I don't own Gundam Seed.
Okay, this will be something a little different. Basically a retelling of Seed, but with a twist. This is the story I will work on while I have no idea what to do with my others.
Heliopolis
Moments prior to the attack
He had failed. His mission would end in complete disaster. His chances of succeeding were minimal as the holes gushed out blood from most of his main artery's. It was amazing that he was still alive, but people who knew of his life long secret would not be surprised.
He had no way of getting home, but he neither planned nor knew of a way. This mission was a one way trip. Though he never intended to die, he had no plan's of living either.
As he made his way down to the massive vessel's central hub, he could feel the cold steel against him. A cold feeling consuming his body. A feeling that reminded him of the time he finally came to this place, and the cold his naked skin endured.
Moving slowly and quietly, he tested his patience with his dieing health. He could not get caught. Though he failed, and the rest of his friends and sister, died for what seemed to be a forgotten cause, he had to salvage what he could. Implement the only part of the plan that he could still revive.
Once in the clear he made his way to a behemoth of a mainframe. Along the top, in brass letters, it read 'Archangel Central Intelligence Hub'. It was the computer of the ship. All functions of the vessel routed to this location. All of the Intel and communications routed to this location. This is what he was looking for.
It didn't take him long. Just insert the disk, and hit run. He programmed it after all. Designed for the computer to run with out him. But, the memory engrams were damaged, probably from high electric shock from the trip. But the program ran. That was all he could hope for.
And now he was done. It was done. The little he could do was finished. Hoping it was enough was all he could do. He made his way out as the ship and surrounding colony shuddered. All that was left was to leave the vessel. He had to leave quickly. He knew what was to come.
And he did. He left the 'savior vessel', to finally die along with the place he ounce called home.
Heliopolis
After it's collapse
What do we do now? The recently appointed captain thought to herself. The Strike had just returned carrying a damaged life pod. Hopefully some of the people on it could be of use, but the real problem was Heliopolis. Or what was formally Heliopolis.
"Well, the debree from should hide us for a while. At least enough time to escape." La Flagga said next to her. Even in this extreme situation he was more cheerful then the rest. Perhaps he knew something they didn't. OR not, he didn't appear to be that smart. Her rationing was quickly put aside as she remembered he had been in many situations with just as much devastation.
"Damage report." She called out.
A chubby man, in his early twenties, who she had yet to get a name called out the overview. "Very little structure damage. Physical damage was minimal. Nothing we can't handle. Weapon's unharmed and operational."
He continued to speak, as she tried to listen. To give her credit, her main focus was on the 'colony' and not him, but it did not deny the fact that he was timid, shy, and in an awkward position. These lead to the fact he was quiet in his speaking, and easily over bared by the constant arguing and objecting coming from the load mouth Lt. Badgiruel.
"However." The man spoke. Her attention regathered.
"I am detecting irregularities in the ship."
"What kind of irregularities?" She asked, trying to sound commanding.
"It's hard to explain. But the ship is doing things it should not be doing."
"What do you mean?"
"Within the last battle a number of missiles and other weapons activated and fired off with out any authorization. However it should be noted that their targets were Zaft, and proved to be effective enough to aid in out defense."
Murrue turned to her battle command station. "Can you confirm this?"
"Checking now Captain." Came Badgiruels reply. She looked a little surprised. "I confirm four missile fired as well as a beam cannon. All without bridge, combat command, or ranking officer approval."
"Do you think someone else is down in the rear of the ship, working weapons?" Came La Flagga's question.
"No, the computer's not allowed to do that. Currently the only three people who have the authority to authorize a weapons fire are you, Lt. Badgiruel, and myself. And all three of us were on the bridge."
"So, we have a hacker, on-board."
Why would there be a hacker? It made no sense. "We have no time to deal with this. Our current occupation should be to find a way out of our predicament. Have we detected the Zaft vessel?"
The chubby man called out. "Yes, they are currently scanning the area. Looking for us no doubt."
"Head us to the moon base!" Lt. Badgiruel called out, with out receiving orders from the captain.
"Lt! What are you doing?" Murrue yelled and stood from her chair.
"It is unfortunate that the colony was destroyed. However, we can use the debree as a shield to mask our retreat."
"What makes you think we can get away? This is a fast ship, but Zaft still has faster ones. They'll ketch up with us, before we get to the moon."
"Ummmm" The young man said at his helm. It was a pathetic attempt to get the two women's attention, that failed before the single syllable was heared. But, Mu La Flagga heard it.
"Here we are worst off. Sitting put will not keep us safe either. We need t leave."
Again the man tried to get their attention.
"I know we need to leave, but you are over stepping your boundaries. I may only be a Lt. with a slightly higher rank the you, but I still out rank you and am in command with this sh..."
"HEY!" They were interrupted by Mu. "Listen to what the boy has to say."
Murrue turned her head to the chubby man, holding his hand up like he was still in grade school. "What is it Ensign?"
"Uhh, well, I in putted the commands to head to the Moon Base." Murrue cocked her eye brow. "But the ship is telling me it's an invalid command."
"What?"
"I entered it a couple more times, but it still came up with invalid command. Then it told me, approval needed."
Murrue moved down and made her way to his station. "Then I tried imputing any command. Any movement for the ship, but it still would say 'Approval Needed'. It's like it locked me out. I can't even move the ship."
Murrue herself impute commands. A simple left stride. She neither had to put in any passwords or codes. The ship stride as she told it too. "What are you talking about. It's working just fine."
The ensign was clearly confused. "But, why would it not do that for me?"
Another ensign shouted of the incoming Zaft vessel.
"Have they detected us?"
"Doubt it." Mu replied. "It's movements indicate it is still looking. Move backward away from it's view."
The ensign did as he was told, but was meet with a command refused. He shook his head and let out a half scream in anger.
"For goodness sakes!" Murrue about had enough. "Move us back Ensign, or you will be in more trouble."
Again the ensign tried, with a little bit more fear in the new captain. Now the vessel moved. Buying them a little time. It was at this moment that Mu caught on to something, however, now was not the time to test it.
"Prepare the Strike for combat. Re-instate the Red Alert!" Murrue called out. Funny, that she did not remember ever ordering to stand down the red alert. Now was not the time.
"We're heading to the moon? We're short on supplies." It was Mu. His temporary seat on the bridge only seemed to bring a small amount of anger to Murrue. Not really anger to say. More of frustration.
"I know. But do you have any other ideas?" She turned back to Badgiruel, "Why is the red-alert not on?"
A small ball rolled along the round. It was pink, and had a mechanical face. It rolled to the captain's feet, where she instantly picked it up. Suprising to her, it felt near weightless, and a little static feeling. As if it wasn't real.
The ball jumped from her hands, and screamed in a mechanical voice. "Haro, haro!"
"Excuse me." Another voice spoke. An alien voice. It was filled with sweet harmony and a kind and caring tone. "May I make a suggestion."
Everyone turned to see the owner. A striking beautiful girl stood at the rear of the bridge. She had long flowing pink hair with a silky smooth look. Her clothes were white with a large over sized collar. Her nose was small as was her cheeks just shaped right. In her hair was a golden hair pin, of two crescent moon.
She then spoke again, with a smile on her face. A kind, heart warming smile. "I do believe I know of a better destination."
Lt. Badgiruel jumped up, weapon in hand, and pointed at the unforeseen girl. The girl just maintained a smile. "Identify yourself!"
"I suggest you lower your weapon. This bridge is made out of highly reinforced and compressed steel. The ricochet from the bullet could be fatal."
"Lower your weapon Lt." Murrues' voice commanded.
She objected. "Captain?"
"I said lower your weapon. She does not appear to be hostile."
"Tell me." Mu said to th girl, "Where you the one who fired of our weapons during the battle?"
The girl smiled. "Why yes. It was me."
"How did you get past authorizing it?"
The Haro rolled away from Murrue and into the girls hands. "Under section twelve of the standards of operation, defensive measures may be used with out permission from a ranking officer in order to protect myself or put me in a situation where I can more successfully protect myself or assist the commanding officer in his or her immediate goal." She kept a straight face the entire time, not stuttering for one single syllable.
"What?" Murrue said. "I don't understand what you are saying."
"Zaft vessel has detected us! They are on an intercepting course." An ensign on the bridge yelled out.
"Get us out of here ensign!" Mu yelled back.
The ensign moved back to his position and fondled the controls. After a moment that lasted longer then it should have he shook his head. "Negative. Controls not responding."
Lt Badgiruel was the one who spoke up. "Why are the controls not responding? He said to move, so move the ship!"
"It's a really simple reason for his commands to rejected." The pink haired girl spoke out again. "The captain did not order any such action."
"What?" Again Murrue asked her that question. She was only returned with a smile.
"Since you are the highest ranking officer on the bridge, commands placed by anyone else over proticalls that are under your jurisdiction shall be ignored unless the highest ranking officer approves. In this case, the captain."
Murrue looked at her puzzeled. Then finally it hit her. "Ensign. Move us out."
This time the vessel finally made a movement. Rushing forward away from it's previous destination.
"Zaft vessel is pursuing!" The red-alert once again sounded through out the ship.
Murrue stood up. "Place us in a glacier projectory. Don't let them get a straight shot at us!"
"Unauthorized missile salvos being fired from the rear of the ship!"
Weapon's did fire from the rear of the ship. Explosive missiles fired, slamming into floating debree. The explosions scattered the newly formed rubble, creating a shield of dirt and metal behind the archangel.
"That will only hold them for a moment. I suggest heading to Artimes. They are closer and better equipped." Everyone stared at the girl, not because of her statement, but because within the last few seconds she managed to change her clothes. Now she was wearing a black combat gee. She maintained the golden hair clip, but the haro was gone. Her hair was up in a large pony tail. Her voice was less cheerful, but still caring.
"Artimes Captain." The girl repeated.
Murrue shook her head. "Yes. Head out to Artemis. Full speed."
"Captain!" Lt. Badgiruel called out. "You're too easily trusting this girl!"
The girl stepped forward, ignoring the Lt.'s words. "Three mobile suits advancing on our position. Identified as two Ginns and the X303 Aegis."
"Aegis? There already sending out our own suit." Mu contemplated out load.
Lt. Badgiruel was having enough. She already had no idea what was going on, nor did she seem to have any say in it. A situation she really disliked. "How do you know that?"
The pink haired girl continued to ignore the Lt. And took a stand next to the captain. "Strike is heading out to intercept."
"Very well. Inform the Strike of the situation. Tell him to stay close." Murrue commanded.
"Captain, if you approve, I would wish to have tactical freedom during this battle." The pink girl pleaded.
Murrue looked at the girl. "Approved, but you'll have to explain how you are doing this afterward."
Immediately after Kira entered the battle field, he was bombarded with not just the Aegis, but also two GINNs.
Dodging an attack by one GINN he quickly had to dodge an attack by the other. On top of that, the Aegis, was still attempting to fight against him.
But it did appear that the Aegis objected to the presence of the two GINNs. Athrun clearly did not want them to kill Kira.
"Kira Yamato." the feed to the Archangel was replaced with someone other then the acting CIC officer, and showed a girl with flowing pink hair. "Just focus on the Aegis. I'll take care of the GINNs."
"Wait. Who are you?"
Just as he spoke the Archangel moved up real close to him allowing it's machine gun mounts to open fire on the GINNs.
The GINNs moved to dodge the attack, but wound up in a trap set by the Archangel. Instead of avoiding the gun's they flew straight into the line of fire from the Gottfrieds, which with one blast, destroyed both GINNs.
The Aegis, which was momentarily stunned by the easy destruction of the two suits, began again to attack the Strike.
Once he avoided the attack from Athrun, he only presumed was piloting the Aegis, Kira noticed a difference in the handling of the Strike. It handled better. More like it was designed to be used by him.
"Just focus on fighting Kira. I'll handle all the adjustments to the Strike." Again the pink haired girl spoke directly to him.
Now Kira had an easy time battling Athrun, an quickly moved in, and struck an arm off of the Aegis. He then followed through with a round house kick, straight into the incoming Aegis.
The Aegis fumbled back, then retreated back to the Zaft vessel. It was too damaged to return to the fight.
"Enemy mobile suit retreating. Zaft vessel retreating, but maintaining distance. Strike is returning." The pink haired girl was back to wearing her white outfit, with the small pink haro in her hand.
"Confirmed. Zaft vessel not making any hostile advancement at this time." the ensign at the helm confirmed.
"Alright! Explain yourself now!" Lt. Badgiruel made her way to face the girl.
"Yes. I am very curious at how you are able to control the ship so well. With out using any of the controls." Murrue also stood next to Badgiruel.
"And how you change clothes so fast." Mwu was now next to them.
"What would you like for me to explain first?" The girl asked with an innocent smile.
"Who are you?" The three said at the same time.
"I am a little confused by the question. Do you mean me, or the physical manifestation you see before you."
"You. The Pink haired girl!" Natarle belted out.
"What stands before you is a physical construct designed to communicate with the crew with greater ease and familiarity."
"Wait a minute. A construct of what?"
The girl just smiled. "This ship."
Everyone on the bridge just looked at her stunned. It was Mwu who first realized what she was saying. "You mean. You're an AI?"
"Calling me an AI is an incorrect statement and I find it to be rather offensive. I do not refer to you humans as 'brains'. A more accurate statement would be that I am this vessel. This is a holographic projection, used for the purpose I recently mentioned."
"So, you mean to say, that you are the ship?" Murrue asked.
"That is correct captain. I am the Archangel."
I always felt the Archangel never got the respect it deserves. So tell me what you think, and if I should continue it. But if I do, you'll have to wait to find out why the Archangel looks like Lacus. Or more importantly what will Lacus do when she see's the Archangel. How is this new twist going to change everything.