So, this is basically Nicol's life during the military, and during his surleave in the PLANTs. There will be about.... 30 chapters (discluding credits), however many there were with Nicol alive, this one is like a prologue, so 29 chapters. There will be a credits chapter at the end in proper, legal, essay format. Some quotes will be used, or as close to the real as possible, HOWEVER, this story will focus on the "behind" story as much as the known story.
It gets progressivly more interesting after chapter 3 (Episode 2: The Hill) and will become more intereesting as the story moves on. The events have some accuracy because I watch the episodes while I write. Please read and review!
I will place ZAFT OCs in the story (Earth ones need to be given before ch4) as BREIF SECOND people, like, someone delivering orders or something. I just need to know their name, hair style/color, eye color and male or female. I do not really need to know their position. First come, first serve. This will not be an OC story. But, if you give a request in a review before the next chapter, they will be in the mission.
Sorry if the first chapter (this one) is a little hard to follow. I did my best.
We are an elite team of soldiers, trained in self-defence, explosives, weapons and various other forms of warfare. We have received orders from the high council to infiltrate a supposedly neutral, Orb space colony known as Heliopolis which is home to a facility known as Morganrate. What we've been ordered to do is retrieve the prototype mobile suits from this facility and destroy the Archangel-class warship from inside.
I've just gotten to know these other guys that I'm now on a team with, save for Athrun, who I met at the academy. Athrun is my best friend, he was a rather kind individual, there is nothing really special about his personality, but I get along with him quite well. The other three guys, on the other hand were defiantly worth noting. Yzak Joule, our albino weapons expert (true fact), was easy to anger, strong willed, self-righteous and arrogant; he constantly competed with Athrun, always trying to best him – and normally failing. Our 'ladies man' is Dearka Elsman, he had no special talents, but he was pretty handy with a sniper and could provide excellent cover fire from the rear. He was vindictive, inappropriate and always found ways to provoke Yzak to become even angrier with people (mainly Athrun), and yet was the only one brave enough to stand by the hothead's side. He seems to be Yzak's counterpart, even in looks; he is just as handsome with tan skin that contrasts with his slick golden hair. The member of the team that prevents them from killing each other is Rusty Mackenzie; he serves as the mentor of our group. He is sociable, casual and inquisitive, never unquestioning of our orders (but the commander doesn't know that). He has the same blue eyes as Yzak, except his are kinder and less sharp; his red hair and faint freckles contrasts them well. I figured that his family never changed his parents' DNA so that his hair color would be unnatural, after all, only coordinators end up with 'strangely' coloured hair, like mine for example. I've never seen a natural with green hair and brown eyes… Oh, that's right; I've not introduced myself yet! My name is Nicol Amalfi, I'm fifteen years old (the youngest) and I am the explosives expert (true fact) of the team. I'm not really sure how people would describe me. I'm told, by Yzak, that I'm a coward, but I don't agree. I do empathize with the enemy; I don't view them as monsters, like most. I just want to protect the PLANTs and fight for my family's honour. I enjoy playing the piano and writing music… other than that, there's not much important about me.
"Hey, Nicol, snap out of it." Dearka slapped me rather hard on the back, "we've got a job to do, get ready." Dearka was already in his red and pale lavender pilot uniform with his helmet slung over his shoulder. I had zoned out for a moment, I was still standing in my pale sky spandex shirt and shorts, staring at the contents of my locker which contained my red uniform (red coat), pilot suit, music sheets and a picture of my parents. "Uh, yeah, of coarse," I stammered, a little embarrassed. I reached for the pilot uniform and put it on, listening to Yzak brag about how easy this mission was to be; "They won't know what hit them! Us sneaking in and stealing their precious mobile suits… this is gonna be a joke!" I wanted to say something but I didn't I just thought to myself, "You shouldn't jump to conclusions. The difficulty of a mission cannot be predetermined in full. We don't know what kind of defences they have in place," apparently I had made the statement aloud, and rather loud because I had caught Yzak's attention. Before he could retort, our commander, Rau Le Kreuze (actual spelling), openly agreed with my statement and advised Yzak to not be so reckless, it could get him killed, as I zipped up my suit and locked my helmet in place atop my head. We were then ordered to equip ourselves with the weapons we would need to carry out this operation. We were soon joined by four other pilots, green coats (average pilots), as they were called, in the locker room. They too put on their pilot suits and joined us in equipping ourselves with guns, grenades, knives and other oddities which we stored in heavy green vests, the same color as the green coats uniforms, that were zipped down the front and connected like a harness (like a mountain climbing harness) around the legs; each of us carried a large, fully automatic machine gun. The green coats were entrusted with an extra bag that contained a fairly large, timed explosive filled with highly C4 that was to be used to accomplish two things, a distraction and a way of destroying the targeted warship.
Once fully equipped and our strategies were re-explained we departed to the hanger where we were to board a small military passenger space craft that would move on impulse engines, undetectable to radar. I stared at the small craft loathingly for a moment. I could feel that this mission was to end badly.
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