First off, I'd like to thank you for reading this far. I've always liked the UC series of Gundam compared to the AU's, but there was one series that really stuck out to me, and that was Mobile Suit Victory Gundam. If you haven't seen it, I recommend it, though there is evidence to prove that Tomino wanted it to be a complete failure, such as the overuse of motorcycles. Skipping the unimportant details, I've noticed how Uso wasn't apart of the characters tab, as well as there being few works with him in it. Yada yada yada, this story is based off Mobile Suit ZZ Gundam, but if Uso was a main character along side with Judau Ashta. It won't go down exactly like the show, but it'll follow the same basis when it comes to the progression of the plot. Thank you, and please review or message me if you have anything to say. Thank you. Also, I'm aware of the lack of creativity in the title, but I thought it was simple enough, and yes, I know the V Gundam is more powerful than the Zeta, it'll be explained in the next chapter though. I'll also start adding a detailed description of each new mobile suit introduced to the bottom from the Gundam Wiki.
Happiness: An emotion in humans that signifies both pleasure and contentment. An emotion that Uso Ewin had not had not experienced to its true extent. This wasn't to say that he himself never smiled nor was never happy, but he never had anyone to truly share any emotions with for that matter aside from his parents, from what he could remember. His parents, Hangleg Ewin and Muller Miguel, were proud patriots of the Earth Federation. At the age of eight, when he first heard from his parents that they would be joining the Titans, he thought nothing of it.
"Titans." He muttered weakly through a parched whisper as he woke up groggily. Uso's eyes fluttered opened to the sight of the gleaming stars that littered throughout the vast view of space. It took a few minutes for him to finally realize he was inside a mobile suit. Memories of escaping Gyrps 2 came flooding slowly in as he reached for a canister of water that laid beside him. 'I was… going somewhere… Somewhere important...' He stopped mid thought as his fruitless attempt to squeeze the canister resulted only in puffs of hot air. 'Empty, go figure... Wait...' More memories came over the tired boy as he remembered leaving the Gyrps 2 with a mobile suit.
His mother was once part of Anaheim Electronics, where she built mobile suits along side with her colleagues before she went to work for the Titans, while his father was always a pilot trainer. So when they arrived on Gyrps 2, it was no surprise that his parents were to be assigned their usual duties, but what his mother and father showed him a week ago, was indeed a welcomed surprise for the young boy. At least a better surprise than waking up in a cramped cockpit.
"Mom, Dad, are we allowed to be here?"
"Don't be silly dear, I work here. Besides, I have something to show you."
"What is it?"
"Son, your mother will show you when we get there."
"Sorry dad."
The large mobile suit factory was already an amazement for him as it was, but what made the young boy truly awestruck was one particular mobile suit that they had finally reached. Sure, he'd seen plenty of mobile suits before, but what brought special about the one mere yards away from him was the similarities it had to the original white suit gundam.
"The LM312V04 prototype mobile suit." His mother announced as she placed her hand on her son's shoulder. "I call it the Victory Gundam."
"Wow… Mom… th-this looks awesome!"
"You better get used to admiring it son, because this is going to be yours one day."
"What do you mean, dad?"
"What I mean is that one day you'll have someone to protect and you might need to take action like myself and your mother have done for you."
"Don't get too used to the colors, we're going to have to change that ugly white to a nice Titan blue."
"But mom, it's perfect how it is."
"You'll have to explain that to higher ups when you grow up, because orders are orders."
"That won't be necessary, Ms. Miguel." The young boy could still remember the shock on both his parents' faces when the intimidating woman appeared from behind them as she quietly made her way to them with a white cardboard box she held in one arm.
"Ma'am! I-"
"We've got reports of Earth Federation patrols activity around Axis, our prototypes cannot be compromised. Do a routine check with the Gaza units."
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Not your son, though. I would like to have a word with him. Alone." Though his mother was taken back to why a woman with as many responsibilities would want to spend her valuable time talking with a twelve year old. However, a stern look from her husband told her that it wouldn't be wise to upset someone as powerful as her. Reluctantly, she kissed her son on the forehead before leaving to regroup with her team. When Haman gripped his shoulder, Uso didn't feel the same affectionate touch as the one given by his mother, but rather he felt uneasy when she made contact. She got down on one knee to stare at the Victory Gundam with a blank expression. "Stop whimpering." Uso, in an attempt to look as menacing as Haman, made a weak and a nervous grunt along side a forced smile.
"I-I'm not!" He shouted as his voiced cracked a bit.
"Don't interrupt." She scolded in a low tone. "Your mother has been recognized as a great asset to our cause, and as so, she's been accommodated for her achievements." She let go of the young boy's white shirt only to hand him the white box she had been carrying. "Open it, its from your mother." With hesitation, Uso looked away from the scowling eyes of Haman and back to white box he held in. "Open it, now." All it took were those three words for him to quickly rip off the top of the cardboard case to reveal what was inside. The young boy held a blueish-green jacket with a yellow coating inside the thick layers. Without needing to be told, the excited young boy hastily slid his arms through the sleeves and in no time he had it on.
"T-Thanks! Ms. Karn!"
"I honestly don't see what thanks I deserve, in this case anyway."
"Ms. Karn?"
"What is it, boy?"
"Why didn't my mom just give this to me?"
"You would think, but she and her colleagues kept pestering me on how much of an honor it would be if someone such as I were to hand deliver her gift for you on your birthday."
"Bu-But it's not my birthday…"
"True, I was to be the guest of honor, according to her jurisdiction anyway. Sort of, a surprise and aspiration for you, I suppose."
"Wouldn-n't make more sense to come on my birthday?"
"Seeing how you're a child, you might yet to understand that being in my position, I can't afford to schedule trivial events for one person in particular. Priorities, boy, a life lesson you'll sure to come across upon."
"Ms. Karn?"
"What now?"
"Why'd you agree to come?"
"To boost the morale and spirit of our mobile production team. We are in a war, in case you weren't aware."
"Ms. Karn?"
"I begin to grow weary of these questions."
"Why do people have to die?" She shot a frown at the boy before wordlessly walking away- leaving his question unanswered.
After several tries, Uso finally managed to pull off his helmet before tossing it to his side. He then grasped the controls of the Victory Gundam, only to find it immobile and unable to do anything aside from sustaining life support- to which even then the young boy felt unsure of how much oxygen he had left. Uso sat back down in his seat and sighed as he continued to look around the cockpit for anything useful. The more and more he searched for anything he could use, the more he remembered the final moments aboard the Gyrps 2. The AEUG Nemo mobile suits. 'Why is there only trash in here?!' He thought to himself as he began to swat away wrappers and empty bottles. Suddenly, he retaliated in pain he hit a solid surface from within the piles of aluminum refuse. Sore, but curious, Uso reached in to pull out a medium sized luggage suitcase and sat it on his lap to open it. Inside, he found there to be a couple outfits folded neatly inside along side with a family portrait and a radio communicator. 'A lot of empty space for such a large suitcase... Probably explains where the food came f- Wait, radio?' He quickly fumbled to turn on the device, and was met with a shock as the time and date came up on the monitor: 0088.02.29, 01:25. Still taken back at his predicament, he failed to notice as the radio began to transmit an incoming message.
"This is Captain Bright, of the Argama! We're bringing your mobile suit aboard! Do NOT, I repeat-" It all came flooding back to him: he had been spending the past five days space after his mother told him to take the V Gundam once the escape shuttles were gone, but due to the mobile suit being so rushed to be ready, its thrusters didn't last long. His father stayed with the Titans as his mother was presumably taken as a refuge by the AEUG. His head began to be filled worry as dropped the radio on to the suitcase. "-Resist, and we will open fire!" It was his birthday, thirteenth birthday to be exact, and the first one he could remember not smiling.
LM312V04 Victory Gundam: A limited production MS designed around a Core Fighter, the Victory Gundam consisted of a "Top Fighter" and "Bottom Fighter", each of which could be separated and docked with a Core Fighter or operated via remote control from another Core Fighter. The modular/docking design not only increased the chances of pilot survivability, thus allowing a pilot to continue fighting if part of his mobile suit was damaged or destroyed, but also allowed for replacement of destroyed modules mid-battle if needed. This ability makes the Victory Gundam a tough opponent. The LM312V04 Victory Gundam was the first mobile suit to incorporate the "Minovsky Flight" system, a miniaturized Minovsky craft system designed to keep the mobile suit hovering in mid-air at any altitude while maneuvering with its rocket and vernier thrusters. As a result, the Victory Gundam has unprecedented mobility in Earth's atmosphere, even in MS mode. The Minovsky Flight technology would later serve as the basis for the LM314V21 Victory 2 Gundam's much more advanced "Minovsky Drive".