OOC: Alright, this is a fic idea that I've been working on, a Gundam fanfic which takes pace in a different timeline.. I apologise for the rushed prologue, but it's only setting the scene, so… I promise Chapter 01 will be better… please R&R
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gundam. However, 99 of what will be in this is my own ideas… unless their somewhere else, which I dun know about ;;
center Operation 00: Prelude to Gundam. /center
A yellow cursor bleeped on inside of the man's blue visor, just above eye lids which opened- grey eyes with brown hair waving over them, and which stared, almost listlessly, into the never ending black void in front of them, dotted and sparkled with lights. There was a cracking sound, the one of a radio buzzing to life, and a male voice suddenly swelled within the yellow helmet.
"Pilot zero-five, do you read me?"
The man inside the helmet scowled slightly, and instead let his eye's fall shut once again.
i 'Five more minutes… just five more minutes. i He thought to himself, feeling his consciousness fade, back to the darkness that he swam within, even outside his min-
"Zero-Five! Do you read me?"
The boy scowled, and his eye's snapped open in irritation, mind now suddenly alert and awake with a sharpness that his half exhausted mind almost found amusing. He must have been more tired than he thought, since even as he flexed a thick, yellow insulating gloved hand around a joystick in front of him, he took in his cramped surroundings as though he had never seen them before.
He reached up a hand, and flicked a number of switches which were placed upon the cramped ceiling of the pilot's quarters, lights activating at his touch, and illuminating the black cockpit. The man- or perhaps the word 'boy' would be more appropriate. His body, which was encased in a thick yellow material, like his gloves with a thick, orange insulating chest pad, seemed much more proportioned to a teenagers than an adults, even if he moved with the fluid gait of a veteran. He leaned back into a comfortable position in his black cushioned seat, and he flexed his fingers once again, his thumbs coming to rest on the tips of the joysticks, fingers resting in the grooves. The young pilot exhaled slightly, misting the man's blue visor, and causing his chest, with the word "REI" stencilled on it to move up and down slowly, steady, in rhythm, though with the slight rush of irritation.
"Yeah, yeah, I hear ya." He replied beneath his breath, allowing the microphone inside the padded helmet to pick up his voice.
If the voice on the other end of the line noticed his annoyance, it gave no indication as it continued.
"Zero-Five, the target is now within your range, prepare for execution."
The man nodded, even though he knew the operator couldn't see him, and leaned forwards seriously, staring into the luminous screen in front of him, which almost seemed to act as a window to the outside world, an effect gleaned through cameras, linking him to the outside world. For the first time, the pilot's eyes turned to the screen, displaying dark space with scattered pinpoints of light, which were suddenly split, ten lines racing down the screen as ten raced across, splitting it into a grid. The darkness of space beeped, and resorted to a green field, five yellow triangles located far north of a single circle. The map rotated, and a three-d image appeared in a smaller screen by the man's side charting space- the enemy mobile suits, the ruins between they were entangled between.
Almost despite himself, the man smirked.
"Only five rebels… Command, this is Pilot Zero-Five, declining back-up." He commented confidently, waiting a moment with bated breath, before clearance beeped through. He grinned to himself.
"Awesome." He grinned to himself, pushing the joysticks forwards suddenly.
In the black vacuum of space, the mobile suit flared to life, the boosters upon it's back flaring to life with a golden glow, it's eye's were illuminated by an emerald light. The large mecha seemed almost unfinished- it's small head was fixed to a large, grey body, whose fingers wrapped tightly around the gun clutched close to it's chest. With a roar that never sounded, the mech suddenly rushed forwards, the propelling force enough to cause the pilot inside the tremor and shake in his seat, even as a smirk was scribbled to his face.
'Time to show why I'm the best' he decided, as his mobile suit raised it's gun slowly, an action totally at odds with the sudden rapid fire shots it unleashed. Five rapid pulls of a trigger, five blasts and, in the distance, a single explosion.
"Hey, lookit that!" Rei blinked, surprising even himself for once. "Didn't expect to actually hit anyth- "
His banter was cut short, however, by the angry visage which flashed on screen, a glowering man with a fat face. Rei grimaced, and sinked into his chair.
"…hello there colonel…"
"PILOT! What in God's name do you think you are doing, firing on our own men like that?" The military official spat on the screen as he spoke, the action causing Rei to sigh, and press a button opposite him in his cockpit. Instantly, the lights around him dimmed down, the only source of illumination coming from the small, green radar in the corner.
"My radar fucked up, sir." He replied truthfully. "I thought it was the enemy…"
"The enemy was there. Ten minutes ago. When you were asleep!" was the angry retort, causing Rei to grimace once more, and sink into his seat- if he could go any lower, he would have. Without a doubt.
"Sorry sir." He apologised quickly- the sooner this was done, the better…
"Hmph."
He paused for a moment, before continuing. "Are there… any others in my area that I should know about? Scouting or whatever?"
The buzz-cut haired trooper on screen laughed bitterly. "You almost took out one of our men and want to get some more fun? I should have you fucking court marshalled, remember who your fighting next time!"
"The rebels sir. The rebels who want to over throw the Earth Democracy Alliance."
"That's right, and take that tone with me again, and I can gauantee you iwill/i be court marshalled, you understand me?"
Biting back a growl, Rei nodded. He should have been paying more attention, he admitted that much- his sleepy, half-awake attitude had caused him to miss the simple broadcast Alliance troops sent out, that musta been it. In any case… he was in trouble.
"…what now sir?" he instead enquired. For some reason, a slow smile crept the commander's lips.
Yeah, he was in trouble for sure.
"You are to return to base. It seems as though someone's there for you, and personally, I don't feel like dealing with more of your crap today. I'd like these rook's to return in one piece."
The brown-haired man blinked twice in shock, frowning instantly. Return to base? That was it? What, was there a firing squad waiting for him or something, because he opened fire on a squad of newbs?
Okay well.. considering his record, he almost expected it, but still…
As if reading his mind, the commander laughed, his mis-matched brown and blue eye's seeming to chuckle.
"Don't worry, it's nothing that bad." He commented, now sounding as if his earlier out burst had never happened. "Suffice, you'll want to get back there ASAP."
Instead of questioning, Rei simply saluted his thanks, and turned his suit around- time spent at Earth Base 06 was INIFITELY preferable to escorting a colonel and his squad on a training mission- within moments, the flames of his boosters were a distant speck of light, and his suit, completely out of view.
The Colonel simply smirked, before turning back to his startled crew, whos suits stood around awkwardly.
"Alright maggots, train hard, and maybe someday, you'll be as good a shot as that! Now, Jenkin's, William's, double time!"
A dark room, illuminated solely by a large screen which occupied the entire wall- it seemed foreboding and certaintly, it made the black-suitd man who stepped inside feel… edgy. The light illuminated the edge of his report, but more importantly…
It lit the edges of the table, and the one standing behind it, looking towards the screen, back to him. The soldier resisted a shudder- the Director had that effect on people, especially at a time like this. When the monitor showed scenes from various battles, over laid, split, dozens of time frames displayed as one. How any sense was made, he had no idea. Some of the grunts suggested psychic powers were involved…
Looking at the mess of images, that seemed likely.
"Is there a reason for your entry?"
The man gulped slightly, and snapped to salute the back of the head. He'd been too startled for an instant to remember rank- that mistake could now cost him his life.
"I-I'm sorry, I… I just received The Report and I… thought it best to deliver it here."
"…"
He swallowed nervously.
"Leave it on the table, open at the pages." Came the curt instruction, the figure turning and sitting at the desk- the desk which suddenly found documents dropped upon them- three folders, each with a different photo paper clipped to them. The figure slowly placed a finger under each file in turn, and removed the clip, finger's tracing over the images, opening each report to the front page.
"Intel suggests these pilots have the greatest rate." the soldier informed needlessly.
"And w-"
"What about the fourth pilot?" The higher-up interrupted, causing the man to sweat.
"W-we're… we're currently searching for one now and we…"
He paused, noting the expression, the smirk which split the woman's lips. Swallowing, he dared to ask.
"Do you… have someone in mind, Madame Director?"
The suited woman smiled once more, and pressed a small device in her hand. The screen behind her cleared, replaced with the image of a boy, statistic's shown underneath.
"Rei Izumi. A talented pilot on the outskirts of nowhere." She breathed, without glancing at the exact numbers. Her face broke into a cunning expression.
"He's the one I want."
"Yes Ma'am!" the soldier replied saluting once more, and exiting the room quickly, leaving the woman in the suit alone once again, stirring a drink with one hand slowly, a devilish expression on her features…
Next Time:
Rei returns to base and is met with a startling proposal from a ghost of his past. Next Time: Operation 01:Invitation
OOC: Yeah, I messed up the middle I started writing a week ago, then stopped but.. I promise it'll get better.
Any opinions anyone? Is it worth writing the rest, I promise it gets better… also, would anyone be willing to make a sig for this fic? Just as advertisement…lol