Amorphobia - Part 1 Amorphobia
By Mythica
Prologue

This fanfic has a specific setting. It takes place slightly after the series, sort of overwriting
the happenings of Endless Waltz. But there is one change in the events of the series. Think of
the battle in Episode 48, Treize in Tallgeese2 and Wufei in Nataku-Altron. They're on top of
Libra, if I remember correctly. They're staring each other down, right after Treize's honor-
those-who-died-for-you speech when suddenly he zooms straight up, and almost comes down on
Wufei, but Wufei sticks up Altron's trident and runs him through. Just imagine that Wufei
missed. So Treize went on to kick Wufei's butt, ending in Wufei's death. Then Treize, feeling
he has performed an act of dishonor, flees to earth. Since no one knows where he is (and is
assumed to be dead by most), Rommefellar's highest representatives are working together as one
until a new leader can be chosen. And so (as Treize would say ^_^) the stage is set. (I hope that
wasn't too hard to imagine, but there is no other way for this fanfic to happen at all.) Now on
with the show.

Part I - Impending Bloodshed

The year is After Colony 196. The Rommefellar Foundation, after much bloodshed,
struggle and internal reform, has taken control of the entire earth. Even the noble Cinq
kingdom, and its pacifist queen, Relena Peacecraft, have failed to resist them. The Gundam
pilots, who had been fighting the White Fang (but not for the same cause as Rommefellar), were
tricked into defeat and have disappeared, leaving not a clue to their hiding places.
Space, however, has been conquered by OZ. The colonies, no longer being squandered
over from all sides, have accepted OZ with the promise of military power, which, to the people's
satisfaction, has been fulfilled. Mobile suits are under mass production in refineries in the
colonies and in space. To ensure lasting control, OZ has also built a base near each colony,
which oversee the entire population and regulate the living conditions on each base's respective
colony. In addition, they have stationed several spies on earth, to keep Rommefellar's actions
under close surveillance. Colonel Une, stationed on the OZ base above L1 colony, is in charge
of relaying information from the spies to the other OZ colony bases.

Colonel Une sat in front of the mirror in her private quarters. Her light brown hair was
pulled back in to two braided buns, one at each side of her head, each tied with a pink ribbon.
Her round, wire-rimmed glasses reflected the mirror into which she was staring. Her red and
gold OZ uniform, pressed to perfection, stood out against the bare white walls of the room. The
fluorescent lights glared harshly, making the room seem empty and soulless. This being Une's
bedroom, it held a small, narrow bed, a mirror with a table and chair in front of it (which she sat
in now) and a door in the corner. Behind the door was a small room with a couch, chair and
low table, and beyond that was the door to the main hallway. The entire floor was devoted to
officer's quarters, with the soldiers' quarters a level below. On the top level of the Nuova L1
Space Base was the main barge. In OZ's takeover, they had conquered the colonies in order
from L1 to L7. Since L1's base was the first of a set of bases, OZ named it Nuova. In the same
fashion, the L7 space base was called Finale base.
The small communication module on the table in front of the mirror crackled with static
and the word CALL appeared on the screen in red. Colonel Une placed her elbows on the table,
and pressed the "Accept" button on the keypad of the module. A young, dark haired man in OZ
uniform appeared on the screen.
"Colonel Une, this is Lieutenant Royan, on the main barge."
"Yes, Lieutenant?" Colonel Une's low, stern voice echoed around the room.
"You have a call from Secret Agent Ingul, stationed in the Rommefellar Foundation main
base on earth."
"Put him through." The screen gave way to static for a moment, then a man's face
appeared, somewhat blurry. His eyes were shady, his hair was dark and slightly disheveled, giving
him a definitely mysterious look.
"Colonel Une?"
"Where are you broadcasting from, Agent Ingul?"
"Somewhere to which the call cannot be traced."
"Good. Now, what is it?"
"I have some important news. You know, I presume, that the Rommefellar Foundation
currently has no leader."
"Yes, go on." Une urged.
"The Rommefellar Foundation feels vulnerable, having no leader, and they want to prove
to earth and space that they have power. They want to flex their muscles, so to speak. They are
no longer are satisfied with just earth. They have their sights set on the colonies."
"But they know OZ has taken control. Besides, the colonies will resist them if they do
succeed. I am sure that Rommefellar will not give the colonies what they want, as OZ did."
"Of course not. The problem is, they want to seize the colonies and destroy OZ. They
will launch a surprise attack on L1 colony base. You are there now, I assume?"
"Yes. I will have the mobile suits prepared and the pilots ready. When does
Rommefellar plan to strike?"
"Their mobile suits will leave in approximately ten minutes, which would be 6 A.M. here
on earth."
"That gives us some considerable time, but none to be wasted. Thank you, Agent Ingul."
"I hope I continue to be of service, Colonel." The screen crackled and went black.
Colonel Une immediately pressed another button on the keypad, and again Lieutenant Royan
appeared on the screen.
"Lieutenant Royan, get all the mobile suit pilots assembled in hangar one, I will meet
them there."
"Yes Colonel." Colonel Une pressed a button and ended the call.
"And now," Une said rather sadly to herself, "we begin yet another period of bloodshed,
death and hard times."
*

"The Rommefellar Foundation plans to annihilate OZ and take over the colonies,
thereby having complete and total control of both the earth and space. Your duty as mobile suit
pilots is to ward off their attack, and defend OZ and the colonies we have fought for. Now, you
have six hours in your quarters before you must report back here, and the wait will begin. The
exact time of Rommefellar's attack is unknown, so you must stay alert at all times. You are
dismissed."
"Yes ma'am!" The pilots filed out of the hangar, leaving Colonel Une alone. Slowly, her
head held high, but sadness in her eyes, she turned and walked out after them.
After only two hours in her quarters, Colonel Une was so restless she went up to the main
barge to wait. At least there she could watch the screens for enemy mobile suits. Something
about the impending battle made her nervous, which was definitely peculiar for the Colonel.
*
"Colonel! Our scanners detect a pack of mobile suits headed our way, from the direction
of earth!" Lieutenant Royan looked up from the screen he was watching.
"What kind, and how many?" Colonel Une asked levelly from her position, leaning
against the wall, her arms crossed.
"Too far away to tell. But near enough that you should ready the pilots."
"I'll give the orders here, Lieutenant!" Une snapped.
"My apologies, Colonel Une, no disrespect was intended!"
"Good. Now, sound the alarm to summon the pilots." Une turned on her heel and
walked out of the room, headed for the hangar.