Summary: It's been 300 years since the last war, and the mechanical monsters known as Gundam fell into the history books. Unfortunately, war has a nasty habit of raising its head when people plead for peace. In such a situation a young girl inadvertently begins a war in hopes of ending a barbaric practice. And so begins the war between Earth's Gjallarhorn forces, and the Martian forces built up from Human Debris.

The year is 325 P.D. and the fighting rages on as ghosts from the Calamity War start rising from their crypts, two pilots find themselves in a desperate situation to survive when the fighting forces them to crash-land on the desolate red planet.

1: War for Two

Pt.1 - Descent

Orga Itsuka, Commander of the eighth Mobile Suit battalion, was not in the best of moods. Why? Because the battle to come was not going to be as simple as the Fleet Commander had assured him. The enemy fleet consisted of ten carrier vessels, which each carried, at the least, twenty-five mobile suits. Graze were the Earth's weapon of choice, as they were produced on planet, but that didn't make them any less formidable against inexperienced pilots.

{They're finally starting to take us seriously,} he thought as he drifted toward the hangars, {It won't be long until they start using more unsavory tactics.} He sighed, growling as he recalled the last battle.

It hadn't been all that bad on their side. He and his men were more experienced in real combat than the Gjallarhorn forces really gave them credit for, being Space Rats and all. His hand went unconsciously to his whisker located at the back of his neck. The Alaya-Vjnana system was the reason he was fighting. The entire reason.

It was one of the few relics left over from the Calamity War; Gundams, Mobile Armor, and the horrible nano-implants that allowed people like him to pilot Mobile Suits to their full potential.

But having the system implanted wasn't always voluntary. Many of the pilots under his command, almost all of them, had had the system forced on them when they had been taken from their families by those that dealt in Human Debris. Orga and his brothers were among the best of the best in the fleet because of them.

"But," he said to himself, "because of that we're not really human anymore, are we?"

He drifted into the hangar, smiling as he saw one of his brothers, his favorite, as it happened, working on his own machine. Yet, another relic from the war. "Hey, Mika!" He called out as he kicked off the wall and flew toward him through the zero gravity.

The shorter boy looked at him with his usual small smile, "Orga," he said in greeting, "What are you doing down here so soon?" He asked, "I thought Kudelia was raking you over the coals again."

Orga chuckled, "And I'm still not trading my Shiden for one of those knock-off Gundams," he said, jerking his thumb at one of the machines. "I don't get how they can't just rebuild the original instead of trying to mass produce less powerful machines."

"Money's always been tight with Martians," Eugene said as the blond-haired boy floated down from above them, "What with Gjallarhorn giving the mining operations hell, it's a wonder we have anything to pay for these things with."

Orga cursed himself for forgetting. With the war waging, the spacial mining operations had come under attack by Gjallarhorn's forces. The ships that had been attacked were used to pull in and break down asteroids in search of precious metals such as gold, and silver, and sometimes platinum. His own forces had been partnered with one such mining company before Gjallarhorn had decided that Martians were getting too much freedom from the forces of Earth.

"And fixing up a Gundam from the Calamity War isn't cheap," the yellow-eyed teen frowned, scratching the back of his head as he surveyed the three true Gundams they had. Out of all the Mobile Suits, those three were the best of the best, and they had spared no expense in bringing them back up to full operating conditions.

Mikazuki piloted the Barbatos Lupus Rex, quite possibly the strongest out of the three, and it suited the young man to an extreme. The Gundam was damnably wild, and not to be taken lightly. So far, Mikazuki was the only one that could handle the feedback from the Alaya-Vjnana. Mikazuki had three of them implanted.

Next came the bulky, four-armed Gusion. The thing was a beast. Akihiro, a pilot in Orga's age-group, and had two whiskers, used that brutish Gundam extremely well whenever he was out.

Flauros was the last of their Gundams, and the only one capable of shifting into a different form.

Orga had to smile at the machine as his friend, Shino, had a strange obsession with the color pink, and a habit of painting all of the Mobile Suits, and Mobile Workers he piloted the very color.

The new machines resembled the Barbatos slightly, if only a little bit smaller. He turned his attention to the frame that was supposed to be his replacement machine. The GAT-X105 Strike Gundam was the first of two P.D. Gundam frames. It was a versatile machine that could be equipped with any number of armaments, and the Alaya-Vjnana system wasn't needed to pilot it. Meaning that those of his brothers that hadn't had the procedure done didn't need to. On the other hand, if someone piloting the machine did have whiskers, then the Strike had the system installed.

Across from the Strike hangar was the second new frame. Where the Strike was red, white and blue in the armor, the GAT-X103 Buster was mostly green, in different shades and some bits were orange. The best way he could describe this machine was that it was a sniper-type. All of the armaments it was issued were for long-range fighting.

"You should really trade up," Eugene said as he settled beside the pair, "If you don't take this one, we're gonna catch hell from Kudelia."

"And I'm the one she's gonna complain to when you keep the Shiden, and give one of the Mobile Worker pilots another promotion, and stick them with your Gundam." Mikazuki said, frowning at his friend, making Eugene and Orga laugh, "It's not funny. Kudelia's been really stressed lately, especially with Atra being pregnant."

"I don't get it," a fourth member of Orga's family butted in, "How does a guy like Mikazuki land a babe like Kudelia, and a fine cook like Atra?"

Mikazuki frowned at him, "Shino, you're not thinking about doing anything to them, are you?"

Shino raised his hands in a defensive manner, "Whoa there, Mika! I didn't mean it like that!" He laughed, "I'm just shocked is all. Atra I can understand, because she's been crushing on you for years, but Kudelia? How'd you manage that?"

Mikazuki shrugged, "I guess they think I'm cute."

"Cute?" Orga snickered.

"Yeah, like Snoopy." Mikazuki said, his face straight.

Eugene nearly burst out laughing, "Mika, Snoopy's six inches taller than you are."

"My whiskers haven't stunted my growth that much."

"Pfft, yeah, right." Shino grinned, "Hey, Eugene, fifty Martian Credits says that Atra's taller than Mika in a year!"

"I'll take that, and raise ya another fifty." Eugene grinned, laughing as Mikazuki scowled at both of them before reaching up and grabbing their ears, "Ow, ow, ow! Le'go, Mika!"

"You're rippin' it off!" Shino howled.

"Sorry, I can't hear you guys because I'm so short your voices don't carry down here." Mikazuki said, earning a laugh out of Orga as the young man drifted away from them.

He shook his head and regarded the newest Strike, his Strike, he reminded himself. "Well, at least it's mostly white," he sighed, reaching out to touch the blue cockpit armor. "I guess I could give it a trial run?"

"Good," said a cheerful voice from behind him. He turned and saw Maiden of Revolution herself drifting toward him, "I was about ready to try putting that old Shiden of yours in storage to get you to change machines."

Orga chuckled and stopped her as she drifted into him, "Now come on, Kudelia, I've never lost a fight ever since I set foot in the Shiden," he said, smirking at her with his right eye closed, "I've gotten a little attached to it."

Kudelia smiled at him in understanding, "I know, but still, the Gjallarhorn forces are getting better," she reminded him, referring to the last battle, "We lost some good friends because we didn't think that they had their own Gundams left over from the Calamity War."

Orga frowned, "Don't remind me," he growled, "And we never expected them to send out one of the Seven Stars against us so soon."

"They're still just using Graze as their primary Mobile Suits, but that Gundam is going to be a problem unless Mika, or Akihiro can do something about it." The blonde girl said, sighing as she looked around the hangar, "Orga, am I really doing the right thing?"

"Wha'd'ya mean?" Orga grumbled, frowning at the girl, "Mars was suffering a lot from Gjallarhorn, not just space rats like us, you know?" He said, sighing, "We've only just begun to revive the planet itself in order to make it more hospitable." He smiled, "It'll take time, but you, Atra, and Mika will get to have your little house with a garden, and a view."

Kudelia blushed slightly, "You should hear him talk about it," she smiled happily, "Orga, you're right. Even if I never wanted this to happen, we need to fight."

"And make sure the space rats go back into the history books," Orga smirked, looking down at his watch,"Hmm, crunch time." He pushed away from her, turning about and shouting, "Alright, guys, listen up!"

All eyes turned toward the young commander. "In about one hour, the Gjallarhorn forces will arrive, and so will that new Gundam frame," he shouted, "But just because the other side has a Gundam, or maybe even two or three as we do, the forces of Gjallarhorn don't have whiskers like us, and that means they can't fight as well in space.

"Is what I'd like to say," Orga continued, "But that was four months ago. This last year, all we've been fighting is a bunch of pencil pushers, and desk jockeys. Now, we're up against a Seven Star, maybe more. But Seven Star or not, these new forces are fresh, better trained, and don't give two shits about whether we're kids or not. They'll still kill us either way.

"But that doesn't mean we'll make it easy on them," Orga smiled cruelly, "Just like we did back in the CGS, we will take control of our lives again. But not just for us. For our homes, our families, and each other! Mars will be free of Gjallarhorn, but only when we've made it clear that we will fight to the last man, to the last breath to see it happen!"

"Brothers," Orga grinned as the others started grinning as well, all of them looking ready for a fight. "Time to go kick some ass!"

A deafening roar rose up in the hangar as Orga grinned, "Ride, I want you piloting a Strike in Akihiro's team, Shino, you take Hush out in a Buster. Mika, I want you to focus on that new enemy Gundam, take it down if you can. Call Akihiro for backup if you need it, or me for that matter. My team will be whittling down the Graze units, and then we'll be gunning for the transport ships. Are we clear?"

"YES, BOSS!"

"CALL ME SIR, DAMMIT!" Orga roared, "Tekkaden is the Martian army, for God's sake!"

(*)

Some distance away from the main Martian fleet, the forces of Gjallarhorn were steadily making their way toward the red planet. Many of the Mobile Suit pilots were young, and fresh out of training. Many others were from prestigious families such as the Elion, Kujan, Fareed, Issue and Bauduin families. Such families were considered to be the ranking officers of the Lunar fleet under the command of Rustal Elion, leader of the Seven Stars of Gjallarhorn.

Of course, for some, luck and skill had the pleasure of being present during the operation taking place. An assault on the Martian forces above the planet. One such member of the gifted was a young woman named Julieta Juris, an adopted member of the Elion family. Thanks to her skill inside of a Mobile Suit, she had been recommended to Rustal Elion by Galan Mossa, her friend and mentor for most of her life, and had risen through the lower ranks quickly to become a Mobile Suit pilot of the highest caliber.

Currently, the young woman was standing at her adoptive parent's side as he surveyed the mounting forces, "Lord Elion, do we really need such a large force for something like this?" The girl asked, frowning at the number of Graze, there were at least twenty, "Commander Coral's claims of this Martian fleet certainly must have some truth to them, but it can't all e true, can it?"

"Are you referring to the fact that the Martian fleet wiped out his unit with only two Mobile Suits, Gundams if the rumors are true," he said, stroking his beard, "Or the fact that those Martians are actively building their own war machines, and rebelling against Gjallarhorn?"

"Either or," she stated, frowning, "I can see them rebelling against Gjallarhorn, but wiping out a unit of Graze with only two machines of their own?"

Rustal chuckled, "My dear, if you've ever seen a Gundam in action, then you would know that they are no ordinary Mobile Suits." He said, "With the aid of the Bauduin's Gundam, we've been able to keep these Martians at bay long enough for us to gather a larger force to deal with them, and it's only thanks to Lord Bauduin and his men's sacrifice these passed four months that we've made certain that Coral's ravings were true." He sighed, "The Martians have two Gundam frames. One of them is the White Demon, the Barbatos. The other one is the Gusion. From what I understand that frame was taken from a battle with the Brewers, a known dealership of Human Debris."

"He kidnapped children and made them go through the Alaya-Vjnana procedure," Julieta growled, clenching her fists. She herself had come dangerously close to becoming what people referred to as 'space rats'. If it hadn't been for Galan, and Rustal, she'd most likely be some fat slob's pleasure girl, or a Martian Mobile Worker pilot. A damned good one, but a Mobile Worker pilot all the same. Piloting a Mobile Suite had changed her greatly, and nothing could compare with it anymore. She was at home inside the cockpit of a Graze.

"Precisely," Rustal said, agreeing with her statement, "That battle, I hear, was very bloody, but only the Brewers lost any men. The Gusion was barely damaged, but still, it took another Gundam to take it down."

Julieta looked up at him, "Do you think I could pilot one?"

"No!" Rustal growled out very quickly, and harshly, startling her. The man sighed, "Forgive me, my child, but to even think of piloting a Gundam frame, you need an Alaya-Vjnana system inside of you." He said, much to her growing disgust, "Calamity War relics such as Gundams all had such a system, but very few operated without one, Lord Bauduin's unit being one of the very few that the Seven Stars have. All of the others require it."

"Still," the girl muttered as one of the men drifted toward them. "Yes?"

"Ensign Amada, reporting, sirs," the man saluted, "I've just received word from Lord Bauduin, and Fareed," he held out a video pad, "During their last encounter with the Martian forces, it was noted that they had upgraded their Mobile Suit forces."

Rustal took the pad, frowning as he panned through the images, his eyes narrowing. "These can't be what I think they are?"

"No, sir," ensign Amada said, "These appear to be replicas, not true Gundams. Though some of them are indeed powerful, these new machines don't hold a candle to Calamity War frames. None of them have beam weapons, but they do have heavy firepower." He said, frowning, "And there also seems to be one more true Gundam among them. Ahab readings indicate that it was the Flauros, a long-range type that apparently has a double-barrel railgun mounted into the frame."

"Dammit," he scowled, handing the pad back, "Good work, ensign. Keep me informed of the situation. We'll be arriving in Mars space within the hour, so be ready to sortie at a moment's notice."

"Sir!" He saluted and floated away.

Julieta frowned, "Railguns are illegal."

"No, this one, unfortunately, falls into the grey area on that particular ban," Rustal frowned, "It does employ the same technology as a railgun, but it uses shells, almost like a bullet, save for the fact that they are several times more dangerous when fired from those canons." He shook his head, "That one is the first one that needs to be either captured or destroyed."

Julieta said nothing, knowing that if she volunteered to go after the Flauros, then he would most likely ground her from the battle, and she knew that she and every available pilot would be needed for the battle.

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Rustal frowned from the confines of his office while the three skipjack-class ships sped along. 'Three Gundam frames against an army of sixty Graze.' He thought to himself, 'If I were of the Calamity generation, I may have bet on the Gundams, but with the pilots I have under my command, I may have to hedge those bets.' His thoughts turned to Julieta, the girl being an amazing pilot with a natural spacial awareness that usually only came when fully connected to the machine.

'Either way, this rebellion against Gjallarhorn must be put down, else the people of Earth may see us as obsolete,' he continued, 'Though if this continues any further, it has the possibility of becoming another Calamity War.' He thought reaching for his desk drawer, and pulling out a small bottle of pills. It was the Seven Stars' greatest privilege in allowing its members the gift of longevity. True, the eldest of them had only made it to little over two hundred years old, but ah, such a thing to see two centuries pass them by.

He had started taking the pills when he was thirty, just over seven years, and he had yet to see a decline in his health. Of course, he considered himself to be in his prime.

"Lord Elion?" One of his men came into the room, "We've reached Martian airspace."

"Good, is there any sign of fighting in the area?"

"None, yet, sir, but there are signs all over the place." He said, "Trashed Mobile Suits litter the space around the planet."

Rustal nodded, "I see." He said, placing the bottle back in his desk, "Have the pilots sortie, and send three of them out to scout the area. If they encounter the enemy forces, then they are to hale us their location, and retreat to the main force."

"Yes, Sir," the man said, bowing, "Also, we have received a hale from what appears to be an enemy unit. A one commander Orga Itsuka is asking to speak with the fleet's commanding officer."

"I see, very polite, these Martians," he said, "I'll address him at the bridge."

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What awaited the fleet commander was the image of a very young man, probably no older than Julieta at eighteen, scowling at him from the screen. Though young, he could already tell that this young white-haired man had seen his fair share of battle. The red uniform-like normal suit he wore had the tell-tale "Iron Flower" of Tekkadan stitched into the left side of the chest told him that this young man was more than likely not only a commanding officer in the Martian fleet, but also a member of the notorious former mercenary group.

"I understand that you wished to speak with me, Mister Itsuka, was it?" Rustal asked as the young man nodded, "What is it you wish to say?"

"The same thing that I told the other Gjallarhorn soldiers that entered this territory," Orga said, frowning deeply, "As you are aware, you've entered Martian Union space. Therefore I am well within my limits to issue a warning that should you pose a threat to the Martian Union, and her people, then you will be considered hostile, and be dealt with as an enemy of Mars."

Rustal laughed out right at him, "That's some bold talk coming from a boy your age. I trust you have the bite to back up that bark?"

"If your age hasn't made your eyes go bad, then you'll notice the graveyard in front of your ship is full of nothing but Gjallarhorn Graze," Orga grinned back, "All the people of Mars want is to govern themselves, Commander Elion. Is it so hard for your people to accept that? How many lives are you gonna sacrifice before you realize that all you have to do is leave us alone?"

"Gjallarhorn has many companies and assets in the Mars sphere, and as such we wish to protect our investments," the man said, frowning, "And why do you not realize that all you have to do to end all of this is to hand over Kudelia Aina Bernstein?"

Orga chuckled, smirking with his right eye closed, "I guess the saying's true; you can't win against fools." He sighed, "If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get. Prepare your Mobile Suits, Gundam or Graze, it doesn't matter, we will fight to the last man, and to the last breath. Even if we meet our end, I can promise you that you won't forget this fight."

"So be it," Rustal nodded. The feed from the video was cut off, and the man smiled, "Prepare for battle."

(*)

Julieta frowned as she piloted through the mass of shredded metal and Ahab reactors. The still-active reactors were making it extremely hard to get a reading on any enemy movements. "Iok, don't go off on your own." She commented absently as she noticed one of the Graze drifting away from her small team of ten. "We don't know what's out here, and they're no doubt hiding in the debris field."

"Such cowards, these Martians," commented a haughty voice over the communications link, "Hiding in a field of debris and using the Ahab reactors from our fallen comrades to mask their own."

Julieta groaned internally, {Why did Master Rustal have to put him on my team?} She sighed in exasperation, "It's pretty smart when you think about it," she said, pushing a mutilated Graze out of her path, gulping when the pilot's corpse floated out of the cockpit, "This situation's perfect for an ambush. With Lord Bauduin's Kimaris in the area with squad two, I doubt they want to risk one of their own Gundams unless they have a clear shot at it."

One of her teammates pushed what looked like a fallen enemy unit out of the way, Julieta noticing that there was very little damage to it. {...Wait...}

The white/blue machine's eyes glowed a dangerous green as it suddenly started moving.

"Thomson!" Julieta yelled, too late.

The enemy unit slashed the cockpit of the closest Graze with a long-bladed assault knife, rending the metal open as the pilot's screams were cut off as he was ejected into space, and jetted away from the group, "This is squad six! We have enemy contact!"

Ahead of them more Mobile Suits began moving from the debris field, coming alive like the living dead from the killing field. And all of them looked much different than what she was led to believe. These were not Shidens!

"Are those Gundams?!" One of her men yelped as he took aim with his rifle. Julieta didn't have time to comment as the battle began. Her remaining group of nine charged the incoming forces.

"Strike Team, thin the heard, and go in for those Skipjacks!" Orga roared over his own frequency, firing his rifle at the head of a Graze, and whipped around to kick another in the chest area to put some distance between them. "Take out as many as you can, but I don't wanna see any heroics!" He crashed his shield into the cockpit of the machine he had kicked, crushing it.

Julieta, listening in on the frequency, was stunned to hear several much younger voices respond to the command. {Are they...are they all children?!} She yelped as one of the Strikes slashed at her with a Long Sword, narrowly missing her before she grasped the machine's arm, and crashed her Graze's knee into the elbow joint, shattering the coupling.

The machine drifted away from her, covered by another, this one, she noticed, had a red flower-like insignia painted on it. "Are you the commander of this squad?!"

"You better believe I am!" Orga roared, shooting forward, his gun barrel blazing, pelting her shield with bullets.

The Graze and Strike shot away from the main group, needing the extra room as the two pilots circled each other, guns primed to take a shot if only one or the other would give them the shot they needed.

"Hey, Tony, check it out, that chick's totally keeping up with the boss!"

"No way, she doesn't have whiskers!"

Orga tried to ignore the fact that his two squad mates were right. On both accounts. He was having trouble with her. {She's good.} He grinned, sweating, {But so am I!} He laughed and rocketed forward, shield raised, rifle thrust forward. "Come on!"

"Go back to Mars!" Julieta yelled as the two collided in a mass of screeching metal, and sparks. She fired her rifle into the head of the Strike as Orga jammed his barrel into the left shoulder joint of the Graze. With an explosion the two fired off their shots. Julieta was sent tumbling end over end away from the Strike. Orga, half of his vision cut off by the destruction of his Strike's left eye camera, was still spinning when he righted himself, growling as he saw that the Graze was still intact. And that his rifle bad been damaged from the blast. Casting it aside, he took the combat knife from its compartment, and went after her again.

On her side of the field, Julieta was in a similar state, her rifle arm being too damaged to function, she cast aside her shield and took out her secondary melee weapon, an axe, and crashed it against the Strike's shield as he collided with her, fending off the knife with her shield.

"You're good," Orga couldn't help but say as the two of them rattled around the battlefield, "Haven't fought someone like you since that Seven Star bastard in the Kimaris!"

Julieta smiled slightly as sweat beaded her brow, "Glad I could impress you, Space Rat!"

"The hell'd you call me!?" Orga kicked out with his Strike, sending the woman away from him and prepared to plunge the knife into her cockpit. Only to be blasted by gunfire from behind. "What the - ?!"

"Boss!" His squad mates shouted as they shot forward, seeing a Graze with its rifle primed at their leader.

"Iok!" Julieta snarled, "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" She roared at the offending Graze that had snuck up behind her opponent. "This wasn't your fight!"

"I am well aware of that, Lady Juris, but I could not sit idly by while this brute bested you - " Iok began haughtily before the remaining Strikes surrounded him. Seeing the danger he was in, he bolted from the encirclement in a burst from his thrusters, and blew passed the disabled commander, who was swearing richly, and grabbed Julieta's Graze. "Come, we should return and report this to Lord Elion."

"Wait a minute!" Julieta roared, fighting out of his grasp, and kicking him away from her, "I'm not going any - Kyah!" While the two had been arguing, Orga raised his right arm, and fired his grappling cable. The cable attached, latching onto the Graze, and hauling his machine forward. Using what little power his thrusters had left, he circled his Strike around the Graze, effectively wrapping it up in the powerful cable before Julieta could react, and thrust them toward the red planet. "What are you-!?" She screeched, seeing their flight path, "You wouldn't!"

"I'm a space rat," Orga spat, "I'll do anything I damned well please!"

Heat began to consume them as they entered Mars' atmosphere. Julieta screamed as her Graze began to overheat and break apart in the Martian atmosphere. Orga ground his teeth in exertion as the heat threatened to knock him out. {To the last man. To the last breath.} He recited in his head as his vision began to darken, {I'll see you all when it's your turn.}

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Mikazuki felt something cold run down his spine as he engaged the Kimaris. "What was that, Barbatos?" He asked his Gundam, casting a small glance toward Mars, "Is something wrong?" He wondered as he saw a small speck of light over the planet. "Orga?"

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Martian Language: Though most Martian inhabitants speak Earth English, through the 300yrs since the Calamity War, nomadic people that lived on the Red Planet developed their own language unique to Mars. No one knows how the language came about as of yet.

Space Rat: A slang used on Human Debris; anyone that has been implanted with the Alaya-Vjnana system. Those known as Space Rats are considered lower than the people they work for, and often become mercenaries of the worst sort, embittered to the world that abandoned them. At the moment, the war between Gjallarhorn and the Martian Union is being fought over the fact that pirates supporting Gjallarhorn still attack merchant vessels, and sell off what children they find as Human Debris, doomed to have the Alaya-Vjnana system implanted.

The term is normally used as a racial insult.

Martian Currency (Credits): Among the currency of Mars, precious metals are used to create small one ounce rectangular "Credits". The metals that are mined and used to create these Credits are Copper, Silver, Gold and Platinum.

Copper = 4.00

Silver = 15.00

Gold = 1300.00

Platinum = 30,000.00

Copper and Silver are the most commonly seen on the surface of Mars, with Gold and Platinum being used only by the rich, the latter being horded greedily by those in power. The worth of Human Debris is no more than twenty silver Credits depending on the age of the subject. Any older than ten years of age, and the price drops to half.

The worth of Mobile Workers is fifteen gold Credits, while the worth of a Mobile Suit, such as a Graze, would be thirty gold. A Gundam from the Calamity War is worth fifteen platinum Credits.

AN: I've been sitting on this story for a year now, and finally decided to fine tune and publish it. BUT it's survival all depends on what you guys think of this first chapter. As you can see, it's focused more on Orga than it is on Mika and the gang. The pairing is as rare as it gets, Orga Itsuka x Julieta Juris. Mika and his two girls are already together, and their are Gundams from other anime/manga in this story, mainly from Seed & Destiny, and I'm hoping this will be on the short side/chapter wise, but knowing me, probably not.

P.S. To those that are waiting for me to update my Naruto Fics, don't bet on it anytime soon. Unfortunately, I'm dangerously low on fuel for Naruto, but that doesn't mean I'm giving them up.

Anyway, help this story survive, and review it. Say something nice, no trolls, though, or I'll set Mikazuki on ya :p