Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing merely the sixth pilot.

Warnings: some blood and violence

Yep, I am adding to the ranks of 06 pilots.

Helpful critism is appreciated and asked for. Flames are scorned and compliments adored. This is my 2cd fic. and the 1st that really counts.

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"There is nothing here except debris." Heero's eyes frowned over the view from the carrier's window. Nothing was left but massacred Oz suits and mobile dolls.

An arm plopped over his shoulders. "Man, you're not kidding!" Duo exclaimed. "But, I wanted to have some fun kicking Oz butt." There was a defiant whine in his tone. "It almost looks like Wuffers went on a justice rampage again."

"You know it wasn't me, Maxwell. It wasn't any of us." Wufei leaned on the wall. "Perhaps the Alliance arrived here first."

"There are no Alliance suits here," Heero stated his glare intensified, giving way his puzzlement. Only the Zero system could hope to fly away from this many enemies.

Quatre spoke up, "There is still someone alive out there. I can feel them." He pressed a hand to his chest as though to strengthen his sense. "They are very weak, and in that direction," the blond said and indicated a cluster of dead suits floating absently.

"I'll go," Trowa's voice came over the intercom. He was in Hanger 2 with his gundam Heavyarms.

"Acknowledged," Heero, said.

The four of them waited while Trowa took off. After a few moments, he appeared in their line of sight. Heero maneuvered the thrusters to turn the carrier following Trowa's flight. Heavyarms quickly vanished into the dead, metal forms.

"There is a gundam here." A strain in Trowa's voice revealed his shock.

"What!" Duo yelled, "You mean Oz has built a gundam?"

"No."

"Huh?"

"There is no indication that Oz built this gundam. It appears that this is the gundam that took out the dolls." Trowa's voice had settled back into its normal calm. "I am receiving no answer on any frequency."

"Tow it in," Heero ordered.

"Roger." Trowa soon reappeared with what looked like a mere melted hulk of black gundanium.

"The pilot is still alive," Quatre said taking off for the hanger.

Dou stood straight taking his weight off Heero's shoulder. "Come buds let's check it out."

The four of them grouped outside the hanger doors until the light flashed green. The outer door was sealed and the pressure stabilized. Trowa had laid the new gundam on the floor and racked Heavyarms. The gravity had not yet reset and so they all floated through the antigrav to the odd gundam

"Are you sure that is a gundam?" Wufei demanded.

"Yes, it seems to have wings similar to Zero," Heero, said.

"It has been heavily damaged." Wufei might as well have said 'weakling, I would have done better'.

The damaged wings did not wrap entirely about the gundam. The five pilots were able to get through the gaps and reach the hatch easily. Heero moved to hack into it while the others waited in wary silence. A hiss of air alerted them to 01's success. They all had a gun trained on it before the hatch opened far enough to reveal the blood soaked form.

Tbc

Looks shorter here... Oh well it's just the 1st ch. Bear with me while I get the story straight. It's all in pieces in my head. I am also trying a slightly different pov style. Not sure how long this is going to end up being. Might turn it into an arc.

Does it suck or no????