Author's Notes

This one's a bit rough, there's so many time skips in this one! I'm sure it isn't perfect, so please review! The idea behind this is the gravity childrens' past and what happens when the government decides they want them back. There's a few bits about conspiracy theories, too. ~.^

Disclaimer: Air Gear belongs to Oh!Great

"X-32Q8 looks like another failure."

"So those three were the only successes?"

"Yeah. X-47K9, X-53R2, and X-9AZ3."

The voices faded into the distance as our group huddled together in the dark room. One person stood up and walked out. He had X-47K9 written on the back of his regulation jumpsuit. The door closed again behind him and it was dark again.

One Year Later

There was a lot of shouting as the flames jumped higher. They burned their golden glow into everyone's memory as they ate away at the machinery.

Only one of the doctor's had been trapped in the facility with us during the fire. It seemed he had been abandoned along with the rest of us when no rescue team came. Although, a day later Ine, the Pledge Queen, had the elevator to the surface working again. It was something we all knew how to use, but only Ine, Simca, and Rune could fix it. They were the only mechanics. Once it was working, the doctor took the case with the sky regalia inside it and tried to leave. We cornered him on the stairs where he died after falling off.

"I just want freedom."

His last words made us curious, so we decided to head for the top of the tower, the exit and the sky. After taking several trips to get everyone up the elevator, we began to head for the door. We were almost there when the doors began to close. Somehow we had triggered and automatic safety response on the way up and it was putting the facility into lock-down. As we skated as fast as we could to the shrinking exit, X-53R2 got his sleeve caught on something. I swerved to keep from hitting him and stopped to help pull it off. By the time he was untangled it was too late.

Five Years Later

We had trained under every condition the tower had to offer and luckily we had also found a large supply of emergency rations. They were only meant to last a month, but they were also meant for about two-hundred people that would have been in the tower at any given time when it was in use. Among other things we had found were a storage closet where we found the most amazing discovery. There were shelves of silver cases with big writing printed on them in english. We realized that there were two with any given number on them and that they were for the gravity children. We each pulled down the ones with out own numbers and opened them. One of each of ours was empty, inside was only a note that said something along the lines of: Prototype regalia (Insert number here) (Insert type here). That's when we realized that the regalia the gravity children had been using all along were incomplete versions, the finished ones were in the other silver cases. We counted and found two cases for each of the fifteen gravity children.

X-53R2 checked the readings for every monitor we had figured out to use over the years. Then he went on to use one of the many skills that the doctors and researchers had never known about: hacking. He was finally about to break through the final password to get into all of the documents in the facility network. All of this information had been lost to the researchers when they abandoned the tower with us in it. 3R2 (the gravity children had always called each other by the last part of out numbers, as we had no real names with the exception of Kilik), had set up and email account and as soon as he cracked the last password, he uploaded all of the documents and sent them to himself.

After he confirmed them showing up in the in-box, he helped me drag the silver cases onto a little trolley to put on the elevator. The pressure gauges were giving us reading that would suggest that the pressure-lock doors that had trapped us in the facility for so long would be opening soon. It seemed that another safety feature of the tower was that if the pressure built us like it had, they would immediately open in order to avoid an explosion. We put the cart in a place where they couldn't be seen coming in because they were almost right next to the exit. Both of us had on our prototype regalia when the door opened. That was when the first wave came.

Twenty Minutes Later

I frowned and looked around at the many unconscious people that were taking dirt naps on the floor. X-53R2 had mentioned that someone had found out about the regalia in the tower, there had also been some interesting conspiracy theories about the fire and the gravity children. I was about to leave when I heard two more pairs of Air Treks heading for the room. I almost fell over from surprise when I saw who it was. When they noticed us they broke out in huge smiles.

"4B5! 2N1!"

"We 'ave a'tual names now ya know."

"Names," X-53R2 shifted uncomfortably. "Like the doctors?"

"But better. I'm Nike and-"

"M' name is Sora!"

"Oka-ay," I frowned. "What about us?"

"Zen," they pointed to X-53R2, "and Kuishi!"

We looked at each other before breaking into gigantic smiles. Then we spent about an hour, with the help of the other members of the team Sora had created, clearing the unconscious people from the tower. Falco said they were called stormriders.

When Dontores commented on the silver cases, we just aid they were something we were researching and that we'd give them the results as soon as they were avaliable. They left it alone and let us drag it out of the facility in peace.

Zen and I were thirteen years old the first time we ever saw the sky.

One Month Later

"Faia?"

"Yeah," the red-head looked at me.

"It's so different outside."

"Yeah," he looked up at the clouds.

"I like it."

"Are you sure you don't want to join Sleeping Forest?"

"Yes," Zen and I chanted in unison.

Spitfire laughed and we all stood up. Zen stretched his legs after rising from his cross-legged position on the ground and we began to skate back to the Trophaeum Tower. We kicked off our ATs and gained speed to do tricks on our way. After landing a particularly spectacular series of flips, we noticed a group shadowing us.

3rd Person

The team Kibaku had noticed the easily-recognizable Fire King regalia that was being worn so casually by Spitfire and had immediately started talking.

"If we can get those we'll be legendary!"

"Yeah man, if."

The three gravity children stopped to watch the now-silent group approaching. They easily guessed what the group wanted, but didn't plan on handing it over.

"We're gonna be late."

"Correction, you're going to be late. We don't have to be anywhere."

"You do if you wanna see Nike before he leaves."

At this point, Kibaku got impatient and attacked, leaving Zen and Kuishi completely out of the fight. They stood by until someone decided that attacking them might throw off Spitfire's concentration. Instead, Zen took care of them while Kuishi did a wall ride until she was above the team leader and dropped down, knocking him out. She pulled the Kibaku emblem out of his jacket pocket and put it in her own.

"Kibaku is now disbanded."

One Year Later

"Run!"

Zen looked down on the chaos and experienced pure panic for the first time in his life. Twenty miles away Kuishi burst into the Wind headquarters. She stormed across the lobby like a tornado and slammed Kaito Wanajima into the wall.

"You're a real idiot, aren't you? Stupid, stupid crocodile."

"What are you talking about, bitch!"

"Didn't they ever teach you the importance of information? You just had to go talk to Kilik! Number one most likely to overreact. Oh! And, when it comes to mentality, he's the weak point of Sleeping Forest. Or did you already know that one?"

He open his mouth to insult her in return, but she completely ignored him when her phone rang. The short conversation was incomplete for him, but gave him enough to make him start regreting what he had done. Kuishi's side of the conversation involved telling the person on the other end to knock people out so they wouldn't kill each other. She hung up and turned to leave, dropping Kaito unceremoniously on the floor.

"I've got a murder to stop. Never forget this, crocodile, because you're gonna owe us forever."

End Prolouge