Prologue
It has been three and a half year since Operation Meteor launched. Three and a half years since the Earth was plunged into fire and brimstone. Three and a half years – 1,260 days to be exact; since my destiny changed. Trowa Barton lives, Romefeller's puppet Treize Kushrenada sits on a golden throne, his hands mared in the blood of innocence's. The Gundams have become myths among OZ, unseen Gods to the rebels who wish for a better life. In my failure, I gained a chance at redemption.
Klingon alarms blared, the horrendous shrieking alarm was soon drowned by the horrified screams of residents their bodies floating in the air. Families clung to each other, a young couple embraced each other as the world, and the world they had known for their entire lives turned red as the generators shut down which had caused the sudden loss of gravity and the ceasing of the life support fans. Moments later a bright white light filled the area and the screen flickered returning to two stunned and silent news anchors. Their mouths open in silent horror, both staring into the camera. The man was the first to recover and he glanced to his co-host. She turned to him, and they both looked back at the cameras, the fear of what they along with millions more had just witnessed.
"Th-that can't be real…" the man stammered looking off screen as one of the assistants brought over a piece of paper and handed it to him. He scanned the paper quickly then handed it off to his co-host. Realization dawned on her, and her body began shaking uncontrollable, sobs wracking her entire being. "The time is 2030 April 7th AC 195, it is reported that a decommissioned – "he paused sitting up straighter trying to hide the emotions that where quickly over taking him. "Reports are coming in that the decommissioned L5 colony AY756-087 has plummeted to Earth due to a mechanical failure with the life support generators cause the colony to drop out of orbit. The short video that had taken over the air waves was the last moments of the colony residence." The woman stood, two assistants coming over to help her stand.
"My son!" She wailed, falling to the floor despite the assistants. "Johnathan!" The man stood and rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"Denise…he made it, don't think he's gone." Denise wailed, burying her head into the man's shoulder. The screen turned to snow, replaced with a multi colored test screen. The hanger was solemnly quite. Multiple engineers stood around a few had fallen to their knees in distress, their sobs the only sound in the otherwise dead air. Slowly they turned, staring at the two men that stood before them dressed in pristine military uniforms. Behind them loomed the Omni presences of a Gundam. The suit, which they had worked for years on, would soon be leaving to earth to quell to the chaotic land.
Feedback vibrated off the walls, "Today Operation Meteor has come to fruition!" The man clapped gleefully. "You have all worked so hard and tirelessly on this beautiful creation." He glanced back at the suit, breathing deeply. "And for that the Barton Security Group thanks you." He turned back to the large crowd and smiled. Behind him the pilot, a tall, lanky man quickly entered the cockpit.
"You all deserve to be justly compensated and due to recent actions we feel that compensation of the highest order is the only way to properly compensate you. You all have laid down your lives for a just cause." The cold metal sound of rifles cocking drew the attention of the engineers to the small army that had surrounded them. "In the next life you will hopefully know what it means to bite the hand that feeds." The man stepped off the platform in front of the Gundam the elevator shift towards a large pod. Doktor S frowned glaring at the men that held his arms.
"Doktor S, you're lucky you're smart." The man tapped his forehead as they left the hanger.
The elderly man coughed violently, grabbing onto one of the armed guards. "My assistant;" his body rattled violently again as a coughing fit over took him.
The man groaned and turned. "Doktor…come now. We can get you a new one." The Doktor crept away weakly.
"Nanashi!" From the crowded rushed a young lanky teen his face half hidden by his side swept bangs. The man grabbed a hold of him leaning heavily on him. "He is the only one with the intelligence and dexterity to follow orders. " The boy stared at them impassively, helping the Doktor walk down the halls. The roar of the engineers and mechanics followed by gunfire was the last sounds heard as the group stepped onto a maintenance elevator.
Nanashi glanced at the Doktor who gave him a sympathetic smile before turning his attention back to the two men in the black suits. "We must wait," the thick German accent, hissed in his ear, "you will change the tides of war."
Ever wonder what would happen if the real Trowa was never killed and actually succedded in carrying out a partial Operation Meteor? He has the entirety of Barton behind him and even if the other pilots where willing to carry out the modified plan, you know Barton would keep coming for them.