Prologue : Good-bye, my dear Sandrock
I wasn't sure what to think when Sandrock self-destructed. But Quatre gave up his own life to give us the chance to go home. to go to space, so we had to take it. Though, soon one of use will have to go back and destroy what's left of Sandrock. But that will have to wait until after other things are taken care of. Until after we're sure the colonies are safe...
The shrapnel and flaming scraps scattered themselves over the field in a violent burst, the soldiers of Oz stunned by the sacrifice of the Gundam Pilot. Though, if they had known he was clawing desperately to get past the malfunctioned hatch controls, they may have felt differently. The other Gundam pilots took what Quatre gave them, their shuttles soaring skyward. Over the intercoms in what remained of the Oz forces was heard a simple command. "Clear out and regroup. We'll sweep the area. Space troops will intercept the shuttles. Ground crews will have to search the rubble for the Gundam's pilot."
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Chir'Ki ducked through the shards of metal. He couldn't believe the explosion he'd seen. All he had been doing was taking a walk, clearing his head because he couldn't bear to listen to those absurd elders anymore. He'd seen the fight... He was Suun'Sanur. It was his job to honor the dead, no matter who they were. Sure he was supposed to fulfill part of the prophecy. But he couldn't just DO it at will. He had to wait until the time was right, and things happened on their own. He couldn't make 'de'Massar appear. He tried to jump over a large bar of the metal, succeeding only in falling flat on his face. But what he saw surprised him. Laying, somewhat sheltered by what looked like a part of a Mobil suit's cockpit was a boy. He was blond, and around Chir'Ki's age. "Hey, kid?" Chir'Ki ducked underneath, looking at the pilot. He was hurt, but alive. out cold. "Suun 'A' Mne Sani 'T' Exn Noria" He muttered in Prayer. "Raan'Ne, I need you to help me here. Don't let him be stuck. Oz isn't gonna be very nice to him... They're bastards and you know that as well as I do. I'll sing the death song for them later." He grabbed the blonde's shoulder, adding silently that the boy shouldn't have neck or back injuries. The blond pulled free of the wreckage easily, allowing the dark-haired Chir'Ki to pull him free, ant then into his arms, carrying him to the secret home of the Azsai'A'Chir. The Dragons of the Claws.