Disclaimer: I do not own gundam SEED, but I do own Towabara, Leslie, and Leo

Note: This chapter takes place when the Archangel is traveling in the ocean out of orb


Location: Panama base Living quarters

Time: 11 55

Tap… Tap… Tap…

"………………………….."

Tap… Tap… Tap…

"………………………………….."

Tap… Tap… Tap…

"GOD DAMN IT ORGA! CAN YOU STOP PACING AROUND THE DAMNED ROOM WITH YOUR FREAKIN TAP DANCING SHOES?!" Clotho roared, tearing his eyes away from the screen, unable to concentrate on his game.

The said pilot turned and fixed an angry glare at the redhead.

"For the last time, these aren't tap dancing shoes! And you'd pace too if you get to use your suit for the first time!"

"If you want to tap dance, go tap dance outside dammit!" Clotho retorted huffily, completely ignoring Orga's last comment..

Shani, snoring lightly on the couch, was completely oblivious to the bickering, probably because his mp3 was blaring at full volume and blasted out all other sound.

At that very moment, the door slid open, promptly ending the quarrel. An officer strode in, trying but failing to keep a straight face at watching the two extended entangled in each other's limbs in a weird parody of twister.

"Orga Sabnak, report to the briefing room at once." The officer laughed, shaking his head before leaving.

Orga, upon hearing the orders, heaved himself off Clotho, "Well excuse me now, its time for my big debut." He smirked, leaving the two behind.

The very moment Orga left the room, Shani's eyes snapped open, he glanced around the room quickly before laying his twin orbs at the redhead.

"What just happened?"

"Orga's gone to take his new mobile weapon out to tap dance." Came a quick reply, Shani nodded, before shutting his eyes again.


Time: 12 15

Location: Panama's briefing room

Orga strode into the room, his heart pounding with excitement. In just a short while, he can pilot his new MW to defeat the enemy! Then he would be able to compete with Clotho and Shani , who both scored 5 kills with Raider and Forbidden, making them instant aces! The only reason why he wasn't able to get a single kill was because he wasn't assigned any dutys, or an MS yet! "That's all gonna change…" he ferverently thought, wringing his hands nervously.

A Few minutes later, the commanding officer walked in, the room darkening as he did.\

"Welcome pilots. I am Captain Leslie Jamitov, and I'll brief you on today's operation, codenamed: Calamity." He announced, a screen showing a top down topographical map appearing behind him.

"There is a small floatilla of ZAFT warships passing by this area. We have reasons to believe that they are shipping a new MW which could be a severe threat to our forces. You mission would be to capture or neutralize this threat. You will be split into 3 groups, Red, Blue, Gold, 15 VTOLs will take up the bulk of alpha along with 3 of our new sky graspers. Blue team shall consist of the 12th MS team, 7 strike daggers with 3 mega bazooka launchers equipment. Gold team, comprising of 4 hand picked out of this group, shall only deploy 3 minutes after the rest have engaged the enemy."

The captain proceeded to pull out a pointer and circled some locations on the map.

"Red will do a flyby over the ships and bait out the mobile suits before bombarding the enemy ships. Blue shall hide in the nearby island forest and assault the enemy MS. Gold team shall assist Blue and concentrate on the capture or destruction of the new weapon, any questions?"

A hand shot up.

"Ensign Jenkins."

"Sir, wouldn't it be more effective if Blue were to be the main attack force and sink the ships before they can deploy the MW?"

"What you say is strategically sound, however, what the higher ups want to test out how our new weapon fares against theirs."

This caused murmurs of uncertainty to ripple across the room. Orga just gave a feral grin.

The Captain the pointed his pointer at several of the pilots, "Sabnak, Towabara, Leo, and Mitsukai, remain here, the rest are dismissed."

Slowly, the pilots, except the named ones left. Leslie smirked, though they did not look like much, he knew he had chosen well. Gesturing for them to follow, he led them to a large, heavily guarded cargo bay. Four large containers occupied the bulk of the space there.

"These, pilots, are your new toys." He spoke out, voice echoing around the room. Pushing a button on the wall, the shutters on the containers opened to reveal the majestic yet deadly war machines that lay inside.

"The GAT-X131, GAT-X613, and the ANW-X112. They are assigned to Orga, Leo and Mitsukai respectively." The captain announced, pointing at the units, the 3 of them saluted before heading to their respective MSes, Leaving Towabara standing, alone, with the captain.

"I suppose that unit is mine?" the young pilot asked, sizing the war machine up.

"Yes, It's all yours."

"I want to know though, why didn't you just announce its model number like what you did to the others?"

"You see, Corporal Towabara, this suit has no registration number, nor does it even have a name?"

"Why?"

"You are right to ask. You see, this suit is designed by DNA, a company that contributed much to the construction of the first natural OS. They had a group of very talented MS designers who drew up the design plans for this unit. Working with us, the EA, they managed to successfully build the unit. However, the whole design team all started to die, one by one, the moment it was built. Thus, it was never named…"

"DNA… Dad…"

"I'm sorry about the loss of your father… He was a great man."

"I got over it" the young pilot strayed from the conversation to stare at the suit.

"The Higher ups have decided that you be the one who name the suit." The captain added suggestively. It earned a small shrug from the pilot.

"You got 5 hours before the assignment, use it well" the captain finished before walking off, leaving the Ensign to his own devices.

As the captain walked out of the cargo bay, a small, sad smile spread across his features.

"The legacy of the Towabara family has been passed down… I hope you are watching your son from up there… Kintaro…"


Please review.

A/N: Constructive flames are acceptable. As this is my first fanfic, go easy on me will ya?