Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to claim that I own Gundam Wing, the only was I can avoid getting my sorry ass sued, is by admitting that I really don't. I do own my gameboy though...and my Pokemon red version game (pathetic, yes I know!)...and the half empty Dr Pepper can sitting in front of me...and the poptart and popsicle wrappers sitting on my picture of the oh-so-sexy, HEERO YUY sighs...and my cd collection...and...well other stuff...
Rhythm of the Waltz
Prologue
The evening was going how they always did; Mother fixed dinner, which we ate quietly as we listened to the radio, or watched t.v.. After we finished supper, the t.v./radio was turned off, and Mother and I listened as Papa read a story out of a book of literary classics, from the pre-colony days. This was the way we concluded everyday, but little did I know, that our long-standing ritual, was soon to be disturbed...but I'll get to that in a moment...
I was an only child of 15, living with my parents on the space colony. There was once several space colonies, but by the present year of A.C.290, time had taken it's toll, deteriorating all but one...The one on which we lived. The colony, and the World Nation, were united, and basked in the peace that had lasted for nearly one hundred years. Little did we know however, that small pockets of rebels still existed, and banded together to form an army that posed a potential threat to the balance of peace. They called themselves 'The Unified Organization of the Zodiac', or 'Oz United' for short. To the peace loving citizens of earth and space, Oz United was trouble...and trouble decided to pay a visit to the unsuspecting people of space...
A/N: Okay, info about the fic...I had actually started this about a year ago, but gave up, because I couldn't figure out how to continue...Now that I have figured it out, I can continue...(Yeah!!!) As you have definitely noticed, the Gundam pilots are missing...Well, the story starts off 94 years after The end of the final war, so I'm assuming that the pilots are deceased...however, I'm planning a twist in the plot to bring them back...As I already have the first five chappies finished, I should be putting up chapter one up soon, but it depends on when I feel like it...evil laughter...Ceri out
Rhythm of the Waltz
Prologue
The evening was going how they always did; Mother fixed dinner, which we ate quietly as we listened to the radio, or watched t.v.. After we finished supper, the t.v./radio was turned off, and Mother and I listened as Papa read a story out of a book of literary classics, from the pre-colony days. This was the way we concluded everyday, but little did I know, that our long-standing ritual, was soon to be disturbed...but I'll get to that in a moment...
I was an only child of 15, living with my parents on the space colony. There was once several space colonies, but by the present year of A.C.290, time had taken it's toll, deteriorating all but one...The one on which we lived. The colony, and the World Nation, were united, and basked in the peace that had lasted for nearly one hundred years. Little did we know however, that small pockets of rebels still existed, and banded together to form an army that posed a potential threat to the balance of peace. They called themselves 'The Unified Organization of the Zodiac', or 'Oz United' for short. To the peace loving citizens of earth and space, Oz United was trouble...and trouble decided to pay a visit to the unsuspecting people of space...
A/N: Okay, info about the fic...I had actually started this about a year ago, but gave up, because I couldn't figure out how to continue...Now that I have figured it out, I can continue...(Yeah!!!) As you have definitely noticed, the Gundam pilots are missing...Well, the story starts off 94 years after The end of the final war, so I'm assuming that the pilots are deceased...however, I'm planning a twist in the plot to bring them back...As I already have the first five chappies finished, I should be putting up chapter one up soon, but it depends on when I feel like it...evil laughter...Ceri out