GUNDAM WING: Vengeance

GUNDAM WING: Vengeance

By Shawn Gealow (son_of_vegeta@hotmail.com)

Note: All characters, events, etc. are copyright property of Sotsu Agency Sunrise, etc., etc., etc. Blah blah blah blah blah... ON WITH THE STORY!

Brief Intro

Hello. This story is something that has been going through my head for some time now. Of course, lots of things roll through there throughout the course of a day, but this idea stuck and kept nagging me to be typed. So, here it is. It takes place in the year After Colony 204. Heero and Relena haven't seen each other for three years (he disappeared one day after a mission in the restored Wing Zero one year ago), Duo and Hilde are happily married with a three-year-old boy and a baby girl on the way, Quatre has taken his place as head of his father's organizations and companies (but still hasn't found a wife yet, though Dorothy Catalonia has been basically stalking him, recently taking a job as vice-president of public relations for Quatre), Trowa and Catherine aren't married, but still care for each other very much (I felt that their relationship was too close to a sibling kind of thing for them to be romantically linked in any way, shape, or form), Wufei has been courting Sally Po for six months (that look they gave each other at the end of Endless Waltz looked like Wufei was kind of opening up to Sally), and Zechs and Noin haven't been seen for some time (I'll just leave it at that before I give anything away!).

Please note: I use the American version of GW and EW as the basis of my storyline, so there won't be extremely foul language, sex (not explicit or detailed, anyway. I may be young, but I'm not ignorant), and, most of all, NO YAOI! I'm sorry, but whoever thinks that any Gundam pilots are attracted to each other like that must have been sniffing something when they came up with that! Not that I'm a homophobe or anything, it's just too unreasonable. I also wrote this with the fact that the ending of Endless Waltz, where the narrator said that no mobile suits (including the Gundams) were ever seen again, just plain sucked. Talk about leaving no room for a sequel!

Anyhow, make sure to let me know (good or bad, just not horribly bad. I'm only 17, you know!) how you felt about this. Enjoy!

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A.C. 189

Colony L1

Secret Gundam Pilot Training Camp

"Now, the five of you are the most qualified pilot candidates in this colony. With no parents or family, you have nothing to hold you down in battle. You are to train on how to pilot all known mobile suits, including the Wing Gundam, as well as basic commando and sabotage techniques, for the next five years." The hunched-over cyborg in a white doctor's jacket paced in front of the five ten-year-olds in a straight line, all assuming military-stiff positions with their hands behind their backs. All of them, except for one.

"How many times do we have to go through with this, Two?" Doctor J sighed as he shoved the tip of his cane into the youth's chest. "Why must you always forget that discipline is the key to survival in this operation? If you wish to pilot my Gundam, you will have to beat all these other candidates at everything, including discipline!"

"I will pilot that Gundam, sir!" the hot-blooded youth spat out with venom in his slate-grey eyes. He looked basically like all the others--young, frizzy-haired, but there was something different about him. A leer of vengeance and pent-up anger seemed to radiate from his very existance. Also, the rest of the boys' hair seemed to be towards the lighter brown color. His was coal-black, with an angry slash of startling white through the lock over his right eye. "Do not tell me what I will not do. I shall pilot your Gundam." Doctor J sighed at that last comment. Looking at the rest of the candidates, he spread his arms out at his sides.

"The rest of you, begin training. Two, you will go to room 327 and wait for me there." The black-haired boy saluted, rather stiffly, and turned, stalking down the hall. The ever-growing hair on the back of his head bounced with each anger-filled step.

"Yes, sir!" All four of the candidates shouted as they broke their formation and headed to the simulators. One waited until all of them had gone until he went himself.

"One, come here," Doctor J ordered, his goggles reflecting the artificial light overhead. As soon as the youth had come in front of him, given a salute, and went back to the same rigid pose he had taken before, Doctor J smiled. "Still the emotionless, cold child."

Looking with a perfectly neutral facial expression, the moss-green-haired youth stared back with his near-purple eyes. "Yes, sir?"

"Try to cut the others a little slack this time? Last time you took to these simulators, none of them had a chance. Not even Two, and he's almost your equal."

With a brief nod, One turned back and marched on down the hallway to his simulator. Once all the people were gone around him, Doctor J let loose with a rather loud sigh.

"That boy is going to do incredible things for both the Earth and the colonies."

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A.C. 204

Earth

Former Sanc Kingdom capitol Newport City

Daytime

"Yes, Jen?" the twenty-five year-old teacher said as a young girl raised her hand with a beseeching look on her face.

"I don't understand. Why did the Romefeller Foundation put on such an innocent face when they were actually being so tyrannical?" The fifteen-year-old girl, while bright enough, always seemed to not get at least half a dozen concepts taught by Relena Peacecraft in her Recent History 101 class. After retiring as vice-foreign minister for the Earth Sphere Unified Nation, she had retaken the name Peacecraft and begun teaching at the school she once oversaw.

"Well, in order to make the colonies in space believe that OZ was really a peaceful organization, they needed to promote such propaganda. It was much easier and faster to use that sort of false representations to sway the colonies into siding with OZ than to take them by force."

"Oh..." With a few nods of her head, the young girl finally got it.

"Now, who knows what happened next at the Lunar Base?" Relena smiled as twelve hands, including Jen's, shot up into the air.

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Earth's Moon

OZ's former Lunar Base

Working meticulously, a man in his mid-twenties welded plate after plate to an old mobile suit. He alone had been working on this suit for the past eight years, trying to rebuild it back to its original glory. Fueled by bitterness and anger, he had known that he would be doing this someday.

Fire still burned in his eyes, brighter than before. Yes, he had known. Once he heard that nobody would be trying to rebuild this suit--again--he had sought it out. It took him the better part of six months in finding the blasted suit. It had taken since then to rebuild it. To improve it. OZ certainly left plenty of materials here for me to work with. They even left me information on the Vayeate, Mercurius, Virgos, and even the Epyon! So much information, and the data on that Zero System was quite interesting, indeed!

But now, upon the completion of these repairs, I will have my vengeance!

Swearing to himself as he accidentally put his hand over a fairly fresh weld, he used the anger and frustration to make himself work that much faster.

Yes, I will soon have my revenge. Look out, One, Heero Yuy, I shall be coming, and in a ghost from your past I shall eliminate your future!

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L2 Colony

Duo and Hilde's Home

"C'mon Duo, we're gonna be late again!" Hilde Maxwell shouted as she bustled to get their three-year-old son ready. "I don't want to be 'fashionably late' again!"

"I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" Duo replied as he searched vigorously for his collar and cross necklace. "Just one more minute! I promise!"

"Okay, but the picnic starts in fifteen minutes!"

"I'll be right down!" Turning his and his wife's bed upside-down, he grabbed the missing accessories and held them above his head. "The Great Destroyer is victorious again!" he whispered to himself as he put the two items on.

"You okay? Thought I'd have to send up a search party!" Hilde grinned as Duo quickly pecked her cheek with a kiss, and took his very pregnant wife's hand and Adrien's as he walked past them.

With a quick peck to the cheek, Duo asked, "So, how's my baby girl today?"

"Me, or the real baby?"

Taking an I-hadn't-thought-of-that look on his face, Duo blushed. "Uh, both."

"Well, the real baby seems just fine. She seems to enjoy testing the strength of my stomach's walls. Me, on the other hand, well . . ." She looked at Duo with a mischievous grin on her face. "Next time, it's your turn to carry the kid."

"Boy oh boy, sounds like fun." Duo grinned back as the family walked to their shuttle. "So, when does this shindig start again?"

"In about ten minutes. I don't think we'll make it this time."

"Is that a challenge, dear wife?" Duo let a smile overtake half his face. "Well?"

"Oh, fine. Have your boyish fun and blast this shuttle to Hell, if that's what you want."

"That's what I'm best at! No sweat!"

Smiling to herself, she made sure to strap Adrien in extra-tight as the shuttle took off into the blackness of space.

"No sweat for you, anyway. For the rest of us, it's a different story."

"Hey!"

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Newport City

"It's good to see you all again," Relena started as more of her friends came in. This time the "couple" was Quatre and Dorothy, with Quatre's ever-present Maganac corps following closely behind. Dorothy clung to Quatre's arm as though she thought that letting go would detonate the park they were picnicking in. Quatre simply looked as though he had a homeless animal just follow him home and couldn't find a way to shoo it away.

"Thanks, Miss Relena, for inviting us," Quatre replied as he returned her hug.

"Yes, thank you for inviting me as well, Miss Relena." Dorothy still addressed Relena like she did during the Eve Wars.

"It was nothing. It's my pleasure to see so many of my old friends again," Relena said as the group began to gather around the food table.

"I wonder where Duo, Hilde, and Adrien are? Duo promised not to be late this time," Quatre wondered as he looked at the crowd. Let's see. There's Trowa and Catherine. Hmmm... I wonder if Trowa's found anyone special yet? Well, anyway, there's Wufei and Sally. What the-- Oh my! Sally's pregnant! Quatre thought as he saw the two standing side-by-side at the far side of the picnic table.

"Hey everyone! Sorry I'm late!" Duo shouted as he walked over the hill to the picnic area with his family.

"Told you so," Hilde whispered smugly to her husband. Duo sent her a mock-glare, as though he were saying Not a word, please!

"That's okay, Duo," Trowa said as he shook Duo's hand. "It's been a long time."

"Too long," Quate offered to the conversation.

"Yes, too long," Wufei added. "Too long, indeed."

"Now all that's missing is Heero," Quatre said glumly, knowing that he would have to be the one to mention the missing pilot's name at the picnic. "It's just too bad, you know? I was never expecting Heero to be the first one of us to come up MIA."

"Yeah, no kiddin'." Duo patted Quatre on the back softly. "C'mon. There's tons of food and not many people here to eat it. Let's dig in!"

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Lunar Base

"At long last!" the black-haired man shouted as he powered up his rebuilt mobile suit. "After such a long time, alone even! I alone have fixed it!"

Fixed it he had. Using the leftover parts for the Virgo mobile dolls, spare parts for the Vayeate and Mercurius, and parts he had found in the abandoned and critically-damaged Epyon found at the abandoned base, and the hulk of the original suit that had plummeted to Earth's surface from space, he had done it.

"Get ready Earth! You once punished me for being me. Now I shall punish you for allowing this perfect suit, this Gundam, to be destroyed!" His insane laughter filled the cockpit as he blasted away towards the blue sphere before him on hyper-Vernier engines.

"All shall feel the wrath of the Wing Gundam Vengeance!"

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Outer Earth Atmosphere

Above Former Sanc Kingdom

At the controls of his mobile suit, a young man in his mid-twenties finally allowed himself a smile--the first one in many, many years.

After all this time, it's finally over. Finally. . .

Pushing a lever to his right, he made the suit change form from a sort of aircraft-type shape to the familiar humanoid mobile suit mode that so many had come to know.

And fear, the young man thought to himself. So many OZ soldiers learned to fear this suit. Now they will have nothing more to fear at all.

Setting coordinates for the Sanc Kingdom's Newport City, the young man actually laughed to himself.

Now, Heero Yuy, you are home.

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Newport City

Rushing out to the airfield, Relena Peacecraft paid the air techs no heed as she ran to the landing mobile suit.

He's home! He's home! He's finally home!

As the Wing Zero touched down, it did so quite majestically. Landing on its feet, the mobile suit waited until the twin Verniers shut down before it moved. Setting the twin buster rifle down very carefully, the suit, which had been reconstructed back to its original specs after another Treize-wannabe gathered up some mobile suits, kneeled on its left knee, its right arm resting on its elevated right knee.

The seals on the cockpit hatch hissed as they opened, allowing the pilot to climb out of the black room. Display panels powered down, taking the greenish glow away from the pilot's silhouette. The eyes and the green orb on the suit's chest similarly ceased their incandescent glow. Using the winch to his left, the brownish-haired man lowered himself to the pavement.

"HEERO!" Relena shouted as she nearly knocked him over with a fierce hug. "Don't you ever leave my sight again, do you understand?" she mock-scolded him. "Every time you take your toy out, you or it comes back broken in some way."

"The damage is not extensive," Heero replied in his maddeningly-emotionless tone. "The repairs I will make will not be very long."

"Wait a minute, Heero! We agreed! Once you came back, we were going to get rid of your Gundam once and for all!" Relena growled as she took on a serious expression.

Heero knew better than to try and argue with her when she had that look. "Very well. I will take care of it myself." As he passed by the other pilots, he added, "And I'm not sending it into the Sun this time."

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Earth

Eastern American Seaboard

New Buffalo

The timers ticked down. Three . . . Two . . . One . . . Fire!

The blast from the buster rifle shot out toward the town, incinerating every building it touched with its deadly caress.

Once again, the hot-blooded youth laughed wickedly as he destroyed building after building, occasionally using his suit to smash fleeing civilians as they tried to run away from his Gundam.

"Fools," he said as he let loose with another blast from his buster rifle. "They're all fools!"

Using his Vulcan machine guns mounted on the mobile suit's head, he annihilated a hundred-story skyscraper's foundation, collapsing it onto a neighboring city block.

Building after building, road by road, person by suffering person, he destroyed the once-bustling metropolis, with one thought in his head.

Where is my enemy?

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L2 Colony

Duo and Hilde's Home

Yawning loudly as he streched his arms over his head, Duo walked through the open doorway of his home. Hilde and the napping Adrien had already gone inside.

As Hilde put Adrien to bed, Duo switched on the TV.

"I tell you what, Hilde. That was one fun picnic!" Duo said as he relaxed on their fold-out futon. "I haven't had that much fun in a long time!"

"Is that so?" Hilde countered with a look of mock-pain through the doorway. "I seem to remember you having plenty of fun with me last night."

"Oops," Duo slouched down as far as he could, taking the look of a frightened animal that was cornered. That made Hilde laugh.

Plopping down on the seat next to Duo, she laid down, her head on his lap. "'Oops' is right, Shinigami."

"My god!"

"Well, I didn't think that that comment warranted such a response." Hilde responded after hearing that exclamation. "What's wrong? Duo, what--"

Then she saw. Right there, on the TV, was footage of a winged mobile suit destroying a large city. Except that it wasn't any ordinary mobile suit.

"That's Heero's old suit! The Wing Gundam! But how did it--"

The TV managed to overpower the last bit of Duo's sentence, as the newscaster screamed out in terror.

"IT'S THE MOBILE SUIT! IT'S HERE!" The man had a brief show of horrifying agony as a golden light blasted the back half of him into vapor. The front half of the dead newscaster slumped forward, steaming. The camera then panned right, to the monsterous hole in the studio wall. Through that hole, the camera showed the reconstructed Gundam as it moved toward the building.

"Oh my god, it's coming this way!" the cameraman shouted. The suit had seemed as though it was going to simply plow through the building--even though the building was up to the suit's waist level--when it suddenly stopped. The main hatch was hovering just centimeters away from the giant hole when it popped open and a man Duo's age hopped out in front of the camera.

"We interrupt your regularly boring newscast for this lovely show of my power!" the young man said with maniacal glee as he positioned the camera back to the dead newscaster's smoking corpse. Jumping back in front of the camera, he made sure it took him in.

"I am known as Two to a certain person out there, probably in the Sanc Kingdom. Do you remember me? The man who should have piloted this suit for Operation Meteor? Yes, me! I'm talking to you, Heero Yuy, as you are known. To me, you will be forever known as One. Remember that name, Heero Yuy? I would think you would." He giggled once again with maniacal glee as he shoved the dead newscaster's body off of the chair behind the desk. Plopping down with a contented sigh, he leaned forward, his hands folded in front of him.

"Listen to me, people of Earth," he said with a measurable amount of pure contempt in his voice. "There is only one person I want. That man is named Heero Yuy. Bring him to me, and no other town will suffer the same fate as New Buffalo."

"We gotta warn Heero and Relena!" Hilde said, but Duo was already up and dashing towards the phone.

"Damn! Looks like the colony-to-colony communications are down again! Kuso, this is not good!" Duo exclaimed, rushing to the family's shuttle, the TV broadcasting the insane pilot's wicked laughter the entire time.

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Colony L3

Circus

Backstage

"Now, Trowa, remember. We have to give the audience the best performance ever! This seems like a pretty small crowd this time, but last time we did this, you ended up finding some 'entertainment' of your own!" Catherine said, looking through the tent's flap.

"Sure. No problem." Trowa's usual response.

"Aargh! Why do you always do that, Trowa?" Catherine scowled as she shot a look back at Trowa.

He grunted a reply.

"Aaarrrgh! I give up!"

Then the ringleader's voice picked up. "And now, with an amazing show of uncanny knife-throwing, agility, and speed, here is Catherine and Trowa, the world's most dispassionate clown!" His arm outstreched to where the two were, he waved them in. Trowa came out first in a very quick series of backflips, cartwheels, and handstands. Catherine followed in a fast walk, taking her time. After Catherine, a man wearing a brown leather outfit and a bullwhip led a monsterous lion out to the center ring.

Not needing a cue, Trowa jumped up, spun a few times in his trademark move, and landed on one hand on the lion's back. The lion's roar drowned out much of the applause, as well as frightening a few young ladies in the front rows.

Catherine, for her part, was ready the whole time. With five knives in each hand, she separated them as though they were cards in her hand, so the whole audience could see. As the lion and its rider circled the center ring, Catherine threw each dagger, one at a time, at Trowa. Showing an incredible amount of speed, agility, and balance, he caught each blade in his hand before they could hit his face.

Applause echoed so loud that not even the lion could overpower the sound.

After the show, Catherine, Trowa, and the ringleader were sitting down at a local cafe, discussing the performances.

"I tell you what, I don't think there was a person in the house that wasn't amazed with your performance," the bearded man said, looking down at his cup of coffee.

"Thanks a lot, but it was Trowa's idea," Cathy responded, giving Trowa the credit, as usual.

"The audience size should pick up, after that," Trowa replied in his emotionless tone.

"I really hope so," the ringleader said, running a hand through his brown (and now partly gray) hair. "It seems like ever since that whole mess with Mariemaia's troops and the Eve Wars, nobody wants to go to the circus anymore." Sighing, he took a sip of his steaming black brew. Immediately after he set the cup down, he grimaced. "Boy oh boy, that's strong. You know, when I was about your age--"

He was unable to get any further than that, when the waiter walking by dropped his tray, staring across the road to the giant TV monitor on the side of a building. The shatter of the coffee cups brought everyone's heads up, staring at the hapless waiter. Trowa, for his part, was busy watching what the waiter was--footage of a mobile suit destroying a large city.

"That's Heero's old Gundam. The Wing Gundam," Trowa said, this time in full-blown disbelief.

"What? I thought they had all been destroyed!" the ringleader's voice said beside him. "Trowa, you told me--"

"I know. Somehow, somebody either got ahold of the plans for the Wing Gundam or simply built a suit to just look like it." Trowa stopped there, as though his maximum amount of words-per-day had been reached.

"Well, with all the other mobile suits destroyed, how is anyone going to stop him? By the time anybody got a suit made, it'll be too late!" Catherine's desperate voice seemingly pleaded against whatever gods may exist.

"I have to go," Trowa said simply. He got up, walking away.

"Oh, no you don't, Trowa Barton! Not again!" Catherine demanded. "What will you do, since you don't even have your Gundam anymore?"

"I'll find a way to stop him. No matter what."

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Newport City

As Heero marched down the hallways of the Newport Academy, with a scowl that he always assumed when he had to dress in anything other than his traditional green tank top and black shorts, a group of students ran up to him.

"Hi!" One girl's pure, well, bounciness startled Heero, reminding him quite a bit of Duo. "I understand that your name is Heero Yuy, right?"

"I am Heero."

"Well, my name is Jen, and I'm the chief editor of the Academy Star, our school newspaper! I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?"

"No, you may not."

That answer startled Jen. "Are you sure? You see, I have to do this report on the Eve Wars, and who better to report on than the man who was the real winner?"

"I did not 'win' the Eve Wars. Go pester Relena. She had more to do with winning than I did."

"Well, uh," Jen looked as though she were on the brink of crying. "I just wanted to, well . . ."

By that time Heero had already walked past her and into Relena's office.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, Heero, I did," Relena responded. "Please, have a seat." She pointed at a chair in front of her desk. He simply moved to the nearby bookshelf, leaned up against it, and crossed his arms.

"You want to talk to me about disposing of my Gundam." It was not a question.

"Yes, Heero, I do. I wanted you to self-destruct this one, like the others did eight years ago, but recent events cause me to hesitate."

"What events?" Heero peered up at her through his mossy hair.

"It seems that a young man, your age, has been seen in your old Gundam. He seems to have quite a grudge against you. He single-handedly destroyed the New York city of New Buffalo in that suit." Relena looked haggard when she told him the news.

"So now you need me to try and stop him." Once again, a statement, not a question.

"I hesitate because my ideals and everything I believe in says to try and negotiate with this man. My gut feeling, on the other hand . . ." She trailed off, implying the rest.

"Let me guess. He calls himself 'Two'."

"Yes, he does. How did you know that, Heero?"

"Long story. No time to tell it."

"Well, Heero, considering this is you that he's after, I'm not about to be put into the dark again. Make the time. Tell me, or I'll have your Gundam impounded." A dangerous look came over her eyes, and Heero knew that, if push came to shove, she would carry through with that threat.

Swearing to himself for agreeing to park his Gundam in the only hangar bay with a password-sealed, neo-titanium alloy door, he sat down in the chair.

"It started when I was ten years old. I was being trained with four other children my same age. Whoever did the best in the training would become the Wing Gundam's pilot. I was the only one who made it. Three of the others died mysteriously, while the other went completely insane by his own anger and sense of vengeance. That boy was code-named 'Two' and I was code-named 'One', primarily because our code-names differed with how well we were compared with the others," Heero explained as Relena became fully engulfed in his story.

"So this 'Two' that is coming for you, he was the second-best person in the group?"

"Yes, he was my primary rival. He saw the others as threats, so he rigged the simulators they used do hurt them if he did better than them in the programs. He ended up destroying every suit except mine, thereby killing the others." That comment made Relena's jaw drop, pity and a little bit of concern bubbling up in her eyes.

"Needless to say, of course, but I assume you defeated him in those simulations?"

She couldn't tell at first, but she could swear by her father's grave that she saw hints of a smug smile tug at Heero's mouth. "Every time. He grew so consumed with jealousy and anger that he literally went out of his mind."

"So you don't think that negotiations are possible?" Relena asked.

"With Two behind Wing Gundam's controls, whatever shreds of sanity that he had are now nonexistant. No, negotiations will be completely impossible. Unless . . ."

"Unless what, Heero? Unless what?"

"You said that he was gunning for me. The only two ways to stop him will be to kill him outright, or to give him what he wants. I plan on doing both."

End of Part I of the new Saga

Gundam Wing: Vengeance Shall Continue

As soon as I can find the Time to Finish it!