Well, guess I should say this up front. I own both Gundam 00 and Vandread. I am the creator of two amazing giant robot anime. I am a fool who squabbled all my money on sex and drugs and am now a total and utter liar.
To be honest this is my first fanfiction. I have always thought of mixing Gundam 00 with another series and have found that Vandread is the most appropriate option. I do not own either series and if I did I would have fused them years ago. Hope you enjoy.
After the end of the war between Celestial Being and The Federation, culminating in the destruction of A-Laws and the Innovators, the world truly became one. Under the leadership of Marina Ismail, the remaining independent nations joined together with the Federation, disbanded all armies, and focused the resources of the entire world on creating a lasting peace. All mobile units with the exception of the four Gundams and the supercomputer Veda were annihilated, along with the information related to designing them as well as all data pertaining to GN drives or Innovators. What remained of Celestial Being's members continued to aid the world from the shadows, as Aeolia Schenberg planned. Their various talents were necessary for replacing the Innovators in preparing mankind for space expansion. As for the Gundam Meisters, well, their fates were already decided.
Allelujah, Lockon, and Marie chose to continue military interventions with Sumeragi. Feldt and the Vashti family helped design ships that would later be used to escape our solar system. Lasse succumbed to his disease, content with the new world. Saji, overjoyed to finally have Louise back in his life, restored the plan to build a solar elevator in the Middle East, with Louise at his side.
Setsuna and Tieria were never found after that final battle. With Ribbons Almark, the leader of the fake-innovators, dead, all obstacles hindering Celestial Being's creator Aeolia Shenberg' final plan were eliminated, and the two Meisters aimed to complete it. Through the use of Gundam 00's Twin Drive system and Seraphim's Trial System, they simply made the entire Innovator mothership "disappear," without rhyme or reason as to why they did so.
Centuries later, even with the sacrifices of Celestial Being and Katharon, humanity nearly wiped itself out. Earth began to die, the atmosphere consisting of the most potent poison; the Solar Elevators acting as both homes for what little remained of humanity and engines to try and repair the planet. Colony ships were nearly complete, however they lacked the power source required to sustain a large enough population to colonize planets and escape the planet's decaying atmosphere.
When all hope was lost, a massive crystal was spotted leaving Jupiter on a course towards Earth. It stopped above the colony ships, pulsing a calming sapphire aura. It split in two, one entering the largest colony ship, the Ikazuchi, and the other fusing with the Orbital Elevators, powering the remaining colony ships. This crystal would be referred as the Paeksis, an entity of pure energy.
Mankind, on the brink of death, immediately launched the colony ships in multiple directions, branching out far and wide into the galaxy. Anno Domini had ended. Colonization Era had begun.
It is unknown when the schism occurred, but at some point the crew of the Ikazuchi split into two age old factions: men and women. The ship was literally divided in two, the women choosing to colonize the green world of Mejare and the men the desert world of Tarak. Their leaders, long-lived, became known as Grandma and Grandpa, the first generation, and chose to continue their conflict for a century via propaganda, hiding the truths about their sexes.
Men, typical of their warlike nature, illustrated women as man-eating harpies, representing chaos and death, the only hope being the militaristic Taraak Empire. A three level hierarchy was designed, descending from the elite to workers. Each class was required to devote their lives to combating women.
Women, typical of their improvident nature, lived lavish and frivolous lifestyles. They challenged each other in everything from technology to beauty to gardening. Resources are wasted away for such games, leading to all from massive blackouts to life support systems failing across colonies.
In between either force, stands Magno's Pirates, an organization of female space pirates who, though generally racist towards males, plague both sexes.
As the ever-beating drums of war sound cross planets, a deformed and hungry beast edges its way through the darkness of space. Red eyed and steel fanged, this beast sifts its away from planet to planet, devouring everything in its path. A pestilence, it leaves nothing behind, not even the ground it's prey walked on. Mankind, distracted by the drums, rekindles a practice that for centuries no word was known for. But, on the horizon, three familiar emerald lights fall through the void, and, with them, a Celestial King's weapon against war. Gundams.
Those words stung in "Grandpa's" mouth. A chilling breeze shook his old bones as he watched his nephew disappear over the horizon. He feared for Hibiki, feared to send the young man into a strange world all alone. He'd experienced the treatment third class citizens suffer in the capital first hand.
Shrugging, the old man returned to his garden. Hibiki was foolhardy and unpredictable; he'd be just fine. His big mouth would get him beaten, but at least they'll respect him for fighting back.
The old man strode through his garden, occasionally shifting a shrub's leaves or stopping to feel the dirt. Terraforming this planet had been inconceivable when they'd first arrived, but steadily by steadily he'd brought life to these barrens. As he gazed around his garden he found a golden blossom poking its way up between two shrubs.
He also found a very human shadow cast upon it.
Turning around, he was not surprised to find a young man standing behind him. He took a deep breath at his visitor's appearance, never completely comfortable around him.
Wavy violet hair hung just above his shoulders, on which he wore a matching jacket. The upper-thirds of his shirt was the same; the lower, white, with an emerald diamond in the center. Below, he wore a pair of white and light blue pants. His crimson eyes stared through large glasses past the old man.
"Was that him?" Questioned the stranger."Yes." The old man looked back over his shoulder at the Capital. "Hibiki Tokai. Child of Lord Grandpa and Lady Grandma, and my nephew."
The stranger nodded, "He looks like a fool."
Laughing, the old man replied, "Well, I guess you can blame me for that."
Turning back to the stranger, "It has been a long time, Tieria. You haven't changed a single bit."
"And you look just as old as the day I left the colony," Tierra said. Nodding to the garden he questioned, "Any luck?"
The old man smiled, "Oh, well, it'll be some time till this ground produces plants on it's own, but we're getting there." His face turned more a serious color, "So, why have you come down here, Tieria?"
"I've come for him."
"Wait wait wait wait wait! You told me he'd remain asleep for another decade! You told me we still had time before the war! You told me it was all apart of the plan!" The old man waved his fist pointlessly.
"The plan has changed." Tieria stated bluntly, his face as cold as stone. "Certain…irregularities have occurred and we must move the plan forward."
"Irregularities? What kinds of irregularities shift a plan ten decades back?"
Tieria looked at the ground, his eyes far away. Taking a deep breath, he said, "We lost Tartarus two days ago."
"What?!" the old man coughed.
"Yesterday they reached the Atlas colony and by tomorrow they'll have entered the Shoshone system. The majority of their main fleet has been redirected to Taraak and Mejare."
The old man gasped with a wheezing voice, "My god! Any—"
"Not one left."
"How…what can we do?"
Tieria looked him dead in the eye. "We move forward." he declared, "Once we stabilize the Paeksis we'll move forward with rallying the colonies."
"And you think you can do that by rebuilding the Ikazuchi?"
"That's what Aeolia Schenberg said. If the Paeksis and GN Drives stabilize we'll have the necessary power to begin interventions again."
"Hmm…" The old man rolled this over with his tongue, a bitter taste returning to his throat. Finally, he said, "You do know that waking him up early can have serious repercussions?"
"I've taken that into account, and I've come to the conclusion that he's ready to return to this world," Tierra answered with a smile.
"Alright, I don't like it, but I'll wake him up," The old man turned back to his garden, "Follow me."
At the end of the garden was a dome shaped building with a single door and no visible way to open it. The old man placed his hand on it and with a hum it slid open. They stepped inside, the door closed, and the walls rose at fifty miles an hour.
Neither talked on the trip down, for any words would've disappeared above them. They dropped to about 7,000 feet below ground level, stopping in what only can be described as a massive mausoleum, only lit by small floor lights.
As far as Tieria could see were thousands upon thousands of bumps in the floor. They were all about five feet in diameter and rose only a foot off the ground. He ran his hand over one, noticing there were grooves along the base of the bumps and, most notably, names imprinted in them. Before he could read one, the old man tapped him on the shoulder.
"He's this way," the old man nodded, turning to the west. The moved deeper nearly half a mile, stopping at another "knob-less" door. "Its your turn. Only you're authorized in there."
Tieria said nothing as he opened the door, slipping into the hallway beyond. No longer were there any bumps in the floor but life tanks that lined the walls. He paid no mind to the humans within them, focusing just on the path before him.
The hall opened into a large (tiny compared to the mausoleum) room, housing only duel coffins in the center with more life tanks along the walls.
The coffins were made of an ebon metal and while one shone with a crimson imprint on its base, the other shone sapphire. Stepping towards the crimson one, reading, "Hibiki Tokei."
The coffin remained silent and unmoving in response to its pass code, contents long since removed.
To the other the Gundam Meister read, "Gundam."
Immediately, a hum filled the tomb, emanating from the coffin. The lid split into two halves as invisible gears churned to life. A grunt chirped up from within as an icy mist spilled out.
And then, out stepped a boy. Well, not a boy any longer. At roughly twenty-one years of age and five foot eleven, a raven-haired Arabian man stepped into the land of the living. Naked.
"Setsuna F. Seiei." Tieria welcomed his old comrade and friend with a smile. "You look tired."
"Tieria Erde." The youth responded in his monotone voice, smiling in return. "You look the same."
"I get that a lot."
Goosebumps popped up across Setsuna's skin, and though he was physically unmoved, he asked, "Where are my clothes?"
"We'll pick you something on the way out," Tieria smiled once more before dawning a far more serious expression. "They're on the move."
"How early is it?" the Krugis boy asked, rubbing his eyes and walking past Tieria.
"A decade," he replied as they walked back into the main room, "You sure you don't want pants?"
And we may never know if the raven-haired young man ever put on any pants.
Hope you've enjoyed this as much as I've enjoyed stealing it... I mean writing it.
Please review and comment. I'd love to hear input and suggestions for future chapters. I've already plotted out the initial chapters, and yes, they will be about this length or longer. Maybe I'll fuse certain ones if they don't seem long enough to me. However, I just don't see a point in writing until I had gone through an entire episode. I'd rather write actual "chapters." It may take 2-3 chapters to complete an episode, as I said before I may fuse some chapters to add length.
Anyways, onto the next part. I should have it tomorrow once I've revised it.