Title: Ever Onward
By Neev
Disclaimer: GW belongs to Bandai and other such people.
Notes: A random AU fic that appeared in my mind one day. This introductory part is from the PoV of an original character, though later chapters (if I write them…I'm not sure if I want to continue this or not…) will be from the other characters' points of view.
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Robert Hoyt
Three years. Three long, painful years. That's how long this war has lasted. In some ways, it doesn't seem like such a long time. There have been longer wars after all. In the grand scheme of things, three years is nothing, a mere grain of sand, compared to the vastness of human history. But it's hard to see that now. Three years feels like three hundred years and there is no end in site. It just keeps going and going.
The Earth has been ravaged by this war. The White Fang, in a foolish attempt to knock Romefeller out of the war completely, dropped their great battleship Libra onto the Earth. I saw it happen on a tiny handheld communicator, from the underground bunker where my unit was holed up. The picture was unclear, full of static from the bad reception, but it was still horrifying. It was like watching a horrible, deadly snowflake drop onto the Earth. The Libra was an amazing ship. It was beautiful in its design but I saw that beauty stripped away as it fell through the atmosphere, surrounded by a red glow. It looked like it was bleeding, like a dying god in its final moments.
It didn't work though. Human beings have a habit of being tougher than cockroaches. We're a lot like cockroaches in other ways too. Cockroaches have the excuse of being bugs though. Humans have no such excuse for being filthy creatures. At any rate, the decimation caused by the Libra was not enough to destroy Romefeller. They were crippled, yes, but not beaten. Their main forces were in space and their leaders had the foresight to be safely tucked away in their own holes. The only people who suffered were the civilians of Earth. Those who weren't killed immediately have been sentenced to a life of hardship beyond anything they could have imagined. What White Fang sought to accomplish by this…this genocide, I can not even begin to guess.
Now, the lines have been firmly drawn among the three powers. White Fang, with its legions of Mobile Dolls and fanatic followers, who remain a threat despite their smaller numbers. Romefeller, with its powerful mobile suits and more experienced troops, who have become champions of the blighted Earth. The Colonies, who have few troops and little experience, but have at their disposal the ultimate trump card: the Gundams.
I was twenty-three when the war started. I'm twenty-six now, but I feel older. Once I dreamed of being an engineer. Now I am like everyone else, without dreams or hope. The only thing left to humanity is an endless nightmare of death and destruction. The Earth I once knew is gone, probably forever. If it is ever reclaimed it wont be in my lifetime, or that of my children's. I don't think it ever will be. I am not a religious man, not anymore, but I truly believe that the end of the world is upon us. Or perhaps has already come. If this is not the Apocalypse, then this is surely Hell itself.
By Neev
Disclaimer: GW belongs to Bandai and other such people.
Notes: A random AU fic that appeared in my mind one day. This introductory part is from the PoV of an original character, though later chapters (if I write them…I'm not sure if I want to continue this or not…) will be from the other characters' points of view.
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Robert Hoyt
Three years. Three long, painful years. That's how long this war has lasted. In some ways, it doesn't seem like such a long time. There have been longer wars after all. In the grand scheme of things, three years is nothing, a mere grain of sand, compared to the vastness of human history. But it's hard to see that now. Three years feels like three hundred years and there is no end in site. It just keeps going and going.
The Earth has been ravaged by this war. The White Fang, in a foolish attempt to knock Romefeller out of the war completely, dropped their great battleship Libra onto the Earth. I saw it happen on a tiny handheld communicator, from the underground bunker where my unit was holed up. The picture was unclear, full of static from the bad reception, but it was still horrifying. It was like watching a horrible, deadly snowflake drop onto the Earth. The Libra was an amazing ship. It was beautiful in its design but I saw that beauty stripped away as it fell through the atmosphere, surrounded by a red glow. It looked like it was bleeding, like a dying god in its final moments.
It didn't work though. Human beings have a habit of being tougher than cockroaches. We're a lot like cockroaches in other ways too. Cockroaches have the excuse of being bugs though. Humans have no such excuse for being filthy creatures. At any rate, the decimation caused by the Libra was not enough to destroy Romefeller. They were crippled, yes, but not beaten. Their main forces were in space and their leaders had the foresight to be safely tucked away in their own holes. The only people who suffered were the civilians of Earth. Those who weren't killed immediately have been sentenced to a life of hardship beyond anything they could have imagined. What White Fang sought to accomplish by this…this genocide, I can not even begin to guess.
Now, the lines have been firmly drawn among the three powers. White Fang, with its legions of Mobile Dolls and fanatic followers, who remain a threat despite their smaller numbers. Romefeller, with its powerful mobile suits and more experienced troops, who have become champions of the blighted Earth. The Colonies, who have few troops and little experience, but have at their disposal the ultimate trump card: the Gundams.
I was twenty-three when the war started. I'm twenty-six now, but I feel older. Once I dreamed of being an engineer. Now I am like everyone else, without dreams or hope. The only thing left to humanity is an endless nightmare of death and destruction. The Earth I once knew is gone, probably forever. If it is ever reclaimed it wont be in my lifetime, or that of my children's. I don't think it ever will be. I am not a religious man, not anymore, but I truly believe that the end of the world is upon us. Or perhaps has already come. If this is not the Apocalypse, then this is surely Hell itself.
