Okay, this is the long been worked on rewrite of my old story Yamato's legacy. After the loss of over half of what I wrote for that story, I lost interest in it, and just recently decided to pick it back up. While reading it though, I realized a complete rewrite was in order. Not much will be changed in these first few chapters except for some names and continuity errors. The only major change in this chapter that you need to be aware of is Borodin's ship is now called the Cairo.
If you wish to get a sneak peak of a little of what is to come, then you can read Yamato's legacy, which I will leave up for a while but will eventually take it down. Just know that alot of it will be changed and contradicted in this new story. Well enough of me gabbering, here is chapter 1.
Gundam Seed: The Wings of Destiny
Science claims it can answer any question. This is debatable. Personal beliefs aside, mankind knows very little of the universe. It was Steven Hawking, one of the greatest minds of the last century, who said 'that the universe is so complex and weird, that every thing that man thought of the universe could be completely wrong'. So with this in mind, it is hard for man to believe what people know. Space, did it ever end? Science says yes, but logically something has to be outside of it. But in all actuality, the technology to research such puzzles was very far off in the future. The farthest a manned vessel has ever reached is the asteroid belt, so why did scientist insist that their impossible to prove theories are facts?
In resent years the theory of alternate universes has surfaced. All thanks to an anomaly that passed the earth over five years ago. Scientist claimed it was a door to an alternate universe, but they had no way of knowing or testing. No one knew what it was. All it did was send the religious fanatics and science radicals mashing teeth at each other. The sad part, men would probably never know what it was.
Marco Borodin was a scientist at heart. In his younger years he never pursued his scientific dreams, instead opting for a career in the Zaft navy much like his father. When he was young he dreamed of finding the answers. Dreamed of being among the greatest scientific minds in history, but in his old age he views those questions as nothing but pointless. For he believed one day, when this life is over, he would know the answers to all his questions.
Yet, every time he came to the captain's lounge and gazed out the glass canopy, he couldn't help but be fascinated by space's complexities and mysteries.
He was soon joined. A younger man entered the room. He stood at ease, with hands behind is back, leaning slightly forward, giving the captain the respect he deserved. He wore a similar white Zaft uniform and was decorated with numerous medals to indicate his high rank.
"Capitan, all ship preparations are complete." The younger man said. His tone not unlike his stance, for he stood with a grace of respect and solitude, he spoke like a son to a father.
He was the closest thing to a son that Borodin would ever have. The man's uniform was garnished with medals, some that could only be awarded to captains and admirals, but his uniform declared him as the First Mate. He was a bastard child at birth and upon joining the Zaft military became Marko's favorite. Always by the captain's side, and in constant cooperation with the elder gentleman, the boy went on to have a military career of the likes that some admirals could only dream about. In the fourteen years he had served, twelve were spent as Marko's number one and second in command. The man even gave up a Captain's chair on the formidable Minerva to be by Captain Marko Borodin's side. The honor of the Minerva went to Talia Gladys.
"It's cold here, isn't it Ivan?" Marko's voice rang out revealing his deep thought.
Ivan, the first mate was about to answer in a form that would continue the intellectual thought. But he was a military man, and he knew that military came first. One thing that Marko liked about the man was that Ivan always kept him on track of what was important. "Sir, we have received orders to disembark and head to the outer side of the moon were the Cairo will await further orders."
The Cairo was his ship. The third of what was called the Gunship class. She was a devastating vessel. She was researched in secret during the former chairwoman Yamato's two terms and reached construction and completion as a black project after she served her time. If the former pop princess had known about the Cairo's research and development, there was no doubt the ship would not exist today.
The Iron Clad class is the largest vessels ever completed. Built with the most advanced technology in all of Zaft, she was a seventh the size of the Heliopolis colony. She was meant for war. Reaching a length of nearly seven and a half kilometers, the Cairo was armed with sixty-eight XM49 'Tristan' beam cannons, spread along her hull. She also sported one hundred twenty-six 'Isolde' cannons, numerous missile bays, eighteen QZX-1C positional 'Tannhauser's, and the most recent and deadly Zaft achievement, a set of twin RZX-15H 'Super Tannhauser' a weapon capable of destroying an entire fleet of ships. She was filled with over two hundred NTAPs, the controversial Nuclear Tactile Artillery Percussions.
But her most deadly weapon was none other than the latest incarnation of the Genesis. No longer requiring the need of a disposable energy deflector, the new genesis was radically different. It was small, more powerful, and required less energy. And being placed aboard the Cairo, it was now mobile.
Within her massive hull, she could hold an entire fleet of mobile suits. But currently she had less than twenty. In their places the Cairo was supplied with over 500 mobile dolls. An invention of the current chair man, the mobile doll was a lifeless and ruthless unmanned killing machine. A Minerva class vessel, the Star Gazer, was a permanently assigned to the ship and functioned as a shuttle.
The Cairo was a cold weapon. A cold weapon given to a man with cold hands. A weapon to annihilate all in space who opposed, making space even colder.
Borodin adjusted his collar and turned to face Ivan. "It is cold indeed."
Kira Yamato watched with a smile on his face as the little girl ran around in the little room, bobbing her head up and down while singing a song. An up beat song her mother used to sing. He watched her happily as she played in the lavish little room, and listened to her beautiful developing voice.
The receptionist too watched her happily, but kept a keen eye on a television program running on the TV. She was very found of the girl and knew the Yamato's very well herself. This building they currently sat in was once the residence of said family. Only when Chairwoman Yamato's second term ended and the chair seat was given to her successor, did the family leave.
Even though they do not live in the house any more they are well respected and visit often. Kira's wife worked their as a member of the council. Lacus was still vital to the plant's, and while no longer the leader, she held a very respectable and influential seat in the council. Kira himself was a high ranking admiral in the Zaft navy.
The young girl was seven and a half as she said. Truth was, Kelly, just turned seven three weeks ago, and was at the age were the world was still her play ground. Named after her mother's mother, she had no care in the world. Kira envied it. The innocence of a child, she only cared about what she wanted and forgot what she didn't.
Speaking of which, she seemed to have forgotten that she was currently in big trouble, but looking at her, no one could tell.
At an inconvenience for missing the first half of the show Kira asked the girl what was about.
The receptionist answered nicely. "It's about scientific studies on coordinators." The receptionist name was Keely. Kira having been in very similar situations of waiting here before and became to know the girl. Not a close relationship, but friendly acquaintances.
On the screen showed two people, playing a game of chess while a narrator announced the study. On one side was a boy, college age. His name was unimportant, but the narrator made it clear that he was the current valedictorian at one of the best and grandest plant colleges. It said he had a perfect grade point average and is among the smartest coordinators within the plants. Just recently he won the college chess tournament making him the reigning chess champion.
Sitting across from him was a boy, about Kelly's age. Young, the narrator identified the kid as a natural, and a prodigy chess player. The kid who looked as if he really did not want to be there was the exact opposite of the college student, who had a stern and serious look. He looked bored and forced.
The narrator narrated, "To test Doctor Richard's theory we set up these two players to play the game. We had them play a total of ten games. No more, no less. After each game the winner was recorded. The results were not what we suspected, but went right along with Doctor Richard's finds." The film jumped to a later part of the game, in fact the end, where the young seven year old boy, check mated the college student. "In all ten games, there was only one victor. The superbly smart college student was defeated by the young natural boy in every game." Then video then went to show nine other game endings where the kid won.
"But this is not all that is happening. In the world of music young children have been out performing the best of the coordinators. It seems that a person called a prodigy who was born in a natural birth can out perform any coordinator in that specific task he excels at." The video then went to show little kids playing piano or other various instruments and adults just looking in awe at what the child could do.
The narrator continued. "What Doctor Richards suggests that a when an embryo is genetically altered or enhanced it takes away the factor that causes a child to be a prodigy. What it suggests is that, though it may be a chance of fate or an accident, the human body is more efficient at developing a child then science is. The only question is can we figure out how to do this with a coordinator? Currently they are trying, but with the rapid decrease in coordinators who are able to give birth then we may never know."
"That's just crazy." The receptionist said almost to herself.
Kira wasn't really shocked. He knew naturals had more potential then everyone thought, but never had he really seen a natural best a coordinator at something so complex. Even in war, naturals needed help from a computer to fight on par with coordinators. But, thinking back, there always was one or two naturals who became war heroes, and most still survived to this day.
Kira knew about the problems with coordinators having children. He and Lacus spent four years trying to have Kelly and they required expensive help from Doctors and specialist. And they have yet to successfully get Lacus pregnant a second time. The human body begins rejecting the genetic manipulation starting in the third generation. Birth rates for fourth generation coordinators was only 75% of those for third generation. The rates just get smaller and smaller as the generation increases. No one knows why. Some claim its evolution rejecting our attempts to speed it up, while others claim its God. All Kira knows is that his daughter, who is a fourth generation coordinator, may never have a child of her own when she grows up.
"Well we don't give naturals as much credit as they deserve." Kira stated.
"But still, I mean a child beat him." The woman sighed out of frustration, shaking her head.
The mighty doors to the chamber opened, allowing it's recent occupants to filter out with brief cases and books in tow. Filing out, some talked, some laughed, some yelled, and some had a similar expression to the receptionist.
"Mommy!" Kelly exclaimed, running from her father's side to meet up with her mother.
Lacus who was first conversing with a fellow politician, smiled out of pure delight. As her daughter neared it was evident how much the two looked alike. Very little of Kira was there. Kira had joked that Kelly was a clone, and the Lacus paid for the cloning procedure behind his back. While in jest, Lacus was not very found of this type of humor coming from Kira.
Kira walked up to his family as Lacus and Kelly were talking about there day. Giving Lacus a quick kiss he embraced the two. "You finally done for the day?"
Lacus sighed. "Finally."
"Something wrong?"
Lacus continued almost disgusted. "I don't know what the Chairman is thinking. He places too much trust in the Romafeller party. Things are changing too fast."
"You think he will do anything too hasty?"
Lacus rested her head on Kira's shoulders and temporarily closed her eyes. "Doubt it. Not with out the consent of the rest of the cabinet. But it is the Romafeller party that needs to be watched. The laws they're pushing are just ridiculous."
They began walking out with Lacus resting on Kira shoulder, and Kelly being carried in his other arm. Kira looked at his daughter.
She was smiling at him that death trap of a smile. He was powerless against it. Nothing, not even the Freedom could keep Kira safe from that innocent smile that his daughter gave him. But today he was not going to let her win. He knew what she was doing and unbeknown to her, he was not going to let her win. He had fought this many times, and lost nearly every time, but today he felt a feeling of strength in himself.
"Kelly, want to tell your mother something?" Kira barely let out.
Kelly's eyes shot out wide open. He did it. He finally beat Kelly. Now no more would she use her charm and cute innocence to get her way. Her power over her father was finally being lifted and Kira was free.
Lacus opened her eyes and looked at the girl. She knew what that meant. Her little angel was not a little angel today. "What happened?" She was looking at Kelly, but talking to Kira.
Kira waited expecting his daughter to answer. She did not. "Tell Mommy what you did at Grandma's today."
She was cornered. She could handle Daddy, usually being able to get out of almost anything, but Mommy. Let's just say that even Kira was surprised at Lacus's actions the first time Kelly got in trouble.
Kelly physically was a split image of her mother, but her personality was developing a nasty side of its own.
Kelly shook her head at Kira's comment.
Lacus put her head back down on Kira's shoulders. "Well talk about it when we get home." She then closed her eyes again from exhaustion.
Kira mouthed a sorry to his daughter as she shot him the best death glare that a seven year old could muster. Kira was just glade that he could with stand his daughter's charm.
"Kira." Lacus called out, a hint of anger in her voice. "What happened?"
Kira kissed the top of her head. "We'll wait till we get home. But let's just say that it has to do with spaghetti and Grandma's antique sofa." Kira smiled, holding in a laugh as his wife stroked her rubbed her temples.
"She is in our way." An older man declared in the inner sanctum. The meeting room of the chancellor and the Zaft council.
A secret meeting of the Romafeller party leaders was in occurrence. Since the party was formed five years ago, they had expressed great influence and gained great power. Unknown to the people was the ways they used to gain the power. Clandestine organizations they formed along with illegal actions allowed the party to be come the second largest party in the senate. Second only by a small margarine. It was this party that gave Lacus the hardest time during the last two years of her reign. After all, the Romafeller foundation was experienced in taking control of governments.
"Yes, she is a problem." The Chairman said. Within the first two years of their existence their candidate for chancellor took office succeeding Chancellor Yamato. Chairman Himler, was showing to be a very controversial leader in his unexplained actions and mysterious projects. However the people trusted the man. Perhaps for the same reason they trusted former Chairman Zala.
"I suggest we go ahead with the plan. Her death would be perfect to fuel war between us and the earth."
"She is very trusted and loved within the colonies. If she was killed by one of the united earth nations, then we have a means for war and a beginning to our plan. I for one prefer to be on the ground of a planet rather then out in space."
The United Earth Nations was the successor to the Earth Alliance. It had very little military power and was more of a committee of leaders from nations working together to maintain order. Since the drop of Junius 7 and the fall of the Earth Alliance parts of the world are still in chaos even after ten years.
You don't have to be smart to be in politics. In fact, it was arguable that all if not most politicians were complete idiot's with only their own wealth on their minds. This was the view of many people in the Plants and on Earth. There were always exceptions, such as when Lacus Clyne took the seat of Chairwoman; many people were amazed at her knowledge and leadership.
Unfortunately it was this view of politicians among the population that allowed the Romafeller to disguise who they really were. A group ran by naturals. If this became knowledge throughout the plants, then they would instantly loose power. That is why they were moving fast.
Now was the time. Romafeller wanted the world. They had the plants, and all they needed was the earth. They were fully confident that their mobile dolls would be useful once again. And with the Gunship class battle ship in full production, then they were not waiting for anything.
The Chairman leaned back in his seat. He liked Lacus Yamato. Maybe it was just a physical attraction, but he did not want her to die. Turning to his Secretary of Defense he called for his Secret Police. "I want the SS to do it. Make sure it looks like a terrorist attack."
The man smiled. An evil smile portraying his inner thoughts and personality.
"What about Orb Sir?" Another member asked.
"Their colony White Base houses an important strategic advantage. We will take the colony for our self's. But the mainland country we can dispose of." White Base was a sister colony to Heliopolis. Among seven colonies she is nearly identical to Heliopolis, and it is Orb's only colony in space that had a military base and weapons manufacturing facility. It was the largest military power Orb had in space. White base was the newest colony and built to replace Heliopolis. Her orbit was just two kilometers off of Heliopolis's and features the Heliopolis memorial.
White Base also had other advantages. It was the closest colony to Earth and was placed near the entrance and exit trajectory of most of the mass drivers on the European continent. Anyone leaving earth from that continent could be intercepted by what ever is placed at White Base.
The chairman pulled out a manila folder out of his brief case. "These go along with Mrs. Yamato. They're other members of the council. Killing the former chairwoman is not enough. We need to get rid of all the members who appose us." He handed the folder to his Secretary of Defense. "Be quick and discreet."
A young Arabic man sat looking up into the sky. His heart troubled by the demons of the past. He had an unnatural appearance, caused by his half European heritage. His blond hair flowing in the breeze, his thoughts ran of how and when his involvement would come.
Though one would think he had no right to get involved in the events currently happening. He had nothing to do with the wars of this world. In fact he had no idea of how he came to be were he is. But for the past five years he had stayed in this jungle with his trusted Maqunac Corp.
But maybe he does have the right. He has a voice to show the right path, to convey the truth, and bring the world towards peace. He had done it before. He most certainly can again.
A tall elderly man made his way to him. Another Arabic man. He was tall and strong. Wise from the years he had among the earth. He spoke with a deep voice. One of commanding stature, but used as a servant to his master. "Master Quatra. It has begun."
The Arabic boy turned to look at him. He had a smile of a false happiness. "I know."
"What will we do?"
"We will wait, and see what happens."
"We have reports from terminal confirming our suspicions that the new Zaft suits are actually mobile dolls."
The blond turned his eyes back to the stars. "Doesn't matter. We will keep the same stance for now."
The evening returned to the silence it instilled before. The elderly man did not leave, but stayed by his young master's side. Then he asked a question, of similar syntax, but of utterly distant meaning. "What will you do?"
"I don't know." The boy watched a shooting star. "I don't know."
Okay not much has changed yet. Originally I had no plan or reasonfor the presence of people from the wing universe, but I later thought what would be the point? I could have just as easily told the same story with original characters than with the wing characters. So a major rewrite took place and I think it will turn out deeper and better. Unfortunatly you will never see the original plot points this effects because they were lost with my computer along time ago.
If anyone is interested, I am in need of a beta reader. I'm not an english major (I barely passed it in highschool). And another mind would really help me out.
Well hope you stay around for the next chapter. I'll have it up soon since it is mainly done.
Remember to please review!