My First AW fic... R&R please!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for any made up characters, obviously.
Chapter One: The Last Introduction
The death of his son…who would've thought it? And everybody trusted him… Hawke had killed his son…
It is one year after the death of Sturm. The Allied Nations Campaign has already ended. But far away, a man—for want of a better word—had only just found out his son was dead. Inside his fortress, he paces back and forth. He contemplates revenge on Wars World, but downs his anger beneath his anguish. He did not yet know the one who killed his son.
"That's not cool, dude...NEXT!" Jake had had enough. He was interviewing hopeful future CO's to recruit for Orange Star's forces, but thing weren't exactly going well. Having endured 14 arguments already, he lost it: "Look, you ain't got what we're looking for and you're not the kind of person people are gonna take orders from! Now get out of here before I call the commander-in-chief!"
A simple bluff, yet it worked wonders; the guy packed his bags and swore something that sounded like revenge. Jake picked up the list of trainees. "Whew…fifteen down, four more to go…" He was desperate to see the end of this.
He would have worse to worry about: the next person to walk through the door was a tall slim man who looked like a true warrior. He had grey hair that stood up in spikes and a pale face. He wore a black robe that had a gold dragon printed on the front and held a polearm in his hand.
A little bewildered by his odd appearance, Jake spoke, "Uh…you sure you're in the right place? 'Cause Yellow Comet is that way…"
"No, no…I come to offer my services to Orange Star." He had a deep voice and a small hint of a swagger. "I have Intel that might interest you as well. You see…" He sat down on the chair across from Jake, "After you defeated Von Bolt a few months ago, Black Hole supposedly fell into ruin, am I correct so far?"
"Well, yeah, but what has this-"
"Patience."
"Wait, wait, wait—at least tell me your name!"
"Nakamani." What an odd name, Jake thought, but before he could say anything, Nakamani had continued speaking: "I am inclined to believe that you are mistaken. We received reports of a Black Hole outpost that is still alive and running."
"What?" Completely thrown by this news, Jake was now paying full attention to Nakamani. "Wh-where is it?"
"In outer space."
"Oh…thank god…" Jake eased a bit; he was afraid of another war. Surely an outpost in space couldn't do any harm. His bubble of relief deflated just as quickly as it came with Nakamani's next words.
"But we have reason to believe that it should not be taken lightly. As I said, it is alive and well and has been running for quite a while, which means we can expect a full-scale assault on Wars World any second now. I would advise that you gather up your forces again, for it seems there will be another war."
Jake sat there, immobilized by shock at the news of an undiscovered activeoutpost…an impending invasion…an inevitable war… "Nakamani, how can you help us?"
"Let me join you for now. My-ah, skills must remain shadowed for now. I cannot say anything else yet."
He was wearing an impassive face; it was hard to tell what he was thinking. "Okay," Jake replied, "you're in."
"As long as it is okay with you, may I bring my colleague with me? He—IT wishes to accompany me, if you'll let him—it, of course." He gestured to the door- "Come in."
Jake sat there, wondering who it was and why Nakamani referred to the person as "it." The person that stepped inside was…the closest thing to a person it could get. It appeared to be made of several different people and was at least twice Jake's height.
"May I introduce EXB-one? He has some rather unusual qualities, which I hope, in due time, he may show you."
Jake stared at the monstrosity for a second and it was only with a great deal of resistance that he did not yell and run. With a tinge of regret, "A-alright…he can come too… (Boy…if this doesn't work out, I'm resigning)"
Far away, the man discovers his son's killer. Hawke indeed…he would pay. He and everyone else on that accursed planet would pay.
"Sturm…this is for you…my son."
He turned to the star map and located his destination on the mother computer. He orders all units to be dispatched. Wars World would pay. In the name of justice, Wars World would pay.
"For I am the XIGA…the revenge shall be painful…this is the XIGA's word…"
And so the fourth war had begun.
End chapter one. Well,I tried to get the story straight in my head for months now and its finally coming out here...
R&R please