Chapter 1: Orders
The agent loosened his collar as he rode the lift up to the 3rd floor. Why had they sent for him? He hadn't done anything to warrant being called up to the bosses as far as he could remember. The young man carefully put a loose strand of hair back into place as the lift doors opened and he stepped out.
He took a few steps forward, and looked at the three men in front of him.
"You requested my presence?" the agent asked.
"Correct." The eldest of the three replied. Tall, with a buzzcut and stubble, Portman looked well for being at the grand age of 85, though the scars on his face told stories of many wars and battles, some greater than others.
"You have been requested here because your records show you have been putting on a stellar performance while you have been here." Clarus, the man in the middle retained some hair on his head, with grey roots showing the signs of his age. The 75 year old moved around in his seat, trying to get comfortable for what was coming.
"And because of that, we wish to assign you a special mission". Iris, the youngest of the three smiled. She was not as old as the others, having hit the age of 50 only recently, but despite that, she had the same commanding air around her that the men did, showing that she stood on equal level to the older men with her.
The agent blinked. "A special mission?" Could this mean-
"Yes, a special mission. One to test to see if you are good enough to join the ranks of the Vuutar." Clarus responded.
This was it. The chance to prove the agent could keep up with the others. At 18, he would become the youngest person to complete a mission like this.
If he could complete it.
"What is that mission?" he asked.
"A simple one, but also complex. You are to find a man who changed the future of their time who never got to see that future." Portman answered.
"And you will ensure that they get to see the future they made this time." Iris finished.
"I see. Anyone in particular?"
"That will be up to you. We will be assigning you a Trailblazer unit for this mission."
A Trailblazer unit?
"Understood. I will begin preparations." He turned to leave.
"Not so fast."
The agent stopped.
"You are aware of the consquences of messing with time?" Clarus asked
"Yes." The agent answered.
"Good. And one last thing."
"Yes?"
"Your codename for this mission will be Blaze." Portman said.
Blaze. Trailblazer. Makes sense.
"Understood. Blaze, moving out." The agent stepped into the lift and pressed the button for the 1st floor.
A Trailblazer unit. Blaze had heard about those units. Supposedly, they were the first Gundams made by the organisation he worked for, Nibella. Capable of interchanging parts out to work in different situations, the suits could work in most situations. They were mostly used for missions outside of their era nowadays. To be using one on this mission meant that he was expected to operate alone.
Which meant that this was his test.
"Designate a target, start working on prepping a unit to go. Shouldn't take long." Blaze said to himself. The lift doors open and he walked out, heading the library.
He had a potiental target, but needed to check something.
After he walked into the library, Blaze proceeded to check the shelves. As an organisation in charge of the peacekeeping of their era as well as keeping paradoxes from forming across the timelines, Nibella prided itself on the history it kept. He quickly found what he was looking for, and began flicking through the pages to look for his target.
He found them.
"You. I will save you." Blaze muttered as he looked at the picture of a young boy.
Black hair.
Cobalt blue eyes.
"Mikazuki Augus. Pilot of the Gundam Barbatos in the Post Disaster Era. I will grant you the future you deserve."
