----------------------------Gundam
Wing: Final Genesis------------------------------
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Prolouge:Times
of Trial~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It is the year A.C.
210. Peace has been achieved, and the colonies, as well as earth itself,
are thriving.
The government has evolved
into a democratic republic with the Preventers at it's side as the guardians
of peace and justice.
But something has changed.
The peace has been disturbed by numerous thefts and crime.
The events seem to be
connected, but no one can figure it out.
The Preventers are stumped,
the politicians furious, and the people are at risk.
I think it's time for
a hero...don't you?
The air outside Preventer
HQ was peaceful. As the bus came to a stop on the curb, the few people
waiting edged closer. Before they could get on, a large crowd squeezed
out. In this crowd one particular young man stood out. He could have been
either a tall fifteen year old, or just average at twenty. He seemed to
have a mission. This young man walked up the front stairs of the large
building in front of him, and looked behind himself, as if he didn't expect
to come out.
The officer on duty at the
front desk sighed from boredom. It hasn't been busy lately and everyone
was itching to do something. "Maybe some renegade Mobile Suits will be
discovered,and Commander Une will send me out on recon or something." She
quickly abandoned the thought and went back to watching a fly crawl up
the wall.
Back outside the young man
had made up his mind and walked into the lobby. Walking over to the desk
he saw that the officer was a young woman about eighteen years old. She
was staring intently at a fly which was just at the merge between the wall
and the ceiling. Taking a rubber band from his pocket he stretched it back
and let it go. The band flew up and deftly hit it's target. The fly. As
it plummeted toward the ground, the dead fly hit the officer on the forehead.
The apparently napping girl woke up startled.
"Huh??? What do you want?"
She growled.
"I was wondering if this
is where I sign up." Our friend replied.
"Uh, yeah. Answer these questions."
She said now recovered from the fly experience.
He nodded.
"Date of birth?" Was the
first question.
"December 23, A.C. 190."
he said.
"Place of origin?" She asked
next.
"New York, U.S.A.."
"Nationality?" The third
question.
"I was born in the U.S.."
Was the curt reply.
"First name?" She continued,
ignoring the comment.
"Race." He replied after
a short pause.
"Last?" The final question.
"Kushrenada." After a very
lengthy pause.
"I mean your last name."
She told him with a quizzical look on her face.
He just nodded again.
She stared hard at his face.
"Commander Une told me to send anyone by the name of Kushrenada straight
to her."
"No problem to me." He said
simply.
"It wouldn't matter if it
was." She said.
As she led him down the hall
to Commander Une's office, Race noticed something. There wasn't anyone
there.
"Isn't there supposed to
be people here?" He asked.
"They are all on call. We
try to keep a minimal staff, except for emergencies." She said.
Race didn't bother replying.
He knew it wouldn't get him anywhere.
"Here's Commander Une's office."
The officer finally said as they approached a door at the end of the hall.
When they entered, Commander
Une jolted upright.
"Trei...." She screamed in
shock, stopping herself before she could finish the word.
"My opinion exactly, Commander."
The officer said.
Race didn't say a word.
"Here's his file commander."
The officer said.
"Thank you, constable. You
may go." Commander Une said, flipping through the file. "Not much here."
She said.
"Where have you been hiding
that the Preventers don't have any info on you?"
"Around..." He told her.
"We need to know, or you
can't get in." She said.
"I was born in New York..."
He said.
"You already said that."
She told him.
"But spent the first fifteen
years of my life on L1." He continued, ignoring her slightly snappish tone.
"That's much better." She
said as she typed the information on to her keyboard.
"Then, a few years ago, I
stowed away on a shuttle headed for earth." He told her.
"That's all I need." She
told him. "I'll arrange for a transport to the L2 training station."
"Why L2?" He asked.
"It's the best. Preventers
have to be the best. But I knew your father. I'll call it a favor to him."
She said."I assume...he was your father?"
"Yes." He said.
"Excellent. Constable?" She
called into the intercom on her desk.
"Yes Commander?" The girl
who had brought Race in replied over the com.
"Come in." Commander Une
told her.
The officer came in and asked
Commander Une for her orders.
"I want you to escort Cadet
Kushrenada to the shuttle bay. Make sure he gets sent to L2 for intensive
training. Then report back." The commander said.
A surprised look came onto
her face. "Right away, commander."
As she escorts Race out of
the commanders office, the officer asks him a few questions of her own.
"Ok mister, what is your
relation to Treize Kushrenada and what are you doing here?" She demanded.
"Is this the way to the shuttle
bay?" He asked, ignoring her question.
"Yes." She said. "But..."
"Thanks." Race said back
as he ran down the hallway.
"Cadet!" She called after
him.
Race knew he could get into
trouble if he kept this up, so he stopped. "Yes?" He asked with a tired
accent in his voice.
She caught up to him quickly
and proceeded with her cross-examination. "Well?" She asked.
Race was exasperated. "Your
job was to show me to the shuttle bay. You've done that. Now I've got a
job to do, let me do it."
She was apparently taken
aback by Race's sharpness, not being used to new people not needing help.
Race sighed. "Sorry." He
said.
"It's ok." She replied quickly.
Race shrugged, and stepped
toward the shuttle.
"Wait!" She called to him.
"What now?" He replied gruffly.
"You need a badge." She told
him.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because they won't let you
in if you don't have one." She replied. "Just a moment." She told him as
she fiddled with her cell phone. "Commander Une?" She said into it. "Did
you give Cadet Kushrenada an ID badge? Yes right away." She pushed the
end button on her phone "It will be just a minute." She told Race. Then
she stepped over to a com port on the wall. "Just a second... There." She
said, handing Race a small copper colored badge. Race took it without a
reply. Then he jumped into the shuttle and punched activate. The exhaust
catch popped up and the engines ignited. The small shuttle had lift off.
Race felt much better once
he was in the air. He didn't care much for people, and the kind like her
were the worst. But he couldn't let things like that distract him, he had
a job to do. He configured the navicom to L2 and activated autopilot. Then
he leaned back to catch a few hours sleep. He had a long trip ahead of
him.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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