DISCLAIMER: I own the OC character of this story. You can steal him if you want, but I doubt if he's worth that much to anyone. Everything else Gundam Wing-ish does not belong to me. Enjoy.
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Ty sat at his computer, wracking his brain for ideas as he stared at the blank word processor on the screen.
A hobby of his was writing fan fiction or various categories. Currently, he was working on a Gundam Wing story. Or he will be, as soon as he thought up a good and original idea for a story.
He was 21, had blonde hair, was rather lean and was very plain in appearance. Currently he was a cook in the U.S. Navy and he still had no life. Watches cartoons, loves anime and writes fan fiction.
Did I mention he had no life? He also had no money, which might explain some of it. No girlfriend either.
Sad, isn't he?
There is only one thing to do to remedy this lack of writing, inspiration and general lack of life…
Self Insert.
(Cheap horror music) Da Dun Daaahhh!
Lightning flashed at the windows of the apartment and thunder shook the building.
"Aww crap." Ty looked up as everything in the room began to get sucked into his computer screen.
He'd seen this before and read about it too. He was obviously about to get sucked into another world, dimension, or alternate reality.
"Well, they say everyone has done a self insert at least once in their writing career." He sighed helplessly to himself. "Guess it's my turn."
With that, he and most of the contents of his room was sucked into the computer.
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Ty opened his eyes and found himself falling from several hundred feet in the air.
"Falling from the sky…" He thought out loud to himself. "Must be a Dragonball Z fic. They're always falling from the sky in those stories."
"Any second, one of the characters will see me and catch me before I hit the ground." He concluded. Remembering all the self insert stories he'd read on the net. Folding his arms, he made himself comfortable as he fell.
Two-hundred feet and an accelerated speed later…
"Any second now…" He mumbled to himself, slightly worried. When you saw the Earth approaching faster and faster, it was normal to be just a little anxious to be saved.
"Vegetta… Goku… Krillan… ANYBODY!" Okay, so he was wrong. Maybe it wasn't a Dragonball Z story after all. "Mommy!"
WHACK!
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Both pilots jumped and winced as the body hit the windshield with a good sounding crack.
"Cancel liftoff. And call an ambulance." The pilot turned the jet engines off to the plane. He was going to have a time explaining this to his superiors.
"Sorry, but the flight is going to be delayed." The co-pilot announced over the intercom of the plane.
"What's the problem?" A voice answered back over the com.
The two pilots looked at the still, unmoving body laying on the windshield of the plane. Slowly, they looked at one another unsurely.
"You want to tell them?" The pilot asked his co-pilot.
"Someone fell on the windshield." He blurted over the com. Unsure just how to put it any other way other than bluntly.
Silence greeted them over the com for a few minutes before anyone replied.
"Someone fell… on the windshield of the plane?" A different voice asked over the com. Sounding understandably skeptical.
"Umm… yes?" the co- pilot answered.
The person on the com gave an audible sign before the first person spoke up again. "Unconscious?" They asked.
The pilots looked at the still, unmoving body again. "Or dead." He told them. "Looks like he fell from a good distance."
"I'm coming up there." The second voice told them.
"We're not going to be blamed for this, are we?" The co-pilot asked.
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"Okay, let put him on the stretcher. One… Two… Three!" The paramedics lay the young man on the stretcher and began moving towards the ambulance.
"How's he look?" A police officer asked as the rolled him away.
The doctor glanced up at the sky before looking at the officer. "Two broken legs, broken arm, broken ribs, other possible hairline fractures and a concussion."
The officer whistled slowly.
"I'm surprised that he's alive at all. Witnesses say they saw him falling from several hundred feet in the air." The doctor looked at the shocked expression on the officers face.
Another officer walked up to them. "I wouldn't discount suicide, but it seems unlikely that anyone would take all the junk with them when they do." He gestured to all the various paraphernalia scattered across the highway.
"Attempted murder?" the first officer asked his partner. He nodded his head, making a note on his paperwork. "Does the guy have a name?"
"He had a wallet on him. Military I.D. and drivers license. Name, Ty Smith." He handed the wallet over to his partner. "No names or addresses of anyone we could get in contact with."
"Did you check all the stuff scattered about?" The first officer asked as he skimmed through the wallet. 'Huh? American money?'
"Yes sir. That's another thing…" the officer was unsure just how to bring this one up. "We also found these." He handed over some photos he'd picked up from a binder.
"Gundam?" He looked shockingly at the photos before they were pulled from his fingers.
"This matter has now become top-secret and everything you find here is classified information. You will tell no one of tonight proceedings. This case will now be taken care of by the Preventors. Is that understood?"
"Yes madam!" The both saluted.
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"How did this happen? HOW THEY HELL DID THIS HAPPEN!" Lady Une stormed through the Preventors building. Anyone in her path quickly jumped out of the way while Captain Noin hurried to keep pace with her.
Une flipped through the papers handed to her. Papers with information that NO ONE aside from the Preventors should have.
"Model number XXXG-01W. Code Name: Gundam Wing. Unit Type: Variable Mobile Suit. Manufacturer: Dr. J. Operator: Pilot Code Name Heero Yuy. Role Out: AC 195. Dimension: Head Height 16.3 meters. Dry weight: 7.1 Metric tons, mass gross weight unknown. Construction: Gundanium Alloy on semi monocoque frame. Powerplant: Ultracompact fusion reactor, output rating unknown. Performance ability levels: Fighting 130, Weapons 140, Speed 150, Power 120, Armor 130."
Lady Une turned around and waved the papers frantically and menacingly in front of Noin. "You want to tell me how this guy knows more about the Gundams than WE DO!"
Noin winced at the lecture she was getting. At least the others would be getting one too, as soon as they got everyone together. Sure, information leakage was expected in every organization no matter how proficient. But an information leakage THIS large, said information only a handful of people alive knew… something was wrong here.
"The Gundam Heavyarms was created by the L3 colony cluster. Designed for long range attacks, this Gundam is packed with guns and missiles from head to foot. The Heavyarms primary weapon is the lethal beam gatling worn over its left hand, supplemented by homing missiles in its shoulders, micro missiles on its legs, and gatling guns concealed inside its chest. When its exhausted of its ammunition, the Heavyarms must fall back on the small knife mounted on its forearm."
Lady Une glared over the papers as she stormed into her office slamming the papers down with a force that Noin was surprised the desk didn't break under the pressure. But apparently General Noin want finished yet.
"Pilot of Gundam Sandrock. Quatre Raberba Winner. At time of war: Age: 15. Ethnic Origin: Arabian. Place of Origin: L4 colony cluster. Height: 156 cm. Weight: 41 kg. Eye color: Blue. Hair color: Platinum. The Gundam Sandrock was created at the L4 colony cluster, using the resources of the wealthy Winner family."
"DO YOU REALIZE THE CHAOS THAT WOULD ENSUE IF THIS INFORMATION WERE TO BECOME PUBLIC!" Une screamed off the top of her lungs and she dug through the paperwork on the desk. All the while caught between glaring at everything within sight.
"HELL! THEY EVEN HAVE INFORMATION ON ME! INCLUDING MY RELATIONSHIP WITH TRIEZE AND THE TIME I PILOTED GUNDAM 01 DURRING THE HEAT OF BATTLE!"
Noin's eyes widened as she realized something else she never thought of before. "We never did retrieve the remains of 01 from space after the final battle." She mumbled to herself. But evidently she was heard, judging by the glare she was receiving from Une.
"You did NOT have to remind me of that right now." She dropped the papers she was holding and hit her head on the desk repeatedly. Maybe if she ignored it, it would all go away.
After a few minutes of head banging, she sat up strait, slightly more collected as she looked at the papers. A small booklet caught her eye amongst the papers. Picking it up, she nearly dropped in shock at its title. "Gundam Wing. Technical Manual?"
"We're in trouble, aren't we?" Noin asked as she walked up to the desk and flipped through the papers curiously, as well as the manual. "Wow. Look at this. Some of these Gundam Models I've never even heard of."
"Where is the man now?" She asked as she shoved all of the papers and booklets into the desk. Not wanted to even look at them right now, let alone organize everything.
"He's currently in the Preventor Hospital on the Second floor. Guard shift is on him 24/7. Although the doctors said he's going to be out of it for a long while." Noin handed over the file they had on this person.
"Have you checked out his military I.D.? His name?" Une dug through the file of the man. Not a whole lot was recorded on him at all.
"I've contacted the U.S. government. Of course they are completely denying his existence. Though evidence shows the I.D. was probably a false anyway." Noin answered her.
"Ty Smith…" Une muttered under her breath as she read the file. "Too generic sounding for my taste. Nothing really to be gained from it, although the first name might be his actual name. We'll have to test it out later."
"Conclusion to his appearance shows that he was probably pushed out of a plane and assumed for dead." Noin handed over the police report, and grinning to the expected look she was getting from his superior.
"Pushed out of a plane, where he just happened to land on a plane that coincidentally held not only Preventor personnel but also the Foreign Minister? Assumed dead when it would be much more convenient to just shoot him in the head? And then throw all the information out of the plane with him?" Lady Une glared.
"It's the best lead we've had." Noin shrugged when another idea came to mind. "Perhaps he jumped?" She suggested.
Une nodded her head. "Now there's a definite possibility." She went over all possibilities in her head. "Perhaps not suicide, but a desperate chance for escape."
"If there's a chance that he's running from someone, then there's a chance that someone is still following him. Perhaps for this very information." Things just went from very bad, to worse. "I want him moved to a more secure location. As few people as possible are to know the location."
"Done." Noin saluted before leaving the office. First thing was first though. She had to gather all the pilots and everyone else. They were going to have a long meeting.