This is just me being silly trying to pass the time after some late night gaming. I really don't know what possessed me to think this up, but like I said, I was just trying to pass the time. I'm aware I picked an odd choice for main character so Pleeeaase don't take this too seriously!!

Caution:Language ahead, and probably some gore. I may attempt to salvage some sort of continuity with the anime, but as you read on you'll realize I needed certain characters in certain places for things to happen. Oh well. Just go with it.
Since your here anyway you must be looking for a time waster, so I hope this cures some of that boredom for you, if not just for a little while. I don't venture into fan-fiction too often, so please tell me what you think, but as always be gentle.

Oh yeah: Mwu is Mwu, he did block the Dominions positron cannon, but instead of being found by the EA, he was eventually found by a friendly search party. Neo may be in this story but if so, he's an entirely different person, not Mwu.

- This takes place shortly after the Minerva has left Orb. Junius Seven has fallen and the EA has already started trying to force Orb into an alliance, Yuna is slowly taking control away from Cagalli and is pressuring her into marriage, and now the country is in the throws of a strange communications blackout. Oh no's! Here we go!

A long time ago, before the age of colonies and coordinators, when science was young and the massive war machine was simply a bad dream. There was a time of epic wars and tales of heroes who fought naught with guns and advanced technology, but with only a sword and a shield, and faith. It was the age of legends and myths, but above all, it was the time of the Gods.

They watched over the race of mortals, claiming never to get involved with their world and their lives with their petty reasons for warring. But as the gods watched over them they could not deny a sense of envy, in the eyes of the Gods the life of a Mortal was short and insignificant and thus were intrigued by the few who would try to make their name last forever in history.

Few succeeded but in the tales of those that did, if you look deep enough the name of a God was always close behind. Whether it was simple advice or pure empowerment, the involvement of the Gods was something frowned upon by the deities in question and feared on the mortal plane. It caused wars to end, and wars to start and distrust among the Gods themselves, as mortals were soon swept up in their arguments and in the end used as pawns.

One such incident involved Ares, the God of War. A mortal warrior lay dying on a battlefield, his army soon to be decimated, called out to Ares in both desperation and selfishness. Sensing a great power in a single man, Ares saved the mortal and in turn destroyed the opposing army and forever making the mortal his servant and herald.

In the end, terribly wronged and abandoned by the other Gods of Olympus, the Mortal betrayed Ares, and in an ironic twist, the very warrior Ares sought to make was the one to find a way to kill a God. Their pact broken, his power gone, Ares dissolved from existence forever. Or so it would seem.

Can a God truly die? Or do their energies become displaced and lie dormant for what, to a mortal, would seem like an eternity…

Now, as thousands upon thousands of years gone by, a single burning thread has waited, forever watching and forever planning. His eyes focused on a single soul that has seen too much grief, too much death, and has been pushed much too far.

"You said you'd come back…"

And once again Ares felt a calling that, if handled right could restore him to his former glory.

"You promised…"

But this time would be different.

"Aim… Lohengrin!"

And in this new strange time, however brief the moment; Ares saw the makings of a God in the shell of a mere mortal.

Gods Of War
Ch-01
You made her Mad

How long had it been?

How long had she been fighting for?

Why? She asks herself as smoke and the smell of burning wreckage fills her lungs. They won't change they refuse to change. Her mind now forming thoughts and questions in her head as her body tries to ignore the searing pain rushing through it.

To her it seemed like an eternity since she was thrown into her first battle, she could barely remember the first time she had fired a weapon, the first time she had killed an enemy. And now here of all places her mind races trying to find a reason for it all. Why am I here now? Why did I put myself through this? She knows why, she's just so very tired of it all.

A sadistic laugh brings her back to reality, to the orange tinted sky from amber fire, to the sounds of mobile suits clashing in the distance, to the blood dripping down her back and the fatigue and pure exhaustion each heavy leg felt as she refused to stop.

"So, this is the legendary Captain Ramius?" A young male voice from behind speaks up. "She's not much outside her warship now, is she."

"I thought she'd be taller." Another points out comically, only to be greeted with a chorus of laughter from three others with him. "I hoped she'd be taller, I like 'em tall." He comments, again he gains laughter and murmurs of agreement.

She can't see them, but she can feel it, feel the cocky grins on their faces as they slowly keep pace behind her. She knows she's finished, done for; her entire career as over-exaggerated as it may be, all comes down to this very moment. No blaze of glory… no brilliant last stand. Just simply caught off guard by four ordinary run-of-the-mill grunts.

That part she didn't mind, she knew the dangers when she signed the dotted line, she was aware that this was a war, shit happens… people die. No, what got to her was that it always lead to her being chased, from the first time she was given command at Heliopolis she and her crew were quarry for some team, for someone's revenge, for the pride of another faction. And even now these four chased her limping bloodstained sorry excuse for a person, toying with her as she stumbled or faltered on the loosened dirt and sand.

Playing, laughing, tormenting, getting a cocky high off her suffering.

Hell if that didn't piss her off.

Its what was driving her to keep walking, she knew she was about to die but she refused to give them the satisfaction of watching her just curl up and expire. She would make them work for it, drag it out as long as possible just to prove a point that she will not go down easy. Not for them anyway.

The sound of a gunshot fills the air and she falls to one knee. She holds in her cries and accepts the shattering pain in her lower leg, instead she smiles slightly, seems her will to keep walking has started to annoy them.

"Damn." She says; is all she says before another shot is heard, its echo bouncing in the air for a brief moment. Now it not only hurts to breathe, but each breath becomes harder and harder to take in as her lung fills with the same sickly warm fluid that's trickling down her back and leg, soaking the starch white fabric of her ORB uniform.

Unable to stand and barely able to breath, she cranes her head to the sky just as two jets fly overhead. One she recognizes well, its white and blue color and black nose cone all too familiar. She knows who is inside it, tugging at the controls and probably cursing his pursuer to hell. And now wishes she didn't just so it wouldn't hurt as much to watch. The other jet trails close behind, foreign and unknown to her, obviously unfriendly. She doesn't hear the sound of its cannon as it fires off round after round every bullet hits its mark causing the familiar jets rear engines to burst into flames. Ramius watches as the craft slowly descends then crashes out of sight down by the coastline.

Sorry Mwu. She whispers silently, her voice refusing to work.

"Hope that wasn't anyone close to you?" One of her followers mockingly whispers into her ear. She takes in a few sharp breaths as she feels a rage boil deep within, unable to act upon it though she simply clenches her jaw and tries not to choke on the lifeblood welling in her throat.

She tries to block them out as they begin to step ahead of her, she can hear the boots of her assailants trampling the war-torn dirt as they turn and face her. "Hey." One of them prods her with the muzzle of his rifle. "Hey! I'm talking to you." He prods again harder, a flash of annoyance crosses his visage when she does not fall over nor respond.

She doesn't dare look at him, knowing that's what he wants, instead she turns her head to the visible sea, hoping perhaps to see the image of a setting sun, anything better then her current surroundings. Instead she is greeted with the sight of the Archangel, her ship, her warship, and her responsibility listing on its side in the shallows. Smoking embers and sparks twisting upward and sailing into the darkened sky as its engines burn. The sight of it nearly bring tears to her eyes, not because that ship was pretty much her home for months on end and never failed her in battle, but because of the people on board that she failed to protect. They were probably still alive, but the ship was a target nonetheless for anything that got too close and through the few cannons that were still operational.

A silver streak above the vessel catches her eye; the Freedom Gundam and its pilot Kira Yamato continue to circle the crippled ship valiantly. Ramius knows he will not leave it, he swore time and time again to protect it and those on board, and Ramius in turn promised the same, but also swore to that young man to protect him as well.

Some protector I turned out to be. She thought to herself. I've failed as a soldier, I've failed as a captain, as a friend, and I've failed Orb. Kira, Cagalli… Mwu… everyone… no….

"No…" She manages to say barely a voice to be had.

"What was that? You trying to say something?" The soldier's tone is that of a bully, and again he prods her with his rifle only to raise a brow when she suddenly grabs the rifle-end with a surprising amount of strength, considering her current condition.

"I wasn't strong enough." She whispers more to herself then to anyone, the man cocks his head to the side not hearing the words. "I wasn't strong enough, and I failed them… failed everyone…" She finally looks up at him, having had enough of this game and slowly guides the end of the rifle to her own chest. "I'm sorry…" Her voice is raspy. "If only…"

The crack of the rifle butt upside her skull sends out a sickening sound. She does not remember the hit, or falling, just opening her eyes to a blurring pain surrounded by dust and dirt. She doesn't want to get up, she just wants to lay here forever and sleep, but her body ignores her own mind and she finds herself on all fours, the change in posture sending blood pouring from her mouth and nose. It's a horrid sensation and for once she curses the strength military training has granted her own body, for it seems it just didn't want to give up.

She manages to sit up on her knees and once again faces her assailant. Only able to see through one eye, she notices his disgusted look, not surprising, her face is a mess. Blood gushed from her nose and dripped from her chin, add in the gash on the side of her head that was now bleeding profusely.

The soldier snorts, quickly getting bored of this little charade. A tap on his shoulder from one of his fellow soldiers behind gets his attention, nodding they decide its time finish her off for good. Finally taking his rifle in both hands he raises it and aims.

"Well, Captain Murrue Ramius of ORB…" He addresses her, ginning madly while the others snicker behind him.

It can't end like this

"Scourge of Zaft…"

Someone help... help them…

"Traitor of the Earth Forces…"

Something… anything…

"Annoyance to god knows whom else."

Anyone…

"It does me great honor to be the one to do this. So I'll make this short." He doesn't have to, but he looks down the sight of the gun anyway as he aims, right between the eyes. A slight smirk crosses his face. "Goodbye."

Help…

He squeezes the trigger, and just as the expected shot should of fired and rung out through the air, completely out of the blue a freak bolt of crimson lightning strikes down. Knocking the four soldiers off their feet, temporarily blinding and deafening them as well. The leader and gunman was knocked flat on his back, his shot flying wildly into the air, he doesn't move for few seconds, stunned from the sudden noise and the blinding flash.

"Christ!" He swears as he sits up, waiting for the ringing in his ears to stop. "What the hell was that?" He questions looking up to the smoke filled yet cloudless sky, that was lightning, wasn't it? Then as the good soldier he is, he turns around and makes sure his men are all right only to see them sitting up as well, rubbing their heads clearly still stunned. Suddenly he remembers what he was doing before whatever the hell that was had happened, reaching for his gun he jumps to his feet and turns back to where the woman was kneeling. His eyes go wide… she's not kneeling anymore. "What… the…"

Instead of the broken bleeding woman waiting do die; he is greeted with the sight of her standing staring up at the sky. Vapor rising gently from her perfectly white unstained uniform not a drop of blood to be seen. She notices him staring and lowers her face to look at him, burning golden-brown eyes with an uncanny focus look over the group of soldiers before locking with the leaders own.

"How is she standing?" He thinks to himself as he looks her over and takes notice that her wounds have mysteriously disappeared. Along with that, he notices something strange about her posture and the way she stands, she looks bigger somehow, taller. He misses something important though, the faint outline of silver wrapped around her forearms, nor does he see the shadow that hung from them. "No matter. Its just one woman." And with that he begins to raise his rifle once more to finish what he had started.

Ramius sees the movement, predicts it, and before the gun of her would be assassin is raised, she charges and in a flash she is upon him. The man gasps as their bodies press against one another, he saw it, saw her movement and how impossibly fast it was for natural or coordinator alike, let alone someone who had just been shot several times.

Cheek to cheek they stand, from an outsider view it would seem they were in a lovers embrace if it were not for the blood that suddenly began to gush from his mouth, or the massive runed blade that jutted from his back. She feels him beginning to go limp as he loses the strength to hold his own weapon. Now it's her turn to mock, her turn to smile. She brings her lips close to his ear and with a tone more venomous then any snake whispers. "Goodbye."

He shrieks in pain as she literally lifts him off his feet with one arm, plunging the blade deeper into him. Then finally allows him to slide from her weapon as he dies, dropping to the ground with a sickening thud. The other soldiers, not quite sure what has just transpired stand awestruck, mere moments ago this woman was on her knees, breathing her last breath, but now standing before them as calm as if she was never shot at all. One of them gets a good look at her and sees that thick silver chains seem to now be wrapped around her wrists and most of her lower arm. He cannot see were the chains begin or end, only that they each lead to a deadly looking weapon in each hand.

Too short to be called a sword, too wide to be called a dagger, the blades curved in waves. The edges serrated and sharp outlined in glowing red runes that ran up the middle. The whole thing was surreal, they looked to the young soldier like something out of a videogame or a comic book.

"Commander!" Another one yells and the three remaining soldiers watch in horror as the lifeless corpse of their commanding officer lay dead on the ground. In a fit of rage the one who yells takes up arms and fires off three shots, Ramius was standing only a few meters away, his chance of missing was pretty much zero.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

He didn't miss, but he didn't hit her either. She lowers her blades from her defensive stance and looks at her shooter, a small grin cracking the corner of her mouth.

"That's… impossible…" The soldier states, she didn't just deflect rifle fire… did she? Suddenly, with a gurgled sigh his comrade next to him drops to the ground like a stone, a pool of blood collecting underneath him. "Holy shit…" He swears, she did deflect them, and his friend here was unlucky enough to be in the bullets redirected path.

He takes his attention off of her and stares at his friend for a second too long. There is an odd sensation and a cold feeling running down his arm, when he finally raises his arm to look he sees not only the blade, but also the chain wrapped around it leading back to her hands. He wasn't thinking straight, but knew he was in trouble; the rest was a blur as she yanked the chain back with such a force, that it sends the soldier flying towards her. Just as it looks as though the two will impact, Ramius spins on her heals and brings up her other arm, and in one fluid motion crosses her other blade in the path of the flying man.

When he lands the chain seemingly unravels by its own accord and quickly slithers back to her, coiling itself around her arm once again and delivering the blade back to her hand. She then lets both weapons drop from her palms and as they fall the blade end vanishes, leaving the hilts to dangle harmlessly from her wrists. Stepping over the body, she avoids the rolling path of the man's head and sets her eyes on the last of her assailants.

The last remaining soldier was either incredibly scared, or incredibly smart, as he drops his weapon one time and takes off running like a jackrabbit. She watches his form shrink into the distance as he runs and for a moment ponders just letting him go.

Why should I? The question suddenly appears in her mind almost as if someone else placed it there. He and his little friends were going to kill me; they chased me, shot me, laughed as I bled. Ramius let her thoughts sink in for a moment then a realization hit her. If I let him go, who's to say he won't do it to someone else? Who's to say he wouldn't do this to Kira, to Lacus… to Mwu.

A low growl emanates from deep inside her throat as she makes her decision.

He was a good ways off now, his silhouette barely visible as he continues to run, never looking back. It didn't matter though, as she began her own chase she quickly closes the distance, each powerful stride propelling her faster then any athlete could ever dream. Its not long until she's caught up, a sick satisfaction building inside her, finally she is the one doing the chasing, for a change someone else is running for their life.

He's breathing heavily, the sweat dripping from his brow stings his eyes but he concentrates solely on running. The soldier can hear the sound of steady footsteps following behind and no matter how hard he pushes himself; he can't seem to outrun the pounding of the ground behind him. Not being able to bare it any longer he steals a glance back, and sees her keeping pace. He does not understand at all, here he is running as fast and as hard as he can go and she looks as if she is out for a morning jog.

His foot catches a loose stone causing him to lose his footing and trip over his own feet. He tumbles ungracefully to the ground and slides to an uncomfortable halt. Too tired to get back up and continue his dash for life, he lays there in the dirt whimpering, the images of his dead commander and fellow soldiers flicker in his subconscious. Suddenly he feels a tugging at the back of his collar as she takes hold of his uniform, partially lifting him off the ground he is dragged along for a few yards. He sees where she's taking him and in desperation tries to cling on to something, anything that would stop them. His fingers dig into the ground as he pleads and cries but she ignores him.

Ramius drops him, his face mere inches from the edge of a manmade cliff. Flat on his belly the soldier peers over the edge, all he sees is flat cut-rock and the black paved road of a highway far far down below. She nudges his side with her foot signaling for him to turn over, he obeys and the moment he is on his back she grips the front of his collar this time and hauls him off the ground. She holds him in front of her for a few seconds and looks him right in the eyes.

"Who are you? Who are you with?" She demands; her voice clear and commanding like the captain she is.

He does not answer, he can't, with his feet not touching the ground and a fatal drop behind him he is too scared to form words. His silence only irritates her. "Answer me… now…" She says as she begins to extend her arm causing the man to slowly lean over the edge dangerously.

"Ah! We… We're…" He tries to form a coherent sentence as the ground below him disappears. We're… The enemies… of... enemies of!" The words stick in his throat.

"Enemies of what!" She shouts, pushing him farther over the edge.

"Orb! We are the Enemies of Orb!" He manages to shout out, and then amazingly continues to say even more. "We are they who don't believe in the ideals of Orb, we will see you fall!" It sounds rehearsed, clearly its their message, as lame as it is, their motto of some sort.

Terrorists.

Ramius thinks to herself. This whole mess was nothing but an organized large-scale terrorist attack, probably orchestrated by a group of men who were either wronged or are just plain jealous of the current government. It had nothing to do with the current conflict with Blue Cosmos or the plants, and clearly even if they failed or succeeded would do nothing to push to resolve the warring factions.

They're nothing but a waste of time.

She hears her voice in her mind again, leading her through her actions.

Your friends your Archangel and even your Mwu. They could all be dead now because of them, and yet you still hold him? Question him? He made them suffer return the sentiment! Make him suffer!

She sneers and allows her grip to loosen just a little.

Even now he squanders precious time. Be done with him; go save the ones worth it!

"Who… what are you!" Her captive asks wide-eyed and shaking violently.

Drop him! Drop him!

Baring her teeth she growls again before answering.

''To you? A very bad dream..."

She lets go.

The soldier scrambles as he begins to fall, he tries to grab hold of her arm but is unable to secure a grip. Unprepared for the sudden drop, his fingers pass over the chains wrapped around her arm, claw desperately to the cliffs edge, then again claw desperately at air.

She doesn't watch him fall, and instead listens for the ugly sounding impact then turns and begins to walk away. There's more important things to do, such as reaching her Warship and if there's still a chance of it rejoining combat, taking command and helping Kira and Orbs forces to blast these assholes out of their home.

A plume of smoke on the horizon grabs her attention, and quickly she remembers the downed Skygrasper from earlier.

"Mwu!" She takes off running at full stride in the direction of the smoke.

That man better still be alive, or else she will hunt down everyone one of these terrorists and laugh as they scream for mercy. She will not give it; she's done with mercy, if the world refuses to learn from their mistakes she will just have to force them.

Ω Ω Ω Ω

Dun dun dunnnn!
Magic lightning for the win! Don't worry, theres an entire chapter explaining what the heck just happened. So yeah, this is influenced by the God of War series
for the PS2. If your into incredibly awesome action games with amazing storylines PLAY IT! The Gundams and their pilots will play a big role in this story as well (especially emoShinn), so don't think I'll only focus on one thing, I just have to get there first. But since this fic is a god of war crossover(sorta) it will eventually have legions of monsters, a minotaur, and general freaky stuff is going to happen. fun fun!