Yay! My first Gundam fic! Enjoy! ^^
*All Around the World*
~*Force of the Future*~
In Bombay, India, where it was busy with the usual sounds of life down the streets, something was terribly wrong. It wasn't the greatest life, but at least you had a chance at living. The city was stabalizing with the world, but somehow, something had to happen.
Cries of horror and death could be heard when a series of chain reactions blew off from each of the major govermental buildings circling the main streets. Ash and rubble flew in the air, frightening many and killing millions instantly by the remains.
People didn't know what was going on, but it was a sad mistake.
All was quiet in the building of the goverment in Earth in Luxemburg, the former Earth Sphere Alliance Military headquarters, when all they could hear was the rattling of the gunshots from various rifles. Preventers started running around, srcambling units to counterattack the rifles. Many Preventers were wounded by the fire bullets and many died.
"What the hell is going on?" demanded one Preventer.
At the ceasefire, many stretchers were sent out to recover the wounded and the dead. Unfortunately, the gunfire caused lots of wounded (and not to mention the dead) for the medical department to deal with.
"This better be important, Miss Noin," Relena Peacecraft, otherwise known as Foreign Minister of Peace Relena Dorlian, said as she entered the briefing room. Although the Sanq Kingdom was dissolved and Lucrezia Noin was part of the Preventers now, Relena still called her Miss Noin. "I have a very busy schedule ahead..."
"I think this will interest you a great deal," she responded crisply and dryly. She looked like she hadn't slept in ages and her voice reflected the weariness of the situation. "Sit down."
It was more like an order than a request. Relena obliged.
"I'm sure you've heard of the terrorist attacks going on," she said dryly, getting up. The Preventer seemed to be a little exhausted lately, her posture said it all. "Bombay, chain-reaction explosions in federal buildings. Luxemborg, gunfire breaksout at the federal building there. In New York City, the former United Nations building was bombed. In Tokyo, the Peace Building was attacked by some terrorists."
"I was....unaware of that," she responded slowly. "But what does this have to do with me?"
She swallowed hard, trying to keep herself from falling apart and dropping the thin patience she had left. "They have to do with you," she stated slowly, "because the fact that the targets of these so-called terrorists are hitting on the goverment buildings related to peace and your campaign."
Relena sighed. "I was afraid of that."
Noin sighed, rubbing her eyes hard. "It's nuts, really," she finally blurted out. "I mean, here I am running around to every single damn meeting you can think of for the past twenty four hours, filling my head with crazy conspiracies and here you are squirming at the idea that you might be late for a meeting? Screw the meeting! This is important, otherwise I wouldn't have called for you!" She sighed again, slamming her palm onto the table.
Relena didn't say anything. She simply stared at Noin.
"I'm sorry," the Preventer blurted out. "It's been rough---"
"I understand. What do you want me to do?"
Noin nodded. "I think this may be a job for all those particular five guys that you were fond of, especially that particular guy...."
Relena blushed and nodded stiffly.
"Chang Wufei is back on L-5, working with Sally Po on rebuilding the outer layers of the colony...."
Outside the colony, a couple of people in space suits were repairing the outer layers of the colony. Wufei and Sally Po were drifting, carrying large scraps of metal from the carrier nearby to the open hole in the colony's side carefully.
The scrap was heavy and when it floated slightly, Wufei lost grip.
"Dammit, Po! Did you have to fidgit so much?" Wufei demanded hostily.
Through the helmet, Sally Po glared at the young warrior. "Hey, it was you who was losing grip!"
"Me?! I never lose grip. I am a martial artist."
"Artist? As if! You can't even hold a sharpnel still if you could!"
"Woman, don't start with me----"
The two were arguing with such a heat that they were unaware that the other officers in suits were listening since the comm links were together. They only looked at each other and then the two with a bewildered look, shared a few silent thoughts before resuming their work.
"...Quatre Reberba-Winner is back in his colony, working were his father left off...."
In the colony, at the headquarters of the Winner Residence and Corporation, Quatre was sitting down where his father's grand desk was. He was now wearing business-like suits and had to grow up much faster than he had initially thought when he pilotted the Gundam Sandrock.
Right now, he would rather fight a hundred mobile suits than sit in the big corporate chair and watch his life and career beaten to a fraction of an inch by his sisters, all of them, who were all yelling and demanding that he'd look into such and such matters.
"Quatre, why haven't you looked through the reports yet?!"
"Little brother, I'd really like it if you washed the dishes for a change---"
"Quatre! Dammit, why the hell haven't you been at the meeting yesterday?"
"Er, it would be nice to listen to me here..."
The blonde Arabian sulked farther and farther down the big chair. He practically had enough on his mind, let alone having his sisters stretch his brain cells into nothingness. Frankly, he wished he didn't have to run the corporation, but after years of neglect, he had no choice.
But right now, he felt like dozing off...
He fell off the chair, crashed to the floor, silent.
His sisters gathered around his fainted form. "Quatre!"
"...Trowa Barton is currently residing in L-3, on vacation..."
"Trowa, let me handle this!" Catherine Bloom cried, grabbing the picnic basket from a bewildered Trowa and huffed defiantly. "You are on vacation from the Preventers...why can't you just sit back and just enjoy it like any normal person would!!!!????!!!!"
He blinked, startled for a moment. How could she be family anyhow? Despite the close resemblance and the love of the circus, she was somewhat different. She was certainly a lot louder than Trowa and certainly acting much like a big sister would be; a big bully was more like the term.
He rolled his eyes as Catherince marched ahead.
This was going to be a long day.......
"...Duo Maxwell is back in L2 running a business with Hilde..."
"Duuuuuuooooooooooo!" Hilde shouted from down the street in front of their apartment as Duo tried sneaking his way off. "Duuuuuuooooooo! You forgot the bag and the list! Where do you think you're going, Mister God of Death?! Get your sorry ass back here......Duuuuuuuooooooooo!"
Duo started to run, trying to be released from Hilde's pitched voice which echoed down the entire street. How embaressing, having your girlfried yell after you about the groceries! Yet, in some psychotic sense, he secretly enjoyed it, having his own girlfriend yelling after him. For a brief moment, he had a fantasy, but then shook it off vigorously.
I am not doing the groceries! he told himself firmly.
He turned another corner from an intersection. Her voice had already died. He stopped and smiled triumphantly, leaning casually like the American classy guy he was. Ah, he had won yet again! It was the third time this week he got away with chores around the house, and he was feeling ultimately proud of himself. He started to stroll down the street, casually whistling, without a care in the world...
A girl popped up in front of him, big eyes and short hair.
"Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi......Hilde! Hahahahahaha!" Duo laughed nervouly, scratching his hair and a sweatdrop appearing. "What a pleasant suprise....."
Hilde rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Duo! You left without this....." And so she began to spew about the grocery bags and the list and what he forgot. Duo looked like was going die immediately. As he began to leave, Hilde stopped him. "You're forgetting something," she teased.
"A smack at the head?" Duo asked.
She smiled and kissed him passionately.
Well, life can't be all that bad...can it?
"Where's Heero?" Relena asked.
Noin swallowed dryly. "Well..." she began.
Her eyes widened. "Heero? What's happened to him? Is he hurt?"
She shook her head. "Actually, he's in the L1 colony, doing some computer researching for the Preventers," she replied with good cheer. "He's been pretty damn useful to the Preventers, making sure that no one is hacking the lines. Until recently, that is. He's been going nuts just like the rest of the gang back at the lab. Someone of some people have been hacking through our lines and stealing information from us."
"I see," Relena said softly.
Noin leaned forward on her desk. "You have to regroup them again and bring them to Earth. This is important, Miss Relena, extremely important. They might be our only hope of stopping this entire situation from escalating."
"But, Miss Noin, shouldn't we negotiate first---?"
"Relena, listen to yourself. We don't even know who these people are," she pointed out. "I think the former Gundam pilots will be able to track these radicals down. Yes, we will try talking to them, as much as we can till both sides turn blue with no compromise...and if things get rough out there, the Preventers will be here to enforce the law."
~End of Chapter
*All Around the World*
~*Force of the Future*~
In Bombay, India, where it was busy with the usual sounds of life down the streets, something was terribly wrong. It wasn't the greatest life, but at least you had a chance at living. The city was stabalizing with the world, but somehow, something had to happen.
Cries of horror and death could be heard when a series of chain reactions blew off from each of the major govermental buildings circling the main streets. Ash and rubble flew in the air, frightening many and killing millions instantly by the remains.
People didn't know what was going on, but it was a sad mistake.
All was quiet in the building of the goverment in Earth in Luxemburg, the former Earth Sphere Alliance Military headquarters, when all they could hear was the rattling of the gunshots from various rifles. Preventers started running around, srcambling units to counterattack the rifles. Many Preventers were wounded by the fire bullets and many died.
"What the hell is going on?" demanded one Preventer.
At the ceasefire, many stretchers were sent out to recover the wounded and the dead. Unfortunately, the gunfire caused lots of wounded (and not to mention the dead) for the medical department to deal with.
"This better be important, Miss Noin," Relena Peacecraft, otherwise known as Foreign Minister of Peace Relena Dorlian, said as she entered the briefing room. Although the Sanq Kingdom was dissolved and Lucrezia Noin was part of the Preventers now, Relena still called her Miss Noin. "I have a very busy schedule ahead..."
"I think this will interest you a great deal," she responded crisply and dryly. She looked like she hadn't slept in ages and her voice reflected the weariness of the situation. "Sit down."
It was more like an order than a request. Relena obliged.
"I'm sure you've heard of the terrorist attacks going on," she said dryly, getting up. The Preventer seemed to be a little exhausted lately, her posture said it all. "Bombay, chain-reaction explosions in federal buildings. Luxemborg, gunfire breaksout at the federal building there. In New York City, the former United Nations building was bombed. In Tokyo, the Peace Building was attacked by some terrorists."
"I was....unaware of that," she responded slowly. "But what does this have to do with me?"
She swallowed hard, trying to keep herself from falling apart and dropping the thin patience she had left. "They have to do with you," she stated slowly, "because the fact that the targets of these so-called terrorists are hitting on the goverment buildings related to peace and your campaign."
Relena sighed. "I was afraid of that."
Noin sighed, rubbing her eyes hard. "It's nuts, really," she finally blurted out. "I mean, here I am running around to every single damn meeting you can think of for the past twenty four hours, filling my head with crazy conspiracies and here you are squirming at the idea that you might be late for a meeting? Screw the meeting! This is important, otherwise I wouldn't have called for you!" She sighed again, slamming her palm onto the table.
Relena didn't say anything. She simply stared at Noin.
"I'm sorry," the Preventer blurted out. "It's been rough---"
"I understand. What do you want me to do?"
Noin nodded. "I think this may be a job for all those particular five guys that you were fond of, especially that particular guy...."
Relena blushed and nodded stiffly.
"Chang Wufei is back on L-5, working with Sally Po on rebuilding the outer layers of the colony...."
Outside the colony, a couple of people in space suits were repairing the outer layers of the colony. Wufei and Sally Po were drifting, carrying large scraps of metal from the carrier nearby to the open hole in the colony's side carefully.
The scrap was heavy and when it floated slightly, Wufei lost grip.
"Dammit, Po! Did you have to fidgit so much?" Wufei demanded hostily.
Through the helmet, Sally Po glared at the young warrior. "Hey, it was you who was losing grip!"
"Me?! I never lose grip. I am a martial artist."
"Artist? As if! You can't even hold a sharpnel still if you could!"
"Woman, don't start with me----"
The two were arguing with such a heat that they were unaware that the other officers in suits were listening since the comm links were together. They only looked at each other and then the two with a bewildered look, shared a few silent thoughts before resuming their work.
"...Quatre Reberba-Winner is back in his colony, working were his father left off...."
In the colony, at the headquarters of the Winner Residence and Corporation, Quatre was sitting down where his father's grand desk was. He was now wearing business-like suits and had to grow up much faster than he had initially thought when he pilotted the Gundam Sandrock.
Right now, he would rather fight a hundred mobile suits than sit in the big corporate chair and watch his life and career beaten to a fraction of an inch by his sisters, all of them, who were all yelling and demanding that he'd look into such and such matters.
"Quatre, why haven't you looked through the reports yet?!"
"Little brother, I'd really like it if you washed the dishes for a change---"
"Quatre! Dammit, why the hell haven't you been at the meeting yesterday?"
"Er, it would be nice to listen to me here..."
The blonde Arabian sulked farther and farther down the big chair. He practically had enough on his mind, let alone having his sisters stretch his brain cells into nothingness. Frankly, he wished he didn't have to run the corporation, but after years of neglect, he had no choice.
But right now, he felt like dozing off...
He fell off the chair, crashed to the floor, silent.
His sisters gathered around his fainted form. "Quatre!"
"...Trowa Barton is currently residing in L-3, on vacation..."
"Trowa, let me handle this!" Catherine Bloom cried, grabbing the picnic basket from a bewildered Trowa and huffed defiantly. "You are on vacation from the Preventers...why can't you just sit back and just enjoy it like any normal person would!!!!????!!!!"
He blinked, startled for a moment. How could she be family anyhow? Despite the close resemblance and the love of the circus, she was somewhat different. She was certainly a lot louder than Trowa and certainly acting much like a big sister would be; a big bully was more like the term.
He rolled his eyes as Catherince marched ahead.
This was going to be a long day.......
"...Duo Maxwell is back in L2 running a business with Hilde..."
"Duuuuuuooooooooooo!" Hilde shouted from down the street in front of their apartment as Duo tried sneaking his way off. "Duuuuuuooooooo! You forgot the bag and the list! Where do you think you're going, Mister God of Death?! Get your sorry ass back here......Duuuuuuuooooooooo!"
Duo started to run, trying to be released from Hilde's pitched voice which echoed down the entire street. How embaressing, having your girlfried yell after you about the groceries! Yet, in some psychotic sense, he secretly enjoyed it, having his own girlfriend yelling after him. For a brief moment, he had a fantasy, but then shook it off vigorously.
I am not doing the groceries! he told himself firmly.
He turned another corner from an intersection. Her voice had already died. He stopped and smiled triumphantly, leaning casually like the American classy guy he was. Ah, he had won yet again! It was the third time this week he got away with chores around the house, and he was feeling ultimately proud of himself. He started to stroll down the street, casually whistling, without a care in the world...
A girl popped up in front of him, big eyes and short hair.
"Ay-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi......Hilde! Hahahahahaha!" Duo laughed nervouly, scratching his hair and a sweatdrop appearing. "What a pleasant suprise....."
Hilde rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Duo! You left without this....." And so she began to spew about the grocery bags and the list and what he forgot. Duo looked like was going die immediately. As he began to leave, Hilde stopped him. "You're forgetting something," she teased.
"A smack at the head?" Duo asked.
She smiled and kissed him passionately.
Well, life can't be all that bad...can it?
"Where's Heero?" Relena asked.
Noin swallowed dryly. "Well..." she began.
Her eyes widened. "Heero? What's happened to him? Is he hurt?"
She shook her head. "Actually, he's in the L1 colony, doing some computer researching for the Preventers," she replied with good cheer. "He's been pretty damn useful to the Preventers, making sure that no one is hacking the lines. Until recently, that is. He's been going nuts just like the rest of the gang back at the lab. Someone of some people have been hacking through our lines and stealing information from us."
"I see," Relena said softly.
Noin leaned forward on her desk. "You have to regroup them again and bring them to Earth. This is important, Miss Relena, extremely important. They might be our only hope of stopping this entire situation from escalating."
"But, Miss Noin, shouldn't we negotiate first---?"
"Relena, listen to yourself. We don't even know who these people are," she pointed out. "I think the former Gundam pilots will be able to track these radicals down. Yes, we will try talking to them, as much as we can till both sides turn blue with no compromise...and if things get rough out there, the Preventers will be here to enforce the law."
~End of Chapter