242 C.E.
The last Mobile Suit launch was 50 years ago, directed towards the nearest scrap heap. Peace between Naturals and Coordinators has lasted for almost a century, with the majority of humans being neither as they are a little of both. But you know what they say about peace. It's a funny state of affairs that inevitably leads to war.
KABOOM! We start with explosions. Four of them: One in the nation of New ORB on Earth. One in the last remaining military outpost on the Moon. One in the Mega-PLANT Kalendus Zero. And one in the space colony Neo-Heliopolis. Four explosions, all at once, but hundreds of miles apart.
A man smirked. The facial expression was hidden by the darkness he walked in, and not by the mask he wore which only covered his eyes. The doors opened with a gust of wind and dust that flew through his blonde hair.
The locks were disengaged, so his followers had done their job properly. The confirmation wasn't needed, but it came through his communicator anyways.
*KSHRZT*
"Blue Typhoon! PLANT Security disengaged!"
"Green Machine! ORB Security disengaged!"
"Red Rocket! Heliopolis Security disengaged!"
The masked man decided he should return the favor. He spoke as he strode through the wide open doorway.
"Gold Control! Moon Security disengaged!"
Security would be here at any moment, but by the time it got here they'd be hopelessly outgunned. A depot of sorts lay before Control. To his immediate front was a by-now-quite-outdated computer terminal, with an orb plugged into its center. Shooting the cover open, he yanked the softball-sized orb out of its socket and continued. This orb is the key; whoever holds it holds the power of the deadliest weapons ever known to humanity.
Kalendus Zero. The largest PLANT ever built, and home to millions of Coordinators and Naturals alike. Their genetic status didn't really make a difference to the boy mowing them down by the dozens on his way to the sealed depot deep within the third highest security base ever constructed, but the equal opportunity might comfort some. Bullets, knives, one poor guy even died by pitchfork (wherever that came from). The boy's purple hair was soon stained with blood, but he didn't seem to mind too much. If the smile on his face indicated anything, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Explosives were laid, and he glanced at his watch. He was a few seconds early.
Wait for it….wait for….3….2….1….go. KABOOM! As the doors swung open he spoke into his transmitter.
"Blue Typhoon! PLANT Security disengaged!"
He punched through the casing of a terminal and pulled out a pink orb, looking as if he had just pulled the heart out of another person's ribcage. This was the first part of the prize. The next lay just up ahead, hidden in the darkness of the facility. Mr. Blue pulled out a flare gun and shot it into the air, illuminating the depot that turned out to be a hanger. Standing before him was a sight not seen for the past 50 years. Behind the layers of dust lay the metallic sheen of a Mobile Suit.
On its shoulders it read: YGDL-X03 RAVAGER. Small in stature, it was designed for close-quarters combat. Its Hyper Phase Shift Armor left it impervious to almost any kind of weapon, and also glowed bright neon pink (the flashier the better for distracting opponents about to be shredded to bits). The most striking feature of the Mobile Suit, besides the color, must be its signature weapons: Two extendable arm-mounted Laser Chainsaw Katanas. These weapons were completely indestructible, even to antimatter weapons, and could pierce through HPSA like a pitchfork through human flesh.
Of course, this was all in the documentation. It had never actually been flown before. Mostly because hardly anyone actually knows how to pilot a Mobile Suit anymore, what with this peace thing going on. On top of that, the control systems for these weapons became so complicated that even legendary pilot Kira Yamato could barely figure them out. The Operating System needed to control them had to be developed and stored in a separate supercomputer; small orb-shaped supercomputers of varying colours that are, for some reason, held in terminals just next to the Mobile Suits.
The purple-haired boy pointed the orb towards the Suit and heard its antimatter engines activate. The RAVAGER's cockpit opened with a hiss, and to his delight, he saw that the inside was pristine despite its age. Hopping inside, the cockpit sealed up, and a circular spot on the console in front of him lit up. It didn't say "place OS orb here", but it was close enough. He dropped the orb on the spot.
The pink sphere rolled and shook, as it was awoken. An eerie light burst forth from its seams and basked the cockpit in its forbidden glory. Then, out popped two round ears and beady little eyes.
"Haro! Haro! Ha-RO! I am fine and so are you! For what reason did you wake me up?"
It spun around a bit, possibly for an observational reason, but more likely for no reason. The boy looked at it, wondering if this was according to plan. It bobbled around a bit more, before a voice echoed out of it again.
"I do not accept this! How dare you try to start another war! OS Lacus Clyne shutting down. Have a nice day."
The orb curled up and powered off. The cockpit went dark, as did the engines, leaving silence to fill the room. But not for long, as soon after the speakers inside the cockpit began emitting some sort of…elevator music?
In this quiet night, I am waiting for you. Forgetting the past and dreaming of you
Time passes by and memories fade, but love can't erase the love that we made
The purple haired boy didn't really know what to make of this. He lifted his transmitter and spoke.
"Um, sir…we have a problem. The Ravager is singing."