Hello, everyone, sorry for dropping off the face of the earth. But after some time I felt that I didn't do the story justice. Therefore I removed the older updates and replaced them a revised version as well as newer chapters to give it more depth. I finally feel that with this I can really accept the events and character growth that happens throughout the story. I hope that you all enjoy I Order You! 2.0 lol.

Just for knowledge purposes, this fan fiction will somewhat follow and not follow the event so if MSG00.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the clothes on my back, as well as the canon divergence of MSG00. All the characters and setting belongs to the crew who brought us this master piece of an anime: Director Seiji Mizushima, Story/script: Yousuke Kuroda et al.

A.D. 2301 Krugis Republic

"This battle is a holy war in the name of God." Announced from a static transmission

Behind a wall sat a boy head down, knees crossed up against his chest; his slender arms embracing his only weapon. The sun shone brightly above him. A single bead of sweat slid down the young man's face.

The sound of a machine's mechanical whirring engine moving signaled that it was close. Adrenalin pumped throughout the boy's body. As he raised his head, golden brown irises swiftly shifted to the right followed by a quick sprint to the opening between two disintegrated walls. With a twitch of his trigger finger rapid rounds sounded the air until it was out sanged by an explosion fifteen feet behind him. The shock wave threw him across the sanded street.

"By dying in battle we shall be led into the presence of God."

Struggling, he got up and ran to grab his gun in one desperate motion. Up against another wall, panting; he rose his head and noticed a doll, gifted with a maroon Victorian dress and bonnet lined in velvet. How easy it would be to just walk out and accept his fate. How easy would it be to just put down his gun and sleep. It would be extremely easy.

But he did no such thing..

Shaking his head, he internally berated himself for drifting to such thoughts in his current situation. Now was hardly the time to think of anything, but his survival. He would have had scoffed if not for his current situation and instead inverted his eyes from the doll.

'in this world there is no god'

Letting his head fall down after the thought. He had dealt with the pain and grievance of losing people who he deemed close. It wasn't anything new, in his line of work. He had become numb to the sensation that always grappled at his feet; the ever so consuming guilt that it wasn't him how was left behind...But he envied the fallen one the most. Why was that?

' There was no hope for him.'

He thought about the foolish heroism back then with his friends. They all said that they would accomplish this together and fight for their freedom, fight for their future, fight for each other, but it was all for naught. He was left alone to finish what they started, alone.

In the distance missiles launched, rocking the war machine behind him. Turning around the massive mobile unit spotted a certain boy with amber eyes and aimed with its built-in machine-gun. A streak of light passed through the death stick, allowing the model to fall. And in the spur of the moment when the child was frozen with fear. His life flashed before his very eyes.

All around him, the large suits began falling down one by one. With the efficiency of a blade, the streams of light had smothered the enemy.

But the most unbelievable thing happened, and the child caught sight of it. The entity in the sky had 'wings' made of heavenly green light. The warm light that seemed to have extend for millions of miles; it slowly turning to face him. His eyes widen at fear and disbelief but a different emotion flashed through his eyes. Just a single unit was able to eradicate all the others. That single beam of light was enticing. It was a warmest he had ever felt since the peace within his mother's arms.

He was taken out of his stupor when the entity flew away 'away on its heavenly wings' and for a minute he wished ha could do the same...

A.D. 2306

Lieutenant Graham Aker, age 26 blond hair, green eyes, height 180 cm and the rest are classified. When small he was fascinated at the concept of flying. Thus perusing his dreams he enlisted into the Union army. Superior to the other pilots he rose in rank exponentially. When in his courses, he had no need to integrate into the social hierarchy, as they were all idiots...Most were at that point. He had met few outstanding individuals within his scholarly days. They still kept in contact even as they all led their different lives. As reputation became bigger and more outstanding, he was promoted as the youngest lieutenant within the history of the academy.

His influence growing and he know it, it's just a matter of time.

They landed on the deserted ground. Supposedly aerial shot had taken pictures of suspicious activity within this region of the desert. Under no circumstances would anyone venture this far into the desert. After the civil war within the Krugis Republic, the action above ground had cause bowel movements within the earth, and it was just a matter of time before the whole kingdom caves into the hole. Not to mention the massive sandstorms that surround the area, makes it extremely uninhabitable. How such a sovereign nation had flourished out here was a farfetched possibility in itself.

After the helicarriers circled the kingdom a few times, it had landed within the heart of the royal palace.

"Aw man look at this place it screams horror movie doesn't it?" Stated a soldier that jumped down from his mobile latter. Raising his hand to provide his eyes some shade from the burning light.

In which another soldier retorted with:" I've heard stories about this place from my cousin who does mission trips and came here once. He said that late at night you can hear the screaming voices women and children as they faced their death." The surrounding soldiers snickered at the dismay of the pale-faced man.

"Charles, stop messing with the new recruit. I don't need anyone too afraid to go piss by themselves. Besides, the only horror we are going to be facing would be Anderson's stinky feet if you all don't make camp soon." said Graham

That had gotten a laugh out of the soldiers before they all replied with a 'Yessir!'

After separating some soldiers to make the camp, Graham and the others decided to go scout out the dead city.

" I want four men teams on each street, we'll search till it's dark and restart tomorrow, Hopefully we'll find someone or something by the end of Thursday, that means three days to search. If you come by anything suspicious happens at all, that flare there is for you to alert us." They all saluted and in unison answered a "Sir!" Before splitting into groups and running off. Graham along with his three members Richard, Jack, and Nicolas, went through house after house never finding a hint of human life.

His opinion of the destroyed village never changed. Although, upon seeing the devastating state of the small town he felt guilt bubble up in his stomach. The sole thing that he sought to protect-the innocent, the people of the world, justice-was left unguarded for too long and was destroyed by war. He searched the town with his grim face, and observing all that is left of the peaceful place.

As the search found no fruit, and night fell upon them, they all sat around a campfire with their sleeping bags laid out behind them. Chattering amongst the group kept the atmosphere lively, Graham however felt something amiss. A hundred yards behind them were their FLAGS; loaded with their personal belongings inside the cockpit. While conversing with his underlings he heard rustling by the FLAGS. He had made a few rounds around camp just to calm his instincts before sitting back down. The thoughts weighted in his mind, but as sleep clouded his mind he made one last round around the camp before he allowed himself to succumb to the standardized tent.

The next morning he awoke to hard hushed whispers out in the camp.

"Shhh! Guys shut up the lieutenant is waking up if he finds out about it we'll-"

"Find out about what?" asked Graham as he awakens and slides out from his bag.

"Oh uh...N..nothing. Yeah! Nothing… uh..Sir!" nervously answered a soldier-Billy was his name. The man's hand was scratching the back of his head and awkwardly smiled.

Curious Graham moved past the frantic Richard and to the soldier behind the large American. He stood intimidating a younger and lanky soldier. He felt bad for bullying his newer recruits, but time's wasting. He made a mental note of apologizing later, but now he felt as though they were in trouble.

"Soldier! Report!"

Hesitating, the young man looked behind Graham then back to him, and then finally giving up, "Sir! Reporting! At 500 hours Steven Tillman woke up to sleep in his cockpit, however when we woke up he was unconscious on the floor without his aid on him sir!

He was attacked Sir!"

Surprised as they are. To be able to beat a man weighing roughly 87 kg, and being armed to top it all off. The person must not be underestimated. The blond lieutenant was directed to the victim of the attack.

The man sat on a rock, and sported a broken nose, as well as a black eye. Standing to attention, the man-Steven-saluted him.

"Sir!"

"Mind telling me, why such a burly soldier as yourself got your ass handed to him on a silver platter?"

"I didn't see sir! I was getting cold and wanted to go sleep in my FLAG when I was suddenly attacked by the perpetrator. I was half asleep and I couldn't react fast enough. However, I did hit him if only it was a little. Then the bastard took my gun and threatened to kill everyone if I had called for backup, and then he hit me in the face a few times knocking me out."

" Thank you soldier, at ease," then he turned back to his platoon, and continued, "

When we get back to eagles nest, we will be increasing the training regime ten fold. I want to make sure this doesn't happen again is that clear!"

He heard groans about the training but a glare from the lieutenant straightened their backs.

"Sir, yessir!"

Graham ordered the emergency search for their missing perpetrator. Slipping into his equipment, he journeyed out into the abandoned city. His guard was high and kept communication on as well as ordering his soldiers to do so. He didn't expect any form of resistance but on the other hand, they were on unfamiliar territory. He couldn't have any moments of hesitation nor driftless thoughts for the safety of him and his men.

Bringing his attention back to the present, he ordered for a report from his groups. H couldn't help but think about the skill that the perpetrator had to be able to knock out one of his soldiers. He had personally trained them to be one of the best, and yet...That was besides the point, imagine if he had that kind of talent on his team, it'd be one step closer to reaching his goal. Nonetheless, he won't be losing anybody on this mission.

Soran Ibraham, age 16, golden-brown eyes with. Started his day like usual, wake up, get dressed and go hunting for breakfast. He walked through the city alone, for seven long years. His people have long been dead, his friends, family, neighbors massacred by the robotic suits.

He knew everybody in his village. Over there by the water fountains was where the children of the nice old lady across the street used to play. There, in the alley way, was where the thugs who used to beat him up would sit and smoke all day. That house over there by the fallen roof is the house of that old lady who always gave him the free apples, when he would run into town to buy ingredients for his mother. There and there, he remembers that that's where his father and him played. And on the porch his mother would yell "Honey! Sou! Come and eat!" And along with his father they would run into the house and eat on that dinner table. But they're gone now he had killed them. That feeling lost forever.

He often secretly visited his house after the 'initiation'. The first thing that disappeared was their smell. The calming scent of aloe from his mother and the smell of comforting metal and musk from his father; next was their voice. He remembers the song that his mother sung for him. Although the song depicted horror, his mother sung it with soft gentleness that made it appear as a sorrowful song. Even now he sings it in the darkness when the past brings its memories to haunt him. His thoughts were now focused on the song and it's tune.

House after house, block after block, district after district; only to find desert scavengers picking at a limp body of their own kind. He hummed the melody and mouthed the words. Disgusted after resurveying the town from the north district to south to east and west, he arrived home.

He would do nothing but search for canned foods in abandoned houses and if he finds anything, he would bring it to the foot of the Rocky Mountain that hides his country. He had made living quarter within the mountain's deep catacombs. In there were an abundance of fish and freshwater from the mountain. Seven years and he had made this his home. His home was no longer the broken city beyond the towering rocky visage.

It was the solid structure itself that protected Soran from harsh currents. It was the rough exterior that kept Soran warm through the colder nights and the safe from the outside horrors.

At the base were crosses dug deep into the ground, carved on them were the names of his people. Not a day has been forgotten, where he would walk to the fifty-sixth row and pass seventy-two crosses; stand between two graves. Carved on them were foreign characters forming: Isaac Ibraham and Mary Ibraham in its own understanding. The site was his way of atoning for his sins. The song sung by his mother resounded in his head. Closing his eyes he envisioned his his memory.

"A storm is loosed upon the sea
Whose eye is stained with tears.
A wretch Hell-bound and bent on blood,
the makings of the fearful's fears."

Soran laid on his mother's lap. He felt her hand caress his head and comfortably smooth out his natural bed-head. He was anxious that day. His father had yet to return from his job at the mine. He was so worried that the mine itself tempted him to follow it's beckoning. The day was dark and dreary, the explosion sounded out a while back. His mother made him stay back with her, whereas the other wives ran towards the mine. She coerce him to relax and believe in his father. He did, and laid down. She sung the song with passion and love. He then felt that everything was going to be alright, and it was, they all came back with only minor injuries.

Soran stood still for what would seem like for hours was ten minutes before walking off. He continued to walk until he felt a slight tremor shake past him. Curiously sneaking past the graves until he witnessed a similar robot that killed his people seven years prior. The said machines held people inside. Soran found himself stalking a group of four, 'what are they looking for?' He thought to himself, careful to not make a noise.

Night soon fell as he observed them from afar behind a bolder, 'maybe they're back? What if they want to find and kill the rest of the survivors, so what happened can't be justified?' Suddenly, his wrist were grabbed and twisted behind his back; face shoved against the rocky surface.

"Oh you're just a kid... hey boy, where's your parents," he added as he tugged harder on the Kid's arm "you shouldn't be out past your curfew or else you'll be pun-"

Soran tried to move but he was pinned to place by the large man behind him. His face was forced into the hard rough surface of the rock and his haired pulled.

" Feisty little guy aren't you? Tell me or else I'll bring you to the group and we can interrogate you that way or...I can just break you neck here." said the man as his hand gripped the back of Soran's neck. His voice was so close to Soran's ears that he can feel the warm breath of the soldier.

" Where are the others, and how many of there are you? It's your fault that I had to come out here anyways, fuckin' hate the summe-"

Interrupted by a swift kick to the groin, the soldier groaned in pain and gripped the thin neck tighter. Getting him another kick in the groin. As the man fell to his knees; the attack was followed by a heavy elbow to the face. Soran can hear the crack of the man's nose, but he didn't care; more like he couldn't care, not right now. Intuitively he was moving on adrenaline and it all happened so delivered another elbow to the man's head which knocked the man unconscious. Perplexed by his situation, Soran grabbed the gun in it's holster and ran back to his home.

The groups were coming back to the same street more often than they used to, which troubled Soran greatly. Fortunately, he arrived at his hide out safely, and was careful not to bring unnecessary company. Finally, he laid sprawled out on the floor and closed his heavy eyes.

Two days Soran spent inside hidden, thinking of their motive. He noticed that they weren't marching around now, so he decided to venture out; to see if they're truly gone. As he heard footsteps around the corner he rushed around a different corner only to bump against the same soldier, who with an iron grip, held his lanky wrist.

"Caught ya, now time for payback' whispered the man as his hand rose over his head

Soran clench his jaws, waiting for impact, but it never came. Slowly opening up his eyes; he saw a golden halo that rested on yellow hair that caresses a slim face. Grass-green eyes and instantly a charming frown.

As Graham was walking down the street he heard struggling in the distance, he ran up two blocks and looked down an alley. He instantly saw two shadows struggling. A smaller figure is being held by the bigger figure, however an arm rose up into a fist. No matter the reason, they were on high alert; they should know that having a fight within their teams could leave opening, and cause liabilities to occur. Graham shook his head and sighed, as he walked over he heard harsh whispers. It wasn't until he got closer that he noticed something weird.

The second figure is way too small to be one of his soldiers, a survivor?

He swiftly sprinted and grabbed his soldier's arm, stopping the attack, paying no attention to him as he pushed the man to the side to get a good look at the survivor.

Examining the young boy, Graham noticed he had wavy mid-length black hair tied back into a tail caressing his slender tan skinned face. High cheekbone holding on to sunken cheeks with a straight long nose stood, maring his visage with childlike-innocence. Yet beautiful golden eyes looked up to him with far more than what a typical child his age should know.

The image of a rough bearded man who kills wanderers for a living was shattered in an instant, by this weak young boy who looks no older than thirteen.

"Shounen, tell me your name" no reply, "I-" he was interrupted by the soldier he threw on the ground.

"He's the one who attacked me the other day." and continued on "I just wanted to help him and yet he attacked me! punish him!"

Amusing as it is, Graham Aker was vexed. Right now he is interrogating the boy and by the look on the Krugian he realizes it too, however his soldier doesn't know when to shut up. He thought more of his soldiers, but yet, they weren't actually his, just jocks who thought only of themselves. "Quiet! If he did attack you, shouldn't you get punished for being ousted by a mere child? If you have so much free time to go clubbing every night shouldn't you instead train like you're supposed to, so this wouldn't happen?"

Speechless, Steven stood up, saluted and walked elsewhere, glaring at the young boy.

" Now let us continue. what is your name?" no reply again, a sigh came out of Graham's mouth, "I'm only doing this for your own good do you understand?" The boy stood still until he shook his head and turned around. In the process of running away, the boy's hand was caught by the soldier's.

The boy shook his head, just then, Graham realizing the question that should have been asked first, "Do you know Japanese? Shounen?" He glared at Graham before struggling to escape again.

The boy's head tilted to the side, ' Of course not Graham he's been here his whole life!' thought Graham. Another question was asked, "do you know how to speak at all?" a questioning look before the boy bit the hand that held him and ran out of the alley.

'Damn it!'

There was a struggle, surprised at how strong the teen seemed. But he could only do so much damage with those malnourished arms. Despite that claim, it was not his strength that surprised the soldier, but the quick and accurate attacks from the young boy. It was obvious as to what the boy was trying to do. Hit his pressure points and he almost looks graceful at some moments. However, Graham was used to these type of attacks, and there was hardly any force behind the movements.

Easily shifting just a tad bit so the hit landed within close range to Graham's pressure points, but not directly causing any real harm. The onslaught continued and the nimble movements of the lad continued to surprise him. The boy was surprisingly acrobatic, and swift and agile. So far the boy was able to parry his punches and counter-attack with one of his own.

After a few minuets or two, the young boy had backed off a few feets and was panting. Graham was in a similar state-if not just a little bit more tired, but you wouldn't hear him admitting that. Ah...the power of youth.

It stopped when the ebony haired teen was pinned down on the ground, his body spread out under Graham, his bony arms were held above his head by Graham's iron grip, both panting at the struggle. Graham then laughed at his victory. He watched the young boy beneath him wriggle in attempts to escape.

As he stood up, bringing the boy with him-arms cuffed at his back of course- he took out his communicator out from his pocket and spoke into it.

"I've got a civilian, meet up at base to debrief." a large smile as he turned down towards his found survivor.

When he began dragging the kid he heard a deep growl from the darken shadow of the alley. Golden iris multiplied and locked onto the two figures. The growling intensified and snarls grew in viciousness.

"Go!" was all the Graham reacted to before the dogs leapt out from the shadows.

End of Chapter One

Chapter 2: Innocent-like Wonder.

Please read and review please, I am really curious if this new installment is getting you all just as excited as I am. Until next time then...don't worry, it won't be long.