Watching the battle unfold an old man closed his eyes and shuddered. As the white Mobile Suit glowed a vivid bloody crimson and the "horn" unfolded into a crown of gold, the old man frowned and gave a shuttering gasp.
"Are you ok, sir?" he heard to his left as he gazed down at the young woman looking at him in concern. "I am fine miss….just shaken at what is unfolding out there and what it means"
"And what does it mean?" Asked another of the group, one who just gave the known historical facts of the latest GUNDAM before them. The old man gave the group a sad smile and began speaking.
"What that machine means young man and what it is, is far more than simply a famous Mobile Suit class; While GUNDAMs are not the oldest mobile suit design, they are with out a doubt the most infamous."
Taking a seat he continued and the group listened is silence, "What you have to realize when it comes to GUNDAMs, is that they are far more different than other Mobile Suits, and I don't mean just in design." "The GUNDAM is a symbol and a herald for want of a better world of two things. Change and War."
"WAR!" cried the young brunet of the group, shaking at the thought.
"Yes my dear, war, time after time since the first GUNDAMs where Built is A.D. 2307 by Celestial Being (regardless of what others tell you) the GUNDAM class has been either the first shot fired or the weapon of last resort, and symbols of drastic change."
"How?" asked the young blond woman in purple, the old man raised an eyebrow at her presence, recognizing her at once.
"No one knows young lady" he answered with a slight grin, "The GUNDAM class has always been different than other mobile suits, some say they're alive in a way; not sentient but there is a consciousness to them, one pilot, I forget his name, once said ""You don't choose to be a GUNDAM pilot, your chosen."" I'd have to agree."
The group made a inquiring sound urging the man to continue, "Those that pilot the GUNDAM class have always be...different in one way or another, it is in their presence, the way they carry them selves and how others perceive them that sets them apart, a 'touch of destiny' some would say."
"Beyond that, the pilots of GUNDAMs have always be catalysts and symbols, victory and change often at the expense of them selves in either body, mind or spirit. I just hope that young one out there has the courage, the constitution, the conviction, and the faith to do what they are meant to do."
"What's that?" the large young man who until that point was silent asked.
"Well, that young man, only God knows for sure"
With that he became silent as an explosion drew the group's attention away form the old man, which was fine with him.
"I hope your ready young one, for you begin a journey that will change and mold you in ways you may not expect, understand, or desire, I just hope your will strong enough, just I hoped his was all those years ago."
This ran through the old man's mind as he grasped a tarnished pocket watch emblazoned with a simple globe exposed by a winged spear wearing a halo all in gold.