Prologue: War never Changes

Here it is, my Gundam fanfic.

Ever since the original Gundam series debuted on Toonami I was a diehard, Zeon fan because of the cool mobile suits, mainly the Zakus, with their gritty appeal and the sympathetic POV which for villains was fresh and new to me at the time in contrast to the black and white morality of Star Wars. I was especially overjoyed with the release of the PS2 game, "Zeonic Front." As time went on I saw Zeon not just as cool and sympathetic "bad guys," but as Shakespearean heroes whose ideals if accepted would've lead to a less bleak, future for humanity. And the denial of those ideals in favor of dirty bureaucrats is the overall reason the UC is cursed with constant wars, with or without Zeon. I find it very tragic that those ideals were never realized long after Gundam Unicorn. So in the long run, I realized that in context, the Gundams and their pilots were not heroes, but glorified pawns of the status quo, after all what system doesn't exploit the ideals and dreams of young people. All the UC Gundam heroes do is solve one problem and create another, one beam rifle, blast at a time.

But to quote V for Vendetta, "beneath these chunky plates of titanium there is more than circuitry, minovsky particles and a meat nugget, there is an idea Gundam, and ideas are beam-proof!"

So, for all you fellow Zeon fans, I bring you an end to the tragic tale of Zeon, and my own revolution against Gundam's status quo.

War, war never changes . . .

Ever since the first human realized its own sentience and its inherent capacity to create and annihilate, the human species has long held a near perverse, obsession with spreading ideas and using them to achieve its ambitions and dreams.

Ideas spawned by great minds would give birth to philosophies. Philosophies would give birth to cultures. And civilizations would rise from ideals to uphold them.

But as a side effect, man's ego would compel it to wage wars to conquer and force its ideals on one another, only to inevitably fall defeated from the decay of an idea or the might of a higher one. But ideas cannot die; they endure long enough to be revised, corrupted or invalidated. But war never changes.

After more than two millennia of wars and developing civilizations had left the earth scarred, the most phenomenal turning point in human history occurred in the year of 2045. The Universal Century: the end of the anno domini calendar and the dawn of a new era that marked mankind's ascension to the stars in giant, cylindrical space colonies called Sides. Man would venture from its native world towards the final frontier to find new places to live and die.

However, wherever man goes, its destructive hubris will follow, and even new ideas that are benign in principle can be perverted as propaganda for malice and war.

Zeon Zum Deikun: the Prime Minister of the most distant colony cluster of Side 3 and one of the greatest minds of the Universal Century proposed a set of ideas that he hoped would forge a bright future for humanity. He believed that earth; mankind's home world, should be held sacred and left untouched to recover from the ravages of man's wars and ambitions. Another was that the colonies should be independent from the established Earth Federation government. The last of his proposal was the new type theory. A theory of human evolution in which humans would develop a sixth sense and untapped potential of the mind to adapt to space and deepen human empathy and understanding; a theory that would become a proven fact in years to come.

However Zeon's ideals threatened the status quo set by the powers that be, and those he trusted had more sinister interpretations of his ideas.

In the wake of the fateful year of 0079, after a series of economic sanctions against the colonies by the Earth Federation, Zeon suspiciously passed away and his trusted advisor Degwin Sodo Zabi succeeded him as ruler of Side 3. Renaming Side 3 as the Principality of Zeon, the Zabi family declared a revolutionary war against the Federation utilizing the most amazing war machine ever forged by human hands: the mobile suit.

In the first month of what would be remembered as the One Year war, Gihren Zabi the eldest son of the Zabis twisted the late Zeon's ideals into a doctrine of spacenoid supremacy and heinous war crimes were committed on both sides, from nuclear slaughter by the Federation, to Zeon's gassing of a colony and dropping it on earth in a failed attempt to eliminate the Federation's headquarters in Jaburo, South America, devastating Sydney Australia instead. Half of humanity was extinguished as a result.

People were horrified by the atrocities committed in the name of independence, so horrified that both sides prohibited the use of weapons of mass destruction, prompting the Zeon invasion of earth.

At that point the war was in Zeon's favor, until the day a boy from Side 6 had a destined encounter with a prototype Federation mobile suit of immense power to end wars known as the Gundam. Utilizing the power of the Gundam he turned the tide of the One Year War war in the Federation's favor culminating in Zeon's defeat and the death of nearly the entire Zabi family.

Zeon's ideals however were so deeply ingrained in the minds of the space colonists they refused to give up fighting for freedom. But the original meanings of Zeon's ideals were lost to the late Gihren Zabi's hypocrisy. And the Federation, fearing the newfound existence of New types and their potential to supplant the old humanity, had New types exploited for military purposes.

From time to time, the fires of revolution would rise from the ashes of Zeon's defeat, only to be extinguished by the folly of their tainted ideals and leadership, and the might of the lineage of Gundams tasked with Zeon's destruction. Every Zeon rebellion has failed, while humanity's potential has been kept stagnant and rotten by the Federation's corruption in a tragic cycle of repetition . . . until now.

The year is UC 105, five years after Side 3: the former Republic of Zeon has forfeited its independence to the Earth Federation. The last Zeon rebellion over the artifact known as Laplace's box has left the Earth Federation stooped deeper in the abyss of corruption than ever before, and has bled the economies of most of the colonies dry.

In the shadows of the corporate Side 4 colony of Prometheus, a spark of entropy will disrupt the similarity of fate, and set in motion a chain of critical events that will forever change the cycle of despair, with all the hopes and dreams of Zeon, and mankind's destiny riding upon the shoulders of a single life.

Sorry to any of you Fallout fans who feel insulted, couldn't resist the Ron Perlman narration. I felt it fit so well, since Gundam and Fallout preach practically the same thing about war.

Anyway the date is set in UC 105, around the events of the debatably canon, novel: Hathaway's Flash. FYI it's twenty-six years after the One Year War and nine years after Gundam Unicorn. I'm still new to fanfiction, so if you like this, R&R, and let me know how paragraphs are arranged nowadays. Ciao baby!