Note: I don't own Mobile Suit Gundam UC or most of the Mobile Suits and Locations in this work. I DO, however own all original characters, locations, and MS.

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Prologue

U.C. 0095 January 7th

Why?
That one thought went through my mind as my Zaku floated through space.
Why? What did I do to deserve this? Why am I here? How am I going to get out of this?
Am I really going to die here…?

I opened my eyes. I was still in bed. That explained a lot. Despite the fact that I AM a Zeon Mobile Suit pilot, I don't own a Zaku, considering that they're outdated anyway. Me. Eric Fritz, Warrant Officer, Republican Guard, Republic of Zeon. Herd the name Zeon before? You better have. The ray of hope for Spacenoids. The ignition switch of the One Year War. The pinnacle of the Gryps conflict. The source of the two Neo-Zeon wars. Now another war is coming. I can feel it. The group claims they're a Neo-Zeon faction. We just call them The Sleeves. They're just another group that will just unleash hell on us all again. Sure, the Federation doesn't really respect the rights of us Spacenoids, but that doesn't always mean we have to go on an open-armed rebellion like the Principality. We could have just argued verbally. We could have just…

"Warrant Officer Fritz!" a voice calls. I turn around. Another man wearing a Republican Guard uniform comes walking towards me.
"C-Colonel Steiger!" I stuttered, springing up in a salute. Colonel Steiger laughed. "At ease, Warrant Officer," said the Colonel. "Come on. We have a mission briefing to go to."

The colonies of Side 3 have a pretty bad reputation. For one, Side 3 was the colony cluster that started the One Year War. Don't know what the One Year War is? Just look it up on the internet, your history textbook, etc. Anyway, the colony cluster side 3 declared its independence as the Principality of Zeon and started a war that killed half the human population in just its first month. I think that's why the Republic of Zeon only has partial autonomy. Heck, what autonomy it has is going to be revoked by the Federation in five years anyway. Right now, I'm hoping that The Sleeves can convince the Federation that Spacenoids still want their rights, though I have my doubts. If that doesn't work, I'll just pray that the Federation will treat us better in the next five years. I hope… I hope… I hope…

"Yo! Fritz!"

I bolt awake. I must have fallen asleep on the monorail because the next thing I knew, we had arrived at staff headquarters.

"You've been sleeping as soundly as a baby, man! Are you really that tired, eh?" the colonel said rather casually, like he was from the streets and has no military discipline what so ever. Oh wait… I yawn.

"No, sir," I say. "I'm fine." I then look around. "Have we arrived, sir?"

"No, Not yet," said Colonel Steiger. "We're going to the Federation GHQ," he finished rather angrily.

"What!?" I exclaimed. "What exactly could the Federation want from us now?"

"I have abso-bloody-lutly no idea," replied the Colonel. "But whatever they have in store for us, it's got to be risky and benefits the Feddies more than us, I'm sure."

"That sounds bad," I said.

"Yeah, I know," said the Colonel. Then, I guess he read my expression, he said, "or maybe it's a milk run! Like, literally. The Federation wouldn't want to waste their precious soldiers for a mere milk run!"

I laughed. The Colonel had a point. The Federation only used units from Side 3 to do the absurdly trainee-level missions. This should be easy, I thought.

Boy, it couldn't be further from the truth…

End of Prologue

Author's notes: Whew! There's the Prologue. Sorry. It's pretty short. This started out as a Language Arts essay for school. Hopefully it will become a full-on story! Anyway...

What is the mission that Eric has to accomplish? What troubles await him? And why does his dream bother him so much?

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