ZT: Hey! I started to post this before but, well, evil school got in the way… But now summer breaks here! Jumps up and down YAY! Anyways, I don't own Gundam Wing, but I do own LAVA and the OCs that show up, so no suing! My nickel won't get you far! I accept all reviews, even flames, just don't expect me to invite you to the barbeque if you light the pit, okay? Great! Now that that's settled, enjoy!

Fate Sucks

Prologue

Usually, it was quiet here. What with this being the head of New Oz base, there was no time for talk, just business. So, with the buzz of excitement flowing through the base, it was obvious that something big was about to happen. Some seemed excited, like something great was coming. Others were nervous, almost expecting the Gundam pilots themselves to show up at any moment. One thing was for sure: Whatever was coming, it was dangerous.

Then THEY came. The soldiers who saw them coming stopped what they were doing and quickly got out of the way. Though looks would render them harmless, these people sent chills down their spines. Many of the soldiers were almost convinced that these were the Gundam pilots.

But there were five Gundam pilot's, not four. And the pilots were all males, unlike this crew. So, they weren't the Gundam pilots, but the question of WHO they were was still at large.

The four stopped at a large door with the New Oz crest on it. The one leading the group knocked twice before the door opened. They walked in and stopped in front of a desk. A man at the desk gave them an annoyed look, "You're late."

The leader's face remained emotionless, "Gotta problem with that?"

The man inwardly flinched; he would have to remember whom he was talking to. "My apologies," he stated, "I let my temper get the better of me. I presume you are Hell Fire, the leader of LAVA?"

Hell Fire nodded, "And you are Commander Vingt, the leader of New Oz." It was a statement, not a question.

The commander tried to ignore the chill he was getting from this Hell Fire person. "I have a job for you."

Another mercenary dressed in black raised an eyebrow, "Really? I never would have guessed." The voice was cool and collected, not unlike how the commander imagined Gundam pilot 03 to sound. He guessed that this was the mercenary known as Dark Majic.

He cleared his throat and tried to keep his cool, "I do not trust my own men with this job; it is far too much for them to handle. A very reliable reference suggested your assistance in this matter."

"If it involves making someone disappear, we're the best," Dark Majic answered, the mercenary's voice not wavering from its cool tone.

"Really? Then perhaps we should move on to the test then," Commander Vingt suggested. Now it was time to see how well his source pulled through.

"A 'test'? What kind of 'test' did you have in mind?" one of the mercenaries asked, raising an eyebrow.

The commander overlooked the mercenary; her attire reminded him of a hot pink, skimpy version of the Peacecraft school uniform, "And you would be . . .?"

"The name's Sparkle. Now, what's this 'test' you had in mind?" she repeated.

He smirked, "Oh, nothing much. Just to see-" he pressed a button and twenty armed soldiers came in, "-how well you can handle sticky situations."

The soldiers opened fire. Without saying a word to each other, the four split up, each taking on five soldiers.
Sparkle moved swiftly and smoothly, looking like she was dancing through and around the soldiers. She stopped and grinned, "If you can't dance, then get off the stage!" The soldiers collapsed with multiple bruises all over their bodies.

Hell Fire moved like a blur through the five soldiers, taking them out in a fashion that would have made the perfect soldier proud. When finished, Hell Fire looked at the unconscious soldiers in disgust, "Child's play."

Dark Majic disappeared before the soldiers' eyes. "Was that magic!" some of them wondered aloud. Suddenly, there was a whistling noise from behind. The five turned around just in time to receive a face-full of pipe, shaped like a magician's wand, each. The mercenary twirled the wand, "No, it's Dark Majic!"

The last of the four mercenaries was having fun pounding in the faces of four of her five soldiers. Then she turned to the last one and cringed, "EWW! Why do I always get the fat guy?" The soldier took a hesitant step backwards as she stepped towards him. He shakily held up his gun. She grinned, "BOO!" The soldier yelped and dropped his gun. With another grin, the mercenary said, "Make you a deal: Gimme those donuts and I won't hurt you." The soldier nodded and quickly gave her his box of Dunkin' Donuts.

Vingt gave the four a short applause before beginning again, "Spectacular! I never thought that there would truly be a team fit for this, but it seems I was wrong."

"You better believe you were! As long as we four are alive, there is a team fit for ANYTHING!" Sparkle exclaimed.

"So I see," said Vingt, "However, there is still one more thing I must know before I can hire you." He held up a copy of the team's profile, "It says here that there should be five of you."

Hell Fire shrugged, "It hasn't been updated yet."

"I see . . . well then, it would be an honor to have you as part of New Oz," Vingt said, offering his hand to Hell Fire who shook it.

"Great!" Sparkle exclaimed. She turned to the mercenary who had taken the donuts. She was munching away on them. "Hey Desert Rose," Sparkle said, "We got the job!"

"WYAYH!" she cheered through a mouthful of donut. She turned to the soldier who she took the donuts from and knocked him out.

Vingt sat back down and sorted through the papers, "And now for your mission-"

Desert Rose ran up to the others, "Great! My favorite part of the job!"

She received a pair of rolling eyes from Hell Fire, "The mission IS the job, you idiot!"

"I know that! I meant finding out what the mission is!" Desert Rose retorted.

Dark Majic sighed, "Ignore them. Proceed."

Vingt began again, "As I was saying, now for your mission. I suppose it goes without saying that you four have heard of the Gundam pilots and the problems the original Oz had with them in the past. You may have also heard of the destruction of the Gundams after the revolt by L3X-18999 was thwarted." Up to that moment, the four looked as if they were hearing old news, "However, what you may NOT have heard of is the fact that shortly after we established New Oz, the Gundams all of a sudden made an appearance!"

The group seemed only mildly surprised by this new piece of information. Desert Rose swallowed her last donut and grinned, "Don't worry; if those rookies try ANYTHING that makes us feel suspicious, or even not suspicious, we'll . . . 'disarm' them the way we know best."

Vingt smirked, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

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