Chapter One: Begings
The young man once again sighed looking down at his old black tennis shoes. I seriously wonder if they will let me join. He thought to himself as he brushed back his long black bangs out of his light blue eyes, squinting trying to make out the sign in the distance as he walked from the buss top in front of the Federation base. His mind began to wander again, thinking about his Father and Mother back in the rural countryside of Southeastern Europe after they fled at the end of the first Great War. His Fathers name was Shiro Amada, the so called 'famous' piloted who deserted the federation and fell in love with a Zeon. He was always picked at and never really had any friends for that reason. The only friends that he did have were those in the neighboring town who thought his dad was 'cool' because he piloted a Mobile Suit. And Shiroi was most interested in becoming a Mobile Suit pilot like his father. On his spare time when he wasn't with his friends he looked over his fathers Old technical manual for the RX-79[G] mass produced ground Gundam Mobil Suit. He almost knew it by heart. His train of thought was interrupted by a gruff voice. "Huh?" And looked up into the stern black eyes of the Sydney base guard. "Name and reason for visit." "Shiroi Amada, I signed up at a requiting center." The guard glanced down at Shiroi, the rim of the army helmet shielding his eyes from the heavy glare of the sun. And after a couple moments of silence, the guard spoke up. "Go ahead. And tell your father that I said hello." Shiroi looked up at the man puzzled. "You know my father?" The Guard smiled. "We fought in the same MS Team together in the war. And if anyone gives you trouble, just tell them you know Terry Sanders jr., The Grim Reaper. That'll fix them straight." Shiroi nodded. "I'll be sure to tell my father that in my letters Sir." Terry smiled. "Good." Terry then singled to the guard inside the guardhouse next to the dirt road that led to the base, the chained fence slowly sliding across a track beneath the surface and stopped with an audible clink. "Good Luck to you Shiroi Amada!" Terry called out at Shiroi's retreating back. Thanks. Shiroi thought. I'm going to need it.
The young man once again sighed looking down at his old black tennis shoes. I seriously wonder if they will let me join. He thought to himself as he brushed back his long black bangs out of his light blue eyes, squinting trying to make out the sign in the distance as he walked from the buss top in front of the Federation base. His mind began to wander again, thinking about his Father and Mother back in the rural countryside of Southeastern Europe after they fled at the end of the first Great War. His Fathers name was Shiro Amada, the so called 'famous' piloted who deserted the federation and fell in love with a Zeon. He was always picked at and never really had any friends for that reason. The only friends that he did have were those in the neighboring town who thought his dad was 'cool' because he piloted a Mobile Suit. And Shiroi was most interested in becoming a Mobile Suit pilot like his father. On his spare time when he wasn't with his friends he looked over his fathers Old technical manual for the RX-79[G] mass produced ground Gundam Mobil Suit. He almost knew it by heart. His train of thought was interrupted by a gruff voice. "Huh?" And looked up into the stern black eyes of the Sydney base guard. "Name and reason for visit." "Shiroi Amada, I signed up at a requiting center." The guard glanced down at Shiroi, the rim of the army helmet shielding his eyes from the heavy glare of the sun. And after a couple moments of silence, the guard spoke up. "Go ahead. And tell your father that I said hello." Shiroi looked up at the man puzzled. "You know my father?" The Guard smiled. "We fought in the same MS Team together in the war. And if anyone gives you trouble, just tell them you know Terry Sanders jr., The Grim Reaper. That'll fix them straight." Shiroi nodded. "I'll be sure to tell my father that in my letters Sir." Terry smiled. "Good." Terry then singled to the guard inside the guardhouse next to the dirt road that led to the base, the chained fence slowly sliding across a track beneath the surface and stopped with an audible clink. "Good Luck to you Shiroi Amada!" Terry called out at Shiroi's retreating back. Thanks. Shiroi thought. I'm going to need it.