freezing. I know, I know, I shouldn't do another crossover when I have so many, but I can't help it. So much creative juices!
Allow me to explain what's happening in this crossover. We have the Pandoras (over-sexualized beauties with a tendency to eviscerate each other) and we have the Limiters (the red-blooded male meatshields with time stopping capabilities). For this, I shall bring in a new type of warrior that believe themselves superior to the Pandoras and the Limiters. They are cybernetic super soldiers known simply by their codename: Gundam.
The first Gundam introduced will be one of my own personal machines: The Origin. Other Gundams will be featured in flashbacks or even have an appearance during a mission. And like the Origin, they will be OCs.
Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OCs, Gundam or Freezing. All rights belong to their respective owners.
Now let's get this party started… BEGIN!
The Limitless Origin
Chapter 1: Thy Name Is Gundam
(? POV)
I awoke to a burning sensation on my skin. It was itchy. I wanted to scratch it, but my fingernails were nonexistent. My whole body ached as if it had been asleep for days.
My brain felt as if tons of information was being poured inside, like molten lava slowing burning its way through my skull.
I wanted to gulp, but I had no throat. I wanted to open my mouth, but felt no lips on my face.
What is this? What's happening to me? Why do I feel so… heavy?
"Ah. I see you've awoken." A voice reached my ears.
Slowly, I turned my head in the direction of the voice and found myself staring into the face of a rather lovely young woman with black hair that reached down her back with scarlet red eyes staring back into my own. She wore something that I could safely assume to be an outfit akin to a scientist or a doctor. Her purple-painted lips smiled warmly at me. I felt… happy for some reason.
"I'm glad. I've waited so long for you to awaken. Do you know who you are?"
Since I had no form of speech as of the moment, I could only shake my head in response. The mystery woman's gaze looked sad for a moment before they brightened.
"That's okay. It is perfectly normal for someone like you. Allow me to show you." The woman held up a touch pad then pressed something on it. A second later, a large body mirror appeared in front me and…
…
What the hell!?
I stared in either shock or horror at the body of a humanoid robot with white armor that had red/gold accents on each piece of the armor save for the dark grey hands and grey plating on the elbows. The head seemed more like a helmet with an elf-like or avian appearance with a pair of yellow eyes, a red chin, and a white two slit mask that seemed to cover the mouth. On the back were a pair of 'wings' that seemed more like thrusters for a propulsion system. The more defining piece of symbolism are the golden horn antenna on the forehead.
"I know you must be scared, but please understand that I had no other choice." The woman apologized.
I looked at her, silently conveying my message. What did you do to me?
"If you're wondering what I've done, I've simply given you a better body." She explained. "What you are now is the culmination of cybernetics and bioengineering. I've transformed you into the world's first ever mechanical super soldier."
I could only incline my head in confusion. What was she talking about?
"You see, our world is plagued with many evils. Some of which are the results of mankind's foolishness." The woman said. "As a result, we tend to take things for granted or desire to play God for reasons I've yet to explain."
She made it sound as if I were the former.
"Ah, I don't believe I introduced myself." The woman smiled brightly at me. "My name is Saeko Kojima, and I suppose you could say that I'm your… mother or creator, in a sense."
Saeko… Kojima…
A brief scan of her biography and a network update on her information entered my vision.
A Japanese cybernetic bio-engineer that worked for a robotics company called EDEN. Graduated college at the young age of seventeen, earned several degrees in biology, cybernetics, robotics, and paleontology, and won the Nobel Prize for Greatest Bio-Cybernetics Research. And is apparently single as well, despite her many suitors and stalkers.
"Strange…" A synthetic voice spoke.
Huh? Did I just talk? Amazing! My neural uplink seems to be feeding me more information faster than I could think.
Saeko seemed surprised as well. "Oh my! You can talk?!"
"It would appear so, Saeko Kojima." I replied stiffly.
"Incredible! Your discovery to speak shouldn't be able to function in under a week, yet you've managed to surpass my expectations in only a few minutes!" The red-eyed woman grinned proudly. "Oh, this is the greatest day of my life! My greatest creation has managed to speak his first words!"
So I'm a male, huh? Confusingly enough, I seem to be fine with that. "Doctor Kojima, why am I like this?" I asked with hardly any emotion in my voice.
"I'm sorry, but I can't divulge that information." Saeko answered, forlorned. "For now, let's just say that you had a horrible accident and I was the only one that could save you."
"I see." Came my reply. "Then I must thank you, Doctor Kojima."
The dark-haired beauty looked at me in surprise and sadness?
"My memories are hazy, yet if what you say is true then I must thank you for saving my life."
Saeko shook her head. "I'm flattered. Truly I am. However, I'm under contract with the United Nations."
"Huh?" I looked at her in confusion.
"Despite the fact that I saved your life, I had to get my budget from the UN. So in other words, you belong to them." The Japanese woman looked down upset. "They'll most likely send you off to fight in wars or deal with terrorists."
"If that is to be my fate then so be it." I replied.
"What?!" Saeko looked at me in shock.
"I have no memories. I have no problem being a soldier." Then something came to me. "Though I've yet to know my name in this body."
"Right. This model serial number is ORX-000. Codenamed: Origin." She replied.
"Origin… I like it. Very well, I shall be designated as Origin from now on." I nodded.
"Very well, Origin." Doctor Kojima smiled at me.
[Two Years Later]
My life so far had been nothing but battle after battle.
The United Nations had ordered me to slaughter any that dared oppose their peace, or at least, their subsequent foolish proclamation of peace.
Right now I was in the Middle East. My optics watching the rising smoke and the feeble small arms fire that impacted against my armor.
These foolish humans kept on crying out in Arabic, something my translator easily understood. Calling me a 'devil', an 'infidel', or an 'affront to Allah'.
Fools. The lot of them. There's no such thing as God. They just take some false deity's name in vain by resorting to terrorism and murder.
So like all terrorists, the UN sent me in to exterminate them and anyone that supports them.
An RPG was fired at me, but I utilized my shield and smacked the explosive into the path of a terrorist foxhole. Their dying screams filled me with a sense of glee.
The heavy machine gun I held in my right hand barked loudly as the .50 caliber rounds cleaved through their flesh like tissue paper. Splatters of gore and red liquid painted the dusty roads in crimson.
These mad dogs could never defeat something like me. I was a demon. A monster. A Gundam.
A pinnacle of flesh and machine that was beyond their meager mortal lives. Doctor Saeko Kojima spared no expense in gifting me and those like me with the best equipment to eliminate all opposition.
The first time I ever killed a man, I had done so with my bare servos. It had been so easy. I was on an assignment to assassinate a known Cartel boss in Cuba. It was night. All of the guards were outside. They had no idea that I had already come from the sky and silently entered the Cartel boss's bedroom. I still remembered the sight. He was in the middle of sexual intercourse with a local girl from a brothel. He never knew what hit him until my fingers wrapped around his fleshy throat then snapped it in two with but a flick of my wrist. Naturally, the girl screamed when she saw me and because of that, the guards were alarmed. So I had no choice but to kill her as well by snapping her neck the same way I did her lover. My mission parameters had been quite specific: No witnesses. That night, the locals called it 'El Diablo's Return'. When I returned for maintenance from Dr. Kojima, I was covered head to toe in the blood of humans.
And that's all I've ever done. Killed enemies of peace and returned back until I was needed once more. A never-ending cycle of bloodshed and death.
The enemy stronghold was dead ahead. The terrorist cell was said to have a bombing factory based on the intel gathered from satellites. For that, I needed to use one of my bunker buster missiles to take out the stronghold. Dropping my HMG, I reached into my shield and took out a hand-sized rocket. The front surface of my shield opened, revealing a sort of projectile launcher. Placing the rocket on the launcher, I took aim, ignoring the repeating small arms fire from the remaining terrorists.
"Target locked." A cursor flashed red in my line of sight. "Fire!" Releasing the mental trigger, I fired the bunker buster missile at the stronghold. In exactly three seconds, the hand-held explosive made contact with the structure and exploded with enough force to mimic a small atomic bomb.
With their base destroyed, the remaining terrorists emerged from their hiding places with their hands raised in surrender and their weapons dropped to the ground.
"Report, Gundam." My handler spoke through my built-in comm.
"Enemy stronghold eliminated. Remaining hostiles are surrendering. Requesting new orders." Came my reply.
"Exterminate the survivors. We're sending a message."
No surprise there. Anyone caught promoting violence against the populace that desired peace deserved nothing but death.
Recovering my machine gun, I checked the last of my ammo. Over two hundred rounds left in the clip. My optics landed on the cowering terrorists. Just like any mortal that met the coming of the Reaper, they started begging for me to spare them. The fools should've asked themselves if they deserved mercy for the countless atrocities they committed. The people they've either killed or raped, the families they've torn apart, and the chaos they've wrought.
No, there is no such thing as mercy for animals like them. To me, they were no longer human. Just a pack of weasels that deserved a painful end to their existence.
I took aim at the cowards, who tried to flee for their lives when they realized I wasn't going to spare them. Without a millisecond of hesitance, I pulled the trigger… and they burst into bits of flesh and gore like blood-filled balloons.
I made sure to do a routine check around the perimeter. Skulking for any survivors amongst the corpses and eliminated them with a simple bone-crushing stomp.
After making sure that all of the terrorists were dead, I marched out of the building I was currently in and radioed my superiors. "This is Origin. All hostiles have been terminated."
"Excellent work, Gundam. Return to base for debriefing and maintenance. We'll deliver a press conference for this so that any terror cell out there knows they cannot get in the way of peace."
"Copy, Command." I replied, taking one last look at my handiwork.
I noticed that amongst the bodies of the men were a few women and children. Probably the families of the terrorists or maybe sympathisers.
"Peace…" I spoke the word as if it were foul. "There's no such thing as peace."
That day, I looked back on it as some of the more simpler times. I never would've expected that me and my brethren would be facing off against a foe that would be beyond the understanding of humanity.
...Especially when they desired our destruction.
[Four Years Later]
It happened faster than anyone could believe. An alien entity from another dimension known as the Nova attacked Earth in the year 2012, which would become what is known as the 1st Nova Clash.
These invaders couldn't be defeated by conventional weapons due to a phenomenon called Freezing, which seemed to halt the movements of all living things that weren't Nova. This led to the development of the Pandora, female super warriors being the only viable defense to combat them. However, during the time of the 6th Nova Clash, the United Nations decided that creation of new super soldiers would be needed to combat this threat. The development would soon be designated as Project: MOBILE SUIT.
Which has led to our creation. The creation of the strongest biomechanical warriors in all of history: Gundam. However, due to how expensive it is to fashion just one Gundam, the United Nations could only create a select number each year.
During the 7th Nova Clash, just one Gundam was able to turn the tide of a losing battle and slaughtered all of the attacking Nova. I know what you're thinking, but I wasn't the one who did it.
No, it was a Gundam that would be nicknamed as the 'Azure Dragon'. Even the Pandora that were assigned to fight at the time could hardly believe that one mechanical warrior could do so much damage.
This has led to a rivalry between the Pandoras of Chevalier and the Gundams of the UN. A few Pandora even tried to instigate a fight between my brethren, but they failed… badly.
However, it was the 8th Nova Clash that would forever change the views of all mankind on the production and usage of Gundams...
I remembered it clearly.
We were facing off against what would soon be designated as a Type-S Nova, an advanced type of invader that replaced the inferior Type-F. They were massive, easily standing up to a ten-story building. They were equipped with a large arsenal of massive flexible blade-like whip-arms and a powerful Freezing technique. One of them alone could pose a problem for a regiment of Pandora or even a single Gundam.
Which is why I was part of a team of three Gundams.
We had arrived first from the air, dropping to the earth with nary a flinch.
Four of those Type-S Novas had been reported to have appeared in Alaska so they sent three of their most efficient Gundams to deal with it before the Pandora got a chance to interfere.
I was equipped with a prototype beam rifle in one hand, a hyper beam javelin mounted on my back, a shield with a built-in beam gatling gun, and a set of beam sabers hidden in my shoulders.
My teammates were the long-range specialist, Dynames and the aerial combat specialist, Zeta. Both of them were equipped with beam weaponry and beam sabers, but Dynames held a few high-impact missiles within his skirt armor while Zeta had a few tricks of his own to keep the enemy on guard.
"All units: You are free to commence extermination of the Nova. Do it before Chevalier gets here and takes the glory." The mission operator's voice echoed in my com-link.
"Affirmative." I replied then turned to look at Dynames. "Go set up for long-range fire. You see the bastards then you hit them with everything you got."
"Roger." The green-white Gundam nodded, taking his beam sniper rifle and marching off to find a perfect spot for sniping.
"Zeta, go high and hit them where it hurts. Keep them off balance." I gestured to the skies while staring into the green optics of the transformable Gundam.
"You got it." Zeta nodded, leaping into the air and placing his rifle on his back as he transformed into his famed 'Waverider Mode' and took off into the sky, attacking the Type-S Novas with rapid beam fire.
I activated the verniers on my back, accelerating towards the invaders while blasting them with my beam rifle. A few of my shots struck one on their blue and white hide, leaving burn marks.
The Nova tried to unleash their Freezing techniques, but our armor had been grafted with Anti-Freezing material, which prevented the aliens from halting a Gundam's movement.
"Dynames, link up with my HUD and prepare to fire on my signal!" I said to the sniper of my team.
"Roger, uplinking with your HUD now." I heard his reply as I took cover behind a tree as the blistering snowstorm swirled all around us. For a human sniper, this would be impossible, but Dynames was a Gundam. He had none of those human weaknesses.
My vision shimmered into a crystalline blue, signaling that the uplink was complete and Dynames was looking through my eyes right now. I poked my head from out of my cover, staring at the approaching Nova as Zeta continued to pester the invaders with aerial performance and hit-and-run tactics.
"Dynames, give me your HUD's perspective." I ordered the sniper.
From an outsider's point of view, my left optic suddenly flared blue instead of yellow. From my perspective, I was looking out from my left optic through Dynames's own.
It would seem he was off by two meters. "Adjust aim with these coordinates: Zero, Two, Eight, Niner."
Dynames adjusted his aim as his V-fin antenna lowered itself down over his eyes, allowing me to see through his 'Sniper Eye'.
"Fire in three… two… one…" I tightened my grip on my beam rifle then burst from my cover. "Fire!"
A split second later, a long pinkish energy round came from the distance and struck the head of the Nova I had shot, vaporizing it from existence as it fell to the ground in a heap.
I cut my link with Dynames. "Good shot, sniper."
"There's nothing I can't hit, Origin." The green Gundam replied with a small chuckle.
"Hey! I'm having a little trouble! These bitches are trying to whip me! Literally!" Zeta shouted in my 'ear'.
I was already on the move, attacking the second Nova in my sight with my rifle by firing a charged shot that left a smoldering hole in its shoulder. The alien turned to face me, but I had already taken to the air, holstering my beam rifle and bringing out a beam saber. The glowing blue blade shined in the darkness of the snowstorm like a beacon of hope for humanity and an omen of destruction for the Nova.
A roar escaped my nonexistent throat when I slashed my saber down, cutting deeply into the Type-S's body. A spurt of its blood landed on my white armor, mixing with the red accents on it. It released a cry of pain then tried to hit me with one of its blade-like whips. I brought up my shield to defend. The force from the Nova would've sent a Pandora flying, but a Gundam was heavier and tougher to boot. I stood my ground then lunged at the beast, thrusting my beam saber right into its emotionless face.
The corpse landed on its back as I stood victoriously over it. "Heh, these things are getting weaker and weaker every Clash." I stated. Cockiness got someone killed in battle, but at the time, us Gundams believed ourselves to be invincible.
"Uh, guys. Those other two Nova? They aren't those unknown Types." Zeta reported over the com.
"Repeat that last transmission?" I asked.
"I said, the other Novas aren't the unknown Types. They look to be Type-Rs. Yep, those are definitely Type-Rs." The transforming Gundam replied.
"Intel got their report wrong." Dynames remarked over the radio.
"It doesn't matter. Our mission is still the same. Elimination of the Nova." I interjected.
I heard Zeta sigh. "Yeah, yeah, but these guys just aren't- AGHHHH!" The Gundam suddenly cried out in agony.
"Zeta!" I tried to get a read on my comrade's lifesigns, but all I received were flat signals. "Dynames, Zeta's not on my readings. Do you have anything?"
"Nothing. I didn't even see what took him out." The sniper reported.
"Keep a sharp eye out! There has to be more than what the reports say." I informed the green-white mech.
"Roger, I'll do my- AHHH!" Dynames cried out in pain.
"Dynames!" I looked back at the position of my comrade and activated my infrared optics. In seconds, everything took on a shade of navy blue while a general heat source appeared in my view. I could make out Dynames being lifted lifelessly in the air with an obstruction in his chest. Behind him, I could see something that looked similar to the unknown Nova Type that I had previously slain. In a split second, Dynames's body was torn in half and thrown from two different sides.
If I had a heart, it would've stopped. Two of my Gundam brothers had been slain by the Nova. Slain by the invaders that we had been designed to destroy.
All I felt then… was rage.
Before I realized it, I was already charging at the murderer of Dynames. My beam rifle sang, hitting the hide of the invader as it backpedaled from the energy shots. Firing my thrusters, I holstered my rifle and pulled off my hyper beam lance, igniting the axe-like halberd weapon as I swung down with both hands, cleaving through the Nova in a brutal fashion. The two halves fell in a bloody heap.
I glanced over to the corpse of Dynames. Despite what many believe, we still possessed some organs that humans needed to function, but they were synthetic that was pumped with red 'blood'. And I was staring down at the former sniper's entrails, which had painted the once pure white snow crimson in synthetic fluids.
As customary for all Gundam units, we were given specific orders to prioritize the recover or destruction of Mobile Suit technology. Absolutely no piece was to be left over for unauthorized personnel.
I reached into my skirt armor and took out a neuron void grenade. This would ensure the complete annihilation of the armor and the corpse. I grabbed hold of the lifeless legs and dragged it over to the sniper's corpse, placing it on top then setting the timer on the grenade for ten seconds. Activating the explosive, I place it next to my fallen brother's corpse and quickly descended from the hill to search for Zeta's body while eliminating the Nova.
A small sphere of anti-matter erupted from the explosive, consuming the body of Dynames and a chunk of the cliff.
When I landed on the ground, I noticed the Nova were beginning to advance upon me. The Type-Rs and the unknown that would be designated as Type-S in the future looked eager to tear me limb from limb.
"Alright…" I spoke to myself. My servos tightened around the shaft of my lance as I got into a combat stance while glaring at the dimensional invaders. "If you fuckers want a piece of me… I'll make you work for it!" My optics flared brightly as I charged at the aliens with a roar filled with nothing but rage and hatred.
[A Few Hours Later]
My main cameras came back online. The fighting against the Nova seemed to have gone on for an eternity for me. A quick systems check informed me that my body was heavily damaged. My right arm was missing, the fingers on my left hand were broken or shattered, my 'wing' thrusters were torn off, my chassis was layered with scratches and dents, my weapons were broken into pieces, and my legs were mangled. I had trouble seeing out of my left eye. The camera must've been damaged.
I had lost track of how many Nova I killed. I think they were all the Type-Rs. I don't remember all that well. The Type-S had managed to get one last hit on me after I had driven my beam saber into its chest.
My last neuron void grenade had been used to vaporise two of the Type-Rs when I came across Zeta's body, which had been torn apart in a grisly fashion. The corpse had been consumed in the blast, completing that objective.
I shook my head and pushed my broken body back up as best as I could. I had to keep fighting. Surrender was not an option for a Gundam.
My Vulcans still seemed to be functional. At the very least, I could kill the Type-S before it could get-
"Please stay down." The voice of a female reached my audio receptors.
I turned to my right and found myself looking at a beautiful young woman with amber coloured eyes and back-length dark blue hair with the sides tied to her back. She wore a blue and white frilly uniform that had an opening at the chest that revealed a generous amount of her cleavage. She held a large, oddly shaped sword in her hands that I instantly recognized as a Volt Weapon.
This was one of the Pandora, the human female rivals of the Gundams. Just the very sight of her made my synthetic blood boil. What right did she have for telling him to stay down!
"I will never listen to the words of a Pandora." I growled, forcing myself to stand and take into account that the battlefield contained bodies of other Pandora. I didn't know whether to scoff at them disdainfully or feel sorry for them. "I am a Gundam! I will not allow the Nova to persist any longer!"
The blue-haired Pandora looked at me with her amber eyes. For some reason, I felt my synthetic heart stop beating. They were filled with a sort of solemn sadness I'd only see in those that have accepted their fate to die. Was this… was this girl doing to sacrifice herself?
"Please… enough blood has been shed from both of our forces." She said to me. "Rest now. You've done your best."
"I can't! I have to-" I tried to speak up but she cut me off.
"Why do you persist in fighting for humanity?"
"What kind of question is that?! I'm doing it because-"
"Because of orders." She cut me off. "I know all about the Gundams. In a way, you're just like us Pandora. Despite our differences, we fight against the Nova, protect humanity, and die all the same. But I question why I protect humans… when I never fully understood why I did so."
I was stunned speechless. Here was this Pandora, this girl, speaking as if she wasn't human in the first place. It was almost like I was talking to a machine. A machine that only… knew how to fight...
Just like me...
"But then I realized that the reason I fight the Nova…" The girl continued. "Is because I have someone precious to protect. My dear younger brother… I will do anything to make sure he's safe and lives the life that he desires. That's what I will do. That's why I will sacrifice myself to end this threat once and for all."
"Pandora…" I spoke neutrally. For the first time, I was amazed by this woman. This selfless human female that fought with all her being to protect one person: her brother. "What is your name?" I asked softly.
She looked at me. The wind brushing her dark blue hair as her amber eyes gazed into my yellow optics as a smile appeared on her beautiful face. "My name is Kazuha Aoi."
Aoi… she must be related to Gengo Aoi then. The man who helped lead to the creation of the Pandora, the Stigma, and the Void Weapons.
"What is your name?" Kazuha asked me.
"I am Origin. A Gundam created to serve and protect mankind." I answered.
"Origin…" She tasted the name then nodded. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Origin-san. If our paths had crossed before all of this then I'm sure we would've been friends."
I said nothing in return. My energy cells were nearly depleted. In a few moments, I would deactivate until a recovery team found my body.
"Please, if given the chance… could you deliver a message for my brother?" Kazuha asked of me.
I nodded as I fell to one knee. My optics were slowly going dark as I felt her hand on my 'face'. I had never felt anything that never mattered to me, but her palm felt so… warm. I wanted it to last for as long as possible.
I felt warm air brush against my left audio receptor. I could discern it to be Kazuha's breath. "Please tell Kazuya that I…"
Whatever she said next, I couldn't hear for the last of my energy had been depleted and I fell into my sleep mode.
[United Nations MS Facility]
When I had awoken from my slumber, it had been two days since the 8th Nova Clash. My superiors had already received all of the mission data from my memory banks. Dynames and Zeta had been listed as KIA while I was undergoing maintenance to refit my body frame with replacement parts.
An emissary from Chevalier came to me to inform me that the remaining Pandora at the sight of the battle recovered my remains and transported them back to UN Headquarters. I had asked what happened to the Pandora known as Kazuha Aoi. To my great regret, they informed me that she sacrificed herself to finish off the crippled Type-S that I had fought.
My repairs took a total of two weeks. Armor had been refashioned, paint reapplied, and servos readjusted. I laid there in my berth, waiting for the next mission. For any mission. However, the image of Kazuha's smile never left my mind.
"I see you've been through a hell of a time, Origin." A familiar voice reached my ears.
My optic cameras came online as I stared into the familiar crimson gaze of Saeko Kojima.
"Doctor." I greeted with a nod.
Saeko giggled. "We've known each other for a long time, Origin. You can call me by my first name."
"I prefer to keep things formal." Came my blunt reply.
She pouted like a child that was told they weren't getting their favorite toy. "Mou, why do you have to be such a stiff?"
"I don't understand what you mean." I said in confusion.
Saeko sighed, folding her arms under her impressive bust. "Honestly, I wish you would take into consideration of my feelings."
"I was busy." Came my weak statement.
"You're not busy enough for friends, Origin." She pointed out with a grin.
"True." I nodded in agreement. "Though I hardly believe this is a mere visit. What's your business here?"
Saeko frowned. "Well, I've got some good news and some bad news."
"Well, better get this out of the way. What's the bad news?" I inquired.
"The bad news is that with the recent deaths of Dynames and Zeta, the UN has decided to cut funding for Gundam production. And we've also been forced to transfer all available units to militaries across the planet." Saeko explained.
If I had a mouth, I would be frowning in disappointment. I knew the real reason why the UN did this. With my team's failure to eliminate the entirety of the Nova during the 8th Clash and the expensive toll that came at the price of my brothers' deaths, couple that with Chevalier's Pandora being the ones that ended the Nova and the embarrassment that came with my recovery at their hands, I was deemed a defective Gundam.
"And the good news?" I asked.
"You're being assigned to Chevalier." She smiled at me.
"That's not good news. That's even worse." I said dryly.
"Oh relax. What's the worst that can happen?" Saeko said with a cheeky grin.
For some reason, I thought she had just jinxed me. "When do I leave?"
"You leave for West Genetics in a few years. But while you're waiting, I'll be upgrading those armor packs for your specified model series." The doctor explained.
I nodded. "Very well. For now, I shall enter sleep mode until the designated time date has arrived."
"Good. You'll need all the rest you can get." My creator said to me.
"Thank you, Doctor Kojima." I nodded, activating my sleep mode as my optics went offline.
Just before I drifted into a dreamless slumber, I felt something touch my mask and words whisper into my audio receptor. "Sweet dreams… my beloved…"
A/N: That's the end of the first chapter. After reading a few fanfictions on Freezing, I decided to do a little crossover of my own with this.
If you have suggestions on how I should proceed with the story then I'm open to hear it.
Origin will receive armor upgrades. Each of them designated for a specific style of combat. You're free to bring up your own ideas for an armor upgrade.
Other Gundams are OCs. If you have a preference on what you want to see, tell me and I shall try to make it happen.
In which case, next chapter the Gundam is sent to West Genetics and meets a few of the characters there. What will his reaction be when he discovers the crazy life of Limiters and Pandoras?
Review and comment. If you hate it, love it, or don't know about it, just know that you read it.
Peace out, everyone!