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Prologue
The figure was blanketed in darkness. He sat alone, no one there to share a companionable silence.
It was just the way he wanted it.
Now, what was someone like him doing sitting around in this dark chamber?
He was contemplating.
What was he contemplating about? Past events, both distant and recent.
He thought back to the point where his life had turned around and led him to where he was today. He thought about the days when the Earth Sphere Alliance had ruled the Earth. Ah, the Alliance. His first customers…
Then there was the organization Oz and their leader, Trieze Khushrenada. He recalled that young man alright. If it hadn't been for him then he wouldn't have been able to amass the wealth that he had managed to accumulate.
\Operation Meteor; now that brought back memories. Getting that Gundanium had been tricky but then again he had based his reputation on giving his customers exactly what they wanted. He didn't know what those old men wanted with the metal and he didn't care. All it meant was a large sum of money entering his pockets and bank accounts.
Romafeller had been an annoying nuisance but he had made sure that the Foundation couldn't do without his "particular" services. They may have had wealth that had spanned generations and good business senses but when it came to world domination, they were complete idiots. He had generously donated the technology and computer systems they would end up using to create the Foundation's beloved Mobile Dolls. Of course, that had been after he had threatened to destroy their own wealth. Oh the wonders computer viruses could accomplish…
White Fang had played right into his hands when the rebel group had tried to start its own revolution. They needed weapons too and he was only too happy to help out. It didn't matter whether their intentions were noble or not. He didn't care.
Of course, when the Eve War had ended, it impacted his business somewhat but those financial ills were soon remedied when he caught on to the scheme of Dekim Barton. The Second Eve War hadn't lasted long and the aborted revolution had been nothing but a waste of time. However, it did put enough capital into his hands that he could live off of it without having to work for another cent.
Financial security wasn't enough for him though. Plus, this whole era of peace that that brat Relena Peacecraft had brought in was annoying him to no end. Currently, he was building his own military power but he was sure to keep that a secret.
And how was he doing that? Simple. What Ms. Peacecraft hadn't taken into account were the disgruntled soldiers whose only skill was killing. All he had to do was offer them the opportunity to hold a gun again and they came running to him. He had to be discreet though or certain people would become suspicious.
He had financial and military power at his finger tips. All he wanted now was political power. That kind of power had been beyond his grasp for so long but now he was finally ready. Years of planning and preparation would now bear fruit.
He smirked to himself. Oh yes, he knew exactly what to do. Since he was a nonexistent figure to the world, he would create a false name and persona. With a new face presented to the public and a winning attitude that would make him popular as well as combining certain special incidents, it was only a matter of time until he had the power that he so desired.
Oh yes, it was only a matter of time until he, an arms dealer, a dealer of death, would soon control not only the Earth but all of Outer Space as well.
And no one would be the wiser either…