Disclaimer: I got some of this idea from several Mobile Suit shows, I don't own them (gee...bet you couldn't guess that), so don't sue. I make little money, and I find that I'm quite sure that you will find this little story hardly worth your time. Oh yeah, any relation to real events, actual people are probably coincidental, I didn't mean to embarrass you or anything, likewise any violence or language throughout the series is not meant to offend anyone, don't take it personally. You're not that important to me anyway.

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Author's Notes: Well here is my little intro to my story. I still am not quite sure where I am going with this, but I think I finally found a fair storyline for my Gundam fic. I will tell you that you will not recognize most of it from any Gundam you've seen before, while I got the idea for the battles (the fun part) from Gundam, I wanted to be a little more original in storyline. I find it hard to go with anything someone else has thought up. As always, R&R and please be nice and constructive.
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Commander Nicholas Varnum stared out the window into the black and white sea of space. He stood there wearing the black and dark red that identified him as a soldier of the Coalition. He thought with satisfaction about the overall course of the war that had engulfed the Sol System for the past two years.
Well not really two years, the war was being fought coldly for seven years. The declarations had just came though only two years ago. The war he was, everyone, was part of had taken all the colonies by storm, and left the Sol system divided between the several fractions vying for control. His side had finally begun to win.
The Coalition was mainly created out of colonies that orbited the area of Jupiter. He himself was from Jupiter-4, the forth colony of Jupiter. For years the colonies had been kept from each other by the League, well the League was disbanded eleven years ago, and now nothing could stop the war that held up on the horizon.
Besides the Coalition of Callisto, there were two, no three other sides. No-one really cared much about the Earth Federation. They hardly posed a threat to anyone. That was one of the reasons that Earth was the sight of so many battles. In fact a broad band of wreckage now surrounded Earth from a war fought forty some years ago know as the third Sol war. Earth had now been downgraded to the place that only the poor, downtrodden, or incredibly foolish lived. As humankind moved farther and farther out to space, and colonies became the place to live, a sense of elitism began to form among the colonist, no matter how bad off you might be, or how stupid, you were always above the denizens of Terra.
The Federation was formed by the people of Earth to help protect the rights of its citizens, and to help hold down the number of incursions from the colonies. It was more formed out of need for a defense for its citizens, than out of any kind of power of the system. It was fairly poor, and its soldiers were so under equipped that it was thought they were nothing but a nuisance, a fly on the backside of a horse.
The first and closest rival of the Coalition was the Lunar Alliance, a power that was made up of several of the inter-system colonies. It was headquartered on the Moon on the lunar-based colony of Mare Crisium. This was the place that the league was centered at, at least eleven years ago. These people thought that the system should be put under one rule, and since the League of Colonies was there once, that should be the capital of the Sol system. This and several other long standing issues was the reason that the fourth Sol war was now being waged across the system.
The other power of the system was the Neptunian Confederation. This was a group of staunch isolationists that wanted nothing more than to be left alone. However the press for unity had forced this ideal into the realm of impossible. Both the Coalition, and the Alliance thought that the outermost colonies were a crucial part of the system, and the eventual leap out of system. They also had some very nice gas dylithium gas mines on Neptune, crucial part of ship drives.
The Coalition was built on several ideals, first that the outer colonies shouldn't be slaves to the inner. The second that since Jupiter was roughly mid-system, at least in order of the planets, that is where the system should be controlled from. And third that the inner system colonies had been using the outer/mid colonies (it depends on who you ask, to the Confederation they are the only outer colonies) for years as a place to do all its work from. They had the impression that the League, from Luna was long just using them to produce the goods Luna needed. The fact that goods passing into Luna had no tariff and those leaving Luna did, was the main force behind this method of thought. These kinds of ideas were long in planting and few had any real idea what started the original bad blood between the inner and outer colonies. The true fact was that at some point along the line of mankind's push into deeper space, a falling out had occurred. It happened for many reasons, the biggest was a general misunderstanding of general lifestyles. This came from living is so different parts of the system. Each part had its own way of doing things, and at some point a conflict had occurred, this lead to the first of the Sol wars, the wars that had taken place over the last hundred and fifty to two hundred years in the system.
Perhaps another power could be counted into the current war. The mining corporations, on both sides. For years the best source of metallic resources had been the asteroid belt, the present was no different. The corporations looked to monopolize the belt with all its resources. Both the Coalition and the Alliance saw this as a way to gain the resources to finally destroy the other.
During the time that diplomatic relations still existed between the two fractions, the idea was to come up with a boundary so that if one side couldn't control everything, at least they had an idea where they could go up to. Well as luck would have it, the belt lied right in the middle, and of course neither side was willing to give it up. As talk began of cutting it in half, the corporations came in and encouraged both sides' leaders to try for the entire belt, this never worked and that had been the breaking point of negotiations for years.
A charred Alliance GMS-x41 Mobile Suit floated by the screen. It's originally deep blue and green exterior had been blackened and now had a hole through the cockpit. Its type 4-dk3 beam rifle was still awkwardly hanging from its side. Varnum watched it go by with some satisfaction. They had now just destroyed the Alliance base on Deimos and with that in hand the belt was now in almost secure hands. The Lunars wouldn't risk an attack on the belt that would leave them open to attack from Deimos. Soon in several years the Coalition would be too powerful for the Alliance to handle, and the wars would be at an end.
A Coalition Zephyr class assault cruiser, the C.S.S. Gremlin, came into view, as did the planet of Mars. Commander Varnum smiled, yes soon the system would belong to the Coalition.