One thing, though. Please don't yell at me for making the pilots OOC. This happens 8 years after Mariemaya, so that's enough time to change and grow . . . And I suck at spelling. Forgive me if I spell anything wrong, like Maganac . . .
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Disclaimer: No, folks, I don't own Gundam Wing, anything from it, yada yada. Even though I wish I owned my Shinigami, but I guess you can't have everything. I do own characters not in the anime, though. The Williamson family, Alex, Kyra, Doc C, Markus, Mina, Corinna, and others that I haven't thought up at this time. This will be my one and only Disclaimer. You have been warned . . .
Now that that's over with . . . Chapter 1 of Revolution Returns.
Prologue
It was raining on L2. A few cars were driving down the main highway, but most chose to stay inside, sheltered from the downpour of rain.
A red sportscar turned off the turned off the highway onto a small exit that led through a dense forest. The driver, a tall man with chocolate brown hair and green eyes, turned to his two children in the backseat, who were mildly bickering. The older, a boy of eighteen, strongly resembled his father, but had the deep blue eyes of his mother. The younger, a girl of eight, didn't resemble her father at all. She had her mother's long, blonde curls, but her eyes were different from both of her parents'. She had blue-gray eyes that changed from blue to gray, depending on her mood.
None of them noticed the unmarked black car that followed them off the highway.
The driver slowed his car to be able to maneuver easily in the wet conditions.
The next few moments seemed to slow down time for the young girl. She glanced behind her to see an unmarked black car come up come up them from behind without slowing.
"Papa! Look!" She pointed out the back window. The man at the wheel swerved to the right to try and get away form the vehicle that seemed intent on hitting them. Her older brother pulled her down on the seat, protecting her body with his from the inevitability that he knew was coming. The front of the black car hit the corner of their red one as the driver was trying to get them safely away. The car was propelled uncontrollably into the trunk of a large oak. Glass flew everywhere, and the girl felt little stinging sensations in her legs.
"Mama?" Her mother didn't answer. "Papa?" She didn't hear his deep voice reassuring her. By now, her brother's limp weight was pushing her face into the leather of the seat at an uncomfortable angle, and she was having trouble breathing. "Markus?" No reply came from the young man whose weight was slowly smothering her. "Someone . . . please . . . help . . ."
She was becoming dizzy. The last thing she heard before succumbing to the darkness surrounding her was the slamming of a car door, and a male voice speaking.
"He got them. Good. The boss'll be pleased. Now we'd better see if that brat is still alive."
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Hours later, the girl woke up in a dark, damp room. It had only one small window, too far up for her to try and climb to freedom, or to see out of, and a small, hard bed. She brushed some of her hair out of her eyes, and looked at her surroundings. "Where am I?" Her mind drew a blank. "What am I doing here?" She couldn't concentrate on anything. And her mind seemed to be empty. She couldn't remember how she came to be here. Or anything else, for that matter. "Who am I?"
Revolution Returns
Chapter 1
"Rashid, how many men can you spare for this?"
"As many as you need, Master Quatre," the loyal Maganac answered.
There was trouble brewing on L4. It had been almost eight years since the last threat to the peace, when Mariemaya Kushrenada had tried to take over the world by forced, puppet to Dekim Barton. In that time, another colony had been finished, and the Earth and Space Alliance Government had been formed. The new government consisted of the governor and two representatives of each of the six space colonies, and seven representatives from Earth, one from each of the six inhabited continents, and one from the Sanq Kingdom. Most of the Gundam pilots from the war had been given influential positions: Heero Yuy had been nominated as the first governor of the new L6 colony; Duo Maxwell was a representative of L2; Quatre Raberba Winner was the natural choice for governor of L4; Chang Wufei had returned to L5 and had become the governor's personal advisor for military matter, and a representative of the colony, as well; Releena Peacecraft had also managed to get the position of representative of the Sanq Kingdom.
But after almost eight years of peace under the new government, rebel groups had started to form and show themselves, especially on L4 and L6.
Quatre's extensive intelligence network had turned up information about the next strike. The rebels intended to cross the desert to the now deserted shuttle launch base, and take it over. Quatre believed it was so that they could attack the government's ships more easily than the mobile suit strikes they had had to use before. It was his intention to show the rebels they couldn't win, before things got too serious. They had a fair number of Virgo model suits, as well as Leos and Space Leos.
"What would you say if I said you and fourteen of your best?"
"Master Quatre!" Rashid exclaimed, startled. "That's nowhere near enough!"
""By yourselves, I agree. But did I say you were going to go by yourselves?" Quatre gave Rashid that mischievous half smile and sparkle in his eyes that he had been seeing more and more since the end of the war. He was suddenly apprehensive.
"Master Quatre! Surely you can't mean . . ."
"I do. I'm coming with you. Don't even try to argue, I've already made up my mind."
Rashid sighed, knowing that once Quatre had made up his mind, no one could sway it.
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"Remind me why we're doing this again?" The person who had spoken was a young woman of about twenty-four with short blonde hair that fell to just below her ears. She leaned against the way and waited for the reply with raised eyebrows from the man who had just summoned her.
"You're doing it for the money we're paying you. And you'd better remember that you don't get a penny of the sum unless we come out of this battle the victors," the tall redheaded man responded.
"Yes, sir," the woman replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But why are you doing it?"
"Because that rich bastard Winner doesn't care about what happens on his own colony! The airhead government doesn't give a damn about what us common people want! It's all for the rich. And they spend more time and money building more colonies than looking after their own people!" the rebel yelled passionately.
"You don't know very much, do you?" the woman stated quietly.
"What?!"
"About a quarter of the L4's budget goes towards the colony's defense and upkeep. About another eighth goes to paying government employees. Another eighth is used for building relations with the other colonies. The remaining half goes straight to the people, the commoners, as you would call them. In the eight years that Winner has been the governor, he had set up medical services for the retired, unemployed, and homeless. He has funded many projects that build houses for the homeless, which in turn creates jobs for the unemployed. He has lowered the cost of education, so more children can go to school and college, earn a degree and get higher paying jobs. It also raises the literacy rate. It's a whole big circle, and he knows it. He's worked wonders for this colony." Even though the blonde mercenary was still standing coolly against the wall, her face impassive, her voice grew more passionate as she proved point after point to the rebel leader.
"So?" But he refused to let himself be beaten. "Come, it's time to go."
"I just wanted to let you know what you were doing, that's all. Don't come running back to me when you've realized what a big mistake you're making." Her voice was calm and devoid of emotion once again.
"Trust me, I won't."
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Quatre sat in the cockpit of his beloved Gundam, readjusting the seat to his now taller height, not having sat in that seat for almost eight years.
"It's been too long, Sandrock," the pilot murmured gently as he pulled down his goggles, which symbolized his position as the head of the Maganac Corps.
"Master?" Rashid's face flickered into view in the lower right hand corner of the screen.
"Give the order to move out. We meet the rebels in the middle of the desert. We can't give them enough time to get to the shuttle base. If they want to try a stunt like that, they can do it our way!" Quatre said with a wry smile, knowing full well that the Maganac were used to fighting in similar conditions in the Arabian Desert.
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The small force of fifteen Maganac and Sandrock reached the estimated point of interception, and didn't see the rebels in sight. A sandstorm was starting to brew, and advantage for the Maganac.
After several minutes, when Quatre was just about to remind his men to stay alert, he saw the rebel force coming over a dune. He did a quick count: thirty-five Leos and fifteen Virgos. Outnumbered more than three to one. That was okay, Quatre thought, we have Sandrock to even things out.
At least, that was what he thought until he saw the last mobile suit top the dune. He breath caught in his throat when he saw what he knew instinctively was a Gundam. Its basic body structure was very similar to the rest of the Gundams', even though it was a full third smaller than any Gundam he had seen before. Its armor plates were ornately decorated in a pattern that reminded him of flickering flames, in gold and a deep red that reminded him of freshly spilled blood. Quatre gulped unconsciously, and ran an alloy scan on the mobile suit, just to check. The results confirmed his instinct, and didn't make him happy. It was made of Gundanium.
The next thing he did was run a heat scan. There was the obvious form of a pilot in the cockpit, but the rest of what the heat scan turned up puzzled the governor. There was a band of intense heat running up each of the Gundam's forearms, and an X of the same intense heat crossed the Gundam's back. All of this information put together made Quatre's stomach sink. He wasn't sure if he was up to such a fight after eight years without stepping in Sandrock.
"Rashid, tell the men to stay away from the Gundam at all costs. If it makes trouble, I'll take care of it."
"Right away, Master Quatre." Rashid hurried to carry out his orders. Within seconds, the two forces collided in what was quickly becoming an opaque screen of sand.
Despite their lack of numbers, however, the Maganac seemed to have the upper hand. They knew how to hide in the sand and wait for an enemy to come, noticing the tell-tale signs of movement in the mask of sand, then how to effectively take out a suit with one well placed blow.
Quatre, on the other hand, rushed straight into the midst of the suits, pressed on by a rush of adrenaline that he hadn't felt in this magnitude for almost eight years. He ignored the lasers that hit his Gundam repeatedly as he swiped his heat shotels through the Leos and Virgos. As the thrill of battle raced through his body, he found himself enclosed by a ring of Leos. He ducked beneath the laser saber of one, swinging his shotel with ease through the metal of the mass produced suit, only to turn and find himself pressed on three sides. He brought his twin shotels around in a circle, cutting through the two outside Leos like butter, and finishing his move with a cross swipe through the remaining suit.
As the explosions died away, Quatre found himself thinking about the Gundam he had seen. He hadn't seen it at all during the fight. He scanned the battlefield quickly, as much of it as he could see, and was surprised to catch sight of it standing by a couple of Leos that were preparing to fire upon the back on an unsuspecting Maganac. He breath caught in his through as he saw it unsheathe two sabers that appeared to be made of fire. Those must have been what caused the X of heat across its back, Quatre found himself thinking, even as he knew that one of his soldiers was about to be destroyed. He tensed as he saw the strange Gundam swing the twin sabers . . . Then his eyes widened as he saw that it was the two Leos, and not the Maganac, that exploded in a burst of flame.
"What is he doing? Is he crazy? He just saved the life of one of my men . . ." Quatre pondered the situation aloud, forgetting momentarily the fight around him, and the mild sparking of his system, showing the amount of damage he had already taken.
But his wandering mind cost him as he was hit on three sides by laser fire from Virgos. Before he had time to react, he was hit by another round, his Gundam sending out spark violently in protest. He knew that if he took much more fire, then he would be out of commission. He turned his Gundam around to face his attackers. As he did, he saw a silver and red blur streak past him. There was an explosion on his left, and soon after, another on his right. He looked around, trying to figure out what happened.
Again, his distraction with his surroundings cost him dearly. He turned his attention back to the remaining Virgo just in time to see another laser heading straight for him. He knew he couldn't avoid it; Sandrock was too slow. Instead, he braced himself for the hit, hoping that this laser wouldn't fry his circuits so much that he couldn't fight anymore.
He heard the sound of laser making contact with metal, but no danger signals went off in Sandrock's cockpit. Quatre cautiously opened his eyes, only to find the unfamiliar Gundam standing in front of his. Almost the whole of its right side was sparking violently, badly damaged. There were even parts where the sheet metal had been torn away, leaving wires exposed. It took Quatre a moment to realize that this strange Gundam had taken the hit for him, and had received extensive damage for it.
Quatre heard a man's voice emanating from the Virgo. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I told you, you're making a huge mistake." Quatre was amazed to hear the voice from the Gundam was female. She advanced menacingly on the Virgo, holding out her fire saber with her good left arm. The Virgo hastily put up its shield, and backed slowly away. It seemed the man inside gave an order to retreat, because the few, battered, remaining Leos and Virgos disappeared back into the desert. The sandstorm had subsided, and the sun was now shining brightly.
Quatre checked in with Rashid as he moved his goggles to perch on the top of his head. "Rashid, how many did we lose?" He asked the question that he never wanted to hear the answer to.
"Two," came the grim reply. "Kazeem and Mahmir." Quatre rubbed his temples to try and keep the tears he felt rising in his eyes from falling onto his cheeks and down his face. The Maganac were everything their name suggested to the governor of L4: they were his family.
He only seemed to remember the unnamed Gundam when its legs collapsed beneath it, and it fell to its knees before falling onto its side, letting the girl fall limply out of the cockpit and onto the scorching sand. Quatre gasped in concern for the woman before opening his own cockpit and taking the cable down.
He jumped the last three feet to the sand, and ran over to the woman who had very possibly saved his life. Her short, sun kissed blonde hair was strewn over the sand, and stuck to her face where it landed in a trail of blood that was flowing without inhibition from a wound in her forehead. Quatre knelt beside her and gently took her in his arms. He noticed that her right arm was also badly wounded; a deep gash that ran across her upper arm was freely bleeding. Quatre knew that without professional help, her chances of healing properly would be slim to none.
He lightly brushed her hair out of her face, and tried to mop some of the blood off her face with his shirtsleeve before talking quietly to her.
"Hey, are you okay?"
The girl's eyes flickered open, and Quatre found himself staring into the depths of her eyes, green into blue-gray. "Isn't that kind of a stupid question when you think about it?" the woman asked weakly. The left side of her mouth turned up in a half smile. "I thought the great Governor Winner would have something more intelligent to say." Her voice held no trace of sarcasm. She tried to move, but had to stop as she winced at some inner pain, and started coughing.
"Hold still and be quiet, or else you'll just make it worse for yourself," Quatre coaxed the young woman softly. She complied, and fell still in his arms, knowing that he was right. Quatre could see the girl's eyes losing focus, and she spoke up again.
"Isn't it amazing how people will fight so passionately about something they don't know about?" Quatre acknowledged her statement with a grim smile as she slipped into unconsciousness.
He slipped his arm under her knees and gently lifted her still form, resting her head against his chest. He carried her carefully back to his Gundam, where he set her down and contacted Rashid.
"Make sure someone comes back for her Gundam. I'm sure we can get it repaired. And there must be something we can do with all this metal."
"Yes, Master Quatre," the loyal Maganac answered.
With that, Quatre and the remaining Maganac headed towards the Winner mansion.
Author's Note: There we go! I really hope you people likey! Please review and tell me EXACTLY what you think. What you guys say is my only feedback on how I'm writing. If you want to flame, try and find at least one thing constructive to say . . . please . . .
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