Everywhere you looked, you saw flat, square houses, made up of mud and clay. The water was not safe to drink, and it wasn't common for one person to use to water for drinking, before or sometimes after they saw someone use said water as their toilet. Thankfully the people's bodies had developed a resistance to these disgusting conditions, but for many, Vagan was a tomb, one that they had no choice but to die in, slowly and painfully.
Long ago, the previous leader of Vagan, Fezarl Ezelcant proposed a plan to take back the Earth Sphere, to take revenge on the ones below that forsook them. Every Vagan knew of what happened, the 'Mars Birthday' event the elders called it before communications with Earth ceased. The aplomb was plentiful, the desire for vengeance so great that the elder Vagans described the climate as a 'group of predators ready to pounce, their mouths leaking saliva while their faces were twisted with glee at the thoughts of revenge.' Vagan was a world of death, a giant coffin that kept it's occupants perpetually ill, and a living representation of humanity's curiosity, and their own pride getting the better of them, and the consequences that followed
But one 12 year old Lu Anon remembered things differently. One night everything was normal. Her brother put her to bed and she slowly drifted off to sleep. The next morning, everything changed. She didn't remember the Earth Sphere being all white. She didn't remember the Colonies being on Earth, her neighbors talking as though they didn't care about the Earth Sphere, or the fact she could go outside! But most of all, she never remembered the Second Moon being close to this white, icy planet.
She could see it from outside her's and Deens house, her brother going along his merry way as he went to buy food from the market. It was the weirdest thing! Her brother kept saying that planet was Earth, her neighbors kept saying that planet was Earth, but that couldn't be! Earth was a beautiful, vibrant planet filled with greenery, blue waters, clean water, and bright skies. The time of day changed without the use of the Second Moon's artificial sky, and there was food that was plentiful! What she saw above was nothing but an icy ball that radiated death. From a young age, Lu had a great sense of empathy, able to feel what others around her thought, reading the emotions of people whenever they tried to lie to her, and even being influenced by said emotions. This icy planet that was supposed to be Earth was radiating such emotions, negative emotions that bought her to tears.
"Lu!" She heard her brother yell as she broke down on the ground crying. "Lu what's wrong?!" He put her into his arms to console her, but he couldn't do anything; no one could. She could feel it in her core, this sense of wrongness that permeated the world above and then everything around her. Where was she?
Advanced Generation 164. It was a new ice age, one that had started nearly a century ago. There wasn't an ounce of greenery to be found no matter where you looked, whether from the ground or from above, the earth was completely frozen over. Aside from the many domes and rocket like objects sticking out from the ground like grotesque protrusions, the only other evidence that life still existed here were the many ships on the glacial sea. They basically plowed the land as it were, melting the ice, shattering it into pieces, or just breaking through it with massive drills, these ships ferried people from protrusion to protrusion, acting as the only safe way humans could get to their little shelters, today's generation suffering from the folly of their ancestors.
The Colony Nations War was to blame for this travesty. Back when the earth was green and robots towered over buildings, their ancestors fought, and fought, and fought, over things many today would call trivial. The people of space, these Colonists, began to develop a sense of superiority over the planet below, feeling their ties to Earth hindered them, and that the government at the time prevented them from being truly independent and free. One by one, these ideas of superiority and independence spread at a rate some former Colonists would say like a virus, and soon enough the colonies began to demand autonomy, reactivating the mobile suit military program to act as their tools of destruction when the governments of the planet below refused and rejected their calls for independence and denied any possibility of autonomy. This stubbornness on both sides ignited a war that eclipsed any conflict worse than any mankind had ever experienced. Many today wouldn't even know what the war was fought over, but It did, and It knew a lot more than anyone alive today ever could. If you asked some random elderly man off the streets today what words like 'Europe' or 'America' meant, the best you'd get was that you were using Europe as shorthand for the Advanced European Union. Many even think that maps of the seven continents were nothing but something from a fantasy novel, and even if the world wasn't a giant icicle, fantasy is what those maps might as well be. 30 colonies. 30 of these monstrosities, the vessels that carried humanity's hopes, fell to the earth, signifying the end; the of the A.D. Era, the end of the Silver Chalice Treaty that was secretly being formed ,the end of the mobile suits as humanity knew them, and basically, the end of the world as humanity knew it. It was only thanks to the durability of the Colonies, that humanity was able to survive, and it was thanks to the will of whatever deities that existed that the planet wasn't knocked out of orbit. Communications were intact between the crashed vessels, the ones that landed in water were fine...for the most part, and the architecture and infrastructure for most of them was intact, almost as if there wasn't a crash from orbit. It hated to attribute anything to the people on this iceball, but their ancestors knew how to build a Colony, moreso than anyone from Vagan.
However, a problem came up regarding the survivors. The 30 colonies could only hold 12 billion in total, and they had a total 1.2 billion living in them. The population of surviving humans that were still alive...was 56 billion, leaving just a mere 11 billion to belt it into the Colonies. However, more problems arose. Like any post-apocalyptic scenario, there were major geological changes and permanent alterations to the planet's weather patterns. The pollution that had formed from decades of extensive Mobile Suit usage and production along with the Colony Nations War and the fuel from the Colonies crashing into the planet had reduced the planet's atmosphere to a toxic wasteland whose radiation levels were worse than anything in the past. Even now, in A.G. 164, It could detect that the raidiaton was still going strong, in every water molecule, in every snowflake. It couldn't blame the idiot Earthnoids; there was no possible way anyone at the time could predict how utterly devastating and deadly the fallout would be..
Of the 56 billion that survived the colony crashes, only around 700,000 were able to make it into the Colonies alive, and of those only 33,000 were considered clean enough to be integrated with the populace. Oh if only they had the radiation detection and cleaning technology that Vagan had at the time, but It supposed that being so backwards, it was the best they could do. Back on Vagan, the people that made It would have at least had the mercy, the common decency to spare those poor people from such a cruel fate by bringing them to the Eternal Sleep. Death did not come to those people swiftly that was for sure, and it would come excruciatingly slowly to these little ants holed up in their hills on this iceball, so It figured that hey, why not give the ancestors of those cruel humans who subjected their own people to a cold death the same treatment? And It the perfect Colony to start this rampage at was Colony 22-44Z, home to the town of Oliver Notes, and officially belonging to the former country of Scandinavia. It was going to rain death upon this Colony, and succeed at the missions that It's predecessors had failed at time and time again: and what were these tasks?
1:The destruction of the Asuno family who had so vexed It's creators and Vagan for so many decades.
2: To retrieve the AGE Device that the Asunos stole and bring it back to space.
3: To take revenge for It's predecessors who the Asunos and their allies destroyed.
And lastly and most importantly 4: To destroy the Asuno's little lapdogs, the Gundams, once and for all.
[This is LN-44 Orga-Cyclo en route to 22-44Z. I have an ETA of four hours at my current speed. No hostiles detected and as far as I know, I have eluded detection by Federation forces.] Not like they could do anything if they could detect It anyways. After all, It was the top of the line in close quarters maritime combat. At just 26 feet tall, 32 feet wide, and 60 feet long, It had nothing on Gafran's height or power, but It made up for that and then some in speed and utility. It was a mixture of blues, reds, and cream-whites, it's main lower serpentine body being all blue with red eyes on it's sea-serpent like mouth with two jamming satellites on the top of it's head shaped like horns. The head and spiky, segmented neck of it's lower half took up the first 30 feet of It's length, and the latter 30 were the giant 'fins' at it's back took up the latter half. It's rounded, stumpy, legs extended its body 20 feet off the ground and it's feet were two large, 12 foot long pontoons equipped with red anti-grav engines on the bottom that let It fly above the waters, and the pontoons themselves only there just in case the anti-grav failed, as well as being storage containers for It's other modes.
But for It, It's most prized abilities in this form came from It's upper half. 40 feet tall, it had the appearance of a lean, wiry, yet muscular human male. It's pectorals, abdominals, triceps and etc were all dark blue and segmented, It's spine functioning as a power cable attached to It's lower half with a large, 8 foot long cream-white missile launcher attached to It's back, It's head was a large optical unit shaped like that of the mythical cyclops, surrounded by a large conch shaped helmet, protecting It's most important parts from harm. It's weaponry was perfect for taking out any marine or aerial ship the Federation could throw at It. It's right arm was a large, bright red heat sword, longer than the neck of It's lower half. The hilt was a circular heating system that kept the blade at a constantly high temperature, enough so that the sword produced a constant amount of scalding hot steam in this arctic water as It travelled to It's destination, steam hot enough that it could boil the flesh off of a human twenty feet away. And It's left arm...that was the most dangerous weapon it had, perfect for fighting the Gundams. [I'm coming for you Asunos...you and your pathetic mockeries!] But first, there was something It had to do...unfortunately [I'm diving underwater now...switching to Sea-Sniper mode.] It always helped to have some insurance, even if the methods of acquiring it were unsatisfactory to say the least, and if It's Creators were right, there was another Gundam in development somewhere on this Colony, far stronger than the last two. It didn't know what happened to the Gundam that took out the Magician's Eight, but It knew that the first Gundam was on this Colony along with probably this -hopefully theoretical- new unit. If It fell to the Gundams like It's predecessors, then at least It'd take them and the Colony down with It.