Author's Notes: This is only the Prelogue, okay, the other chapters will be longer ^_^ ! Yes, this is pretty much a Mary-Sue, but it is, hopefully ,a good one! XD Pleeeeeease r&r, cuz this is my first ever fic, and I'm weally newvous *whimpers* ...
Disclaimer: As much as I wish otherwise, I don't own Gundam Wing. Life's a bitch. ... But, I do own my origianal characters (hmmm, d'ya think so?) !
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Darkness. Almost all that she could see around her was darkness. The only light in the huge storage room was coming from the full moon above, shining through a sky-light and glinting of the a glass window, and a tiny flashing red bulb on one of the security systems. There wasn't anyone her; the nearest people were in a row of dormatories down the hall, just far enough for her to hide if she failed.
Perfect.
She tapped the enter key on her tiny hand-held computer. The red security light stopped flashing. With a grin, she punched her fist into the air, and moved for the nearest suit, a giant black one, with a liquid-like grace. There were no ladders in the room to get up to the loading platform, so her jumped, cat-like, and grabbed onto the highest pole, swinging straight into the pilot's chamber, and landing on the seat after a simple summersault.
Now, all she had to do was switch it on, take the handles, and ...
Something started roaring in her ear. She almost screamed, then realised that it was only the alarm. She would just slip out and come back again later ... She kicked the hatch infront of her. It was locked frm the outside.
She was trapped.
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Duo woke with a shock as the alarm in his room started blaring.
he yelled; then he noticed the computer screen at the other side of his room was blinking red. Damn it, someone's in at my gundam!
He jumped out of his bed and pulled on yesterday's clothes as quickly as humanly possible, picked up his gun and security card and ran at break-neck spead to the hanger, where he found two of his fellow pilots waiting for him. Heero was tapping keys on the security monitor so fast his fingers were a blur, and Trowa had his gun pointing at the pilot's bay, waiting for any sign of life to appear. The alarm stopped and Duo put in his code to open his mecha's hatch, pointing his gun. Whoever was in there didn't move.
Hey, come get out of there, Duo yelled, with all the spite he could handle in his tone. Nobody touches Deathscythe and lives. Look, let me remind you that there are three of us... Two more clicks of amo being loaded echoed around him to say that Quatre and Wufei had joined them. ... Make that five, actually, and one of you. And it just happens to be that we are five of the most elite fighters that these colonies have ever seen, so unless you wanna die a slow and painfull death ...
A sigh came from the pilot deck and a black clad figure jumped out, summersaulting through the air and landing with a cat-like grace. The lights flicked on, and five gasps echoed through the dull hanger.
In front of the five boys stood one of the most beautiful creatures that any of them had ever seen. Elbow length, light brown hair with soft blonde high-lights and a water-like glow, deep green eyes, a perfect figure, accentuated by the black boot-leg trousers and matching top she was wearing which clung innocently, and pale white skin. The only un-pretty thing about her was the snarling frown which disgraced her tiny pink mouth, and the black steel gun held in her delicate hands, pointing straight at them.
She glared around her, taking in the images of the five male figures standing around her, and the gun that each had in his hand. With a disparing sigh, she raised her hands over her head, and her gun dropped to the floor with a bang.