Hello Everyone. This is Shin Kerron, one of the Writing Alchemists. Anyway, here's a fic that me, Kay, and Slash made together.

Disclaimer: We don't own gundam, but we DO OWN OUR CHARACTERS AND THEIR SUITS! SO FOR CRYING OUT LOUD DON'T COPY THEM!

Gundam WS

Episode 1

Tournament's Ending, War's Beginning

Narrator: The Year is A. C. (after colony) 200. Five years after the defeat of the Oz Corporation. Since the defeat of the Oz Corporation, what few members it had left banded together to create the Gale Corporation. Thus far the corporation has been a peaceful organization that has helped many families that suffered during the war, but, lately, the corporation's motives have been getting...darker...less peaceful. Another thing the corporation has been doing is hosting large gundam tournaments. Such as the Crab Cup and the Bird Cup Tournaments. Another group has also risen, one that seems to be countering the Gale Corporation's darker motives. The group is known simply, as the Wing Squadren. A small force made up of a group of gundam pilots, an earth base, and a small support crew for the base. So far, there have been no major battles between the two forces, but the conflicts have been getting worse. And this, leads us to the story.

Kestril walked over to Berg and Kisho. "The next Tournament got cancelled because of an attack on the arena, and they can't get another one scheduled." Kestril said with a sigh as she stopped in front of them. Kisho was shocked at the news from Kestril and just yelled, "Canceled? Attacked? What now?"

Berg looked over their credit accounts. "...we need money." He sighed. "Well, since there isn't going to be a tournament anytime soon, we could always get jobs as mercenaries till a better way of making money shows its presence." Kestril sighed. "And what would we do as mercenaries?" She asked. "Besides...I don't think people are going to hire a girl, and a noob kid, even if they do work with you...you are the only person that has any experience with mercenary work out of us Berg..." Kestril said with a sigh "Trust me, they'll hire anybody these days with all the weird stuff going around. How do you think I got my experience as a mercenary?" Berg said. "I know a place were we can get some good money. Come on." He said as he called a taxi. Kisho, "Well ok then lets be mercenaries I guess."

Kestril sighed and shook her head. "Fine then..." She said. They all three got in a taxi. "I still don't think that anyone would hire me..." Kestril said as she sighed again. "I disagree. You remember that time we fought in the Crab Cup tournament?" Berg said. Kisho, "I remember." "That's not what I mean...sure I can fight...but don't you think it will be hard for someone to trust a girl that has no real name or any real past?" Kestril said as she looked to Berg.

Berg turned to her. "What do you mean?" He said, staring at her in confusion. Kestril sighed, realizing that she had just opened a conversation that she had never wanted to open. "I don't have much of a past...the farthest back I can remember is when I was sixteen..." Kestril said quietly.

scene changes to black and white of Kestril when she was around 16

Kestril runs through the streets, fear in her eyes, it was pouring down rain. She has a cut on her forehead and several bruises on her face, almost as though she has been beaten. She is also holding her left arm, it seems to be broken in a couple of places. Kestril tripped and fell, she just stayed on the ground, too afraid to try and get up. Her clothes were soaked with rain, and torn. She looked as though she had been running for her life.

Someone with broad shoulders and a still beard with stiff whiskers about a forth of an inch long stepped near her. Using a massive hand he gently tucked it under Kestril's chin and lifted her face towards his. His brown eyes looked down into her green ones. "Hello there, are you lost kid?" The man said in a deep voice that suggested him to be in his mid to late 40s. Kestril looked up at him. "I don't know..." She replied. The bruises on her face were darkened, and she was still cradling her left arm. "I don't even know...my...own name..." Kestril said, tears starting to come to her eyes. Kestril had a small frame and build, she looked even smaller with the strange man standing over her. Her eerie green eyes were filled with fear.

"Oh...I see." The man said, stroking his beard a little. "Well, yah can come with me till you can remember if ya want." He said smiling, his brown beard smelled heavily of sake, but it seemed to suit the man. Kestril looked up at him. "But what name could I go by?" She asked as she kept looking at him. "Hmm...that's a good point." The man said. His eyes looked at the bruises on her arm. Being polite he shook it off as a trick of the light. "...You're quite the tough little gal aren't you?" he said. "How do you like the name Kestril?" He asked, helping her to her feet and beginning to lead her off. "Kestril?" She asked as he helped her to her feet. "I like that...but I'm not all that sure that I'm tough..." She said as she walked with him, still cradling her left arm. "What can I call you?" She asked. "Just call me Grant for now. It's a nick name of sorts." The man said laughing a little. "Grant?" Kestril asked, she was confused now.

Kestril suddenly let out a cry of pain as her left arm bumped something. "I'm alright..." She said quickly, not wanting to worry this kind stranger. The man who called himself Grant looked down at her arm. Slowly he moved back the sleeve on it so he could see it better. It was broken. "My god! You need help kid!" He said, he picked her up with ease and began running to wherever they were going. "I can walk! Put me down! And my arm is fine!" Kestril shouted in protest.

Cutting through the flashback, Berg's voice came through. "Kestril? Are you alright? We're here." He said. Kestril shook her head and looked to Berg. "Yeah I'm fine..." She said. "Where are we?" "We're at the place were we can get some jobs as mercenaries." Berg said, pointing to the office that was dwarfed by a huge docking bay. Kestril nodded silently. She smiled a bit at the memory. "Alright then...Let's go then..."

Berg and the others walked into the office. Surprisingly it was connected to the huge docking bay. It reminded him of one of his earliest missions as a mercenary. It had been quite the battle and he was still a bit of a Noob, but he held his own. Then something really odd happened. Something that was cloaked, and well, started attacking suits on both sides. Berg didn't know what to do. Then one of the units on the opposite side shot it down. The suit was made of gundamium, but the shot knocked it off course and made its cloak go offline. The suit landed and the pilot rolled out of the cockpit. Berg could only remember something glowing on the pilots back. "Berg you alright?" Kestril asked as she looked to him.

"Who do we need to talk to, to get a job?" She asked. "Hmm? Oh, sorry. That guy." Berg said, pointing over to a guy behind a desk. "Ah, Berg Winchest here again." The man said. "...I've only been here like what four times?" Berg said. "Five and not a lot of people choose to continue being a mercenary, find a girl friend or something." The man said. "I assume you want an assignment?" The man asked. "Yeah, one for me and my friends here." Berg answered.

The man started going through files "I've only got one open right now. You'll be fighting in a battle, 'cept here's the thing...you'll be fighting Gale Corporation units." The man said. "Sounds fine to me." Kestril said as she shrugged. "Bout time we did some real fighting instead of fighting in tournaments." She said calmly. "Kestril...The gale Corporation is the one that headed all those tournaments we were in." Berg mentioned. "...Well...we do need some money." Berg said, scratching the back of his head as he debated what to do. "Well they shouldn't have done what ever they did to provoke an attack from those that attacked them. I say we take the job." Kestril said calmly.

"Alright then. We shall." Berg said. "Fine, you'll be boarding this shuttle to the battle zone tomorrow. Bring your suits here and get some sleep for tonight." The man said, turning back to various documents. Kestril nodded. "let's go then.

after they had brought their suits

Kestril was checking over Out Stretched Wings. "How is the Dragoon?" She asked. "Pretty good." Berg called down from his spot near the Dragoon's shoulder. "Say Kestril, why were you so eager to accept this mission?" He asked. Kestril looked up to Berg. "No reason...I just don't like the Gale Corporation." She replied. "Whatever." Berg said.

He made his way over to the cockpit. "Night, we've got to earn some money tomorrow in that battle." He said. Kisho, "Night all." he said from the foot of the Knight Gundam and laid down there. Kestril nodded. "Night you two." Kestril said, then she climbed into OSW's Cockpit. She closed the cockpit. "He isn't ready to know the truth...not yet..."

The next morning.

Berg woke up and turned on the Dragoon's systems. "Rise and shine, Dragoon, time to go to work." "Yes sir!" The AI system responded. Berg sighed. The Dragoon had a tendency to refer to him as Sir as if he was a high ranking officer. He could never get it to quit. "How about you spear?" Berg asked, turning to the screen that displayed the spear's stats. "All systems are operational master." The spear's AI responded. That was another thing, the spear always called him master.

"Took you long enough to wake up Berg." Kestril said. She had been awake a while, long before the sun had risen. It was a force of habit she had developed. "Alright, we're on the shuttle, we have a bit to continue working, and then we get a few more hours' worth of sleep while on the way to the battle zone." Berg said, running some more system scans. "I already finished my maintenance on Wings...anything else needs to be done?" Kestril asked. "I dunno, might as well kick back and wait." Berg said, slipping his goggles over his eyes to drown out some light and prepare to sleep a bit more so he'd be fully rested.

Kisho was still asleep but was on the ground now snoring silently. Kestril looked to Kisho and shook her head. "The Noob is a weird one...I think that he could sleep anywhere..." Kestril said as she shook her head again. Berg pushed his goggles back up. "He should at least fall asleep in his suit. He'll be rudely awakened when we launch." He said. He hit a few keys. "Hey Kisho! Get in your suit before you take a nap." He said over an intercom. Kisho got up, "Is it morning already?" he asked sleepily. "Been morning a while kiddo. Get in your gundam, we have to launch soon." Kestril said as she looked to him.

A few minutes later.

"Launching." Said a mechanical voice as the shuttle took off. Kisho got into Knight and did scan of his suit to make sure that he can at least launch cause he would probably not be of much help since it can only do close range attacks and is also the most inexperienced of the three, "Systems are all green Kisho." the AI of the Knight Gundam said. Kisho, "Right then I am ready for Yawn when we head into battle." he was still a bit tired and then fell asleep where he was.

Kestril just sighed and shook her head. "That kid is gonna be the death of himself in battle..." Kestril said. "Yeah, but he's got a good idea. We should rest so that we're completely rested for the battle." Berg said, pushing down his goggles again. His blue eyes looked strange through the darkly tinted green lenses. Kestril sighed. "You're right..." Kestril said, then she crossed her arms and fell asleep.

they get to the battle field.

"Guys wake up, we are about to launch into battle." Kestril said over the com. link. "Already am." Berg answered as he began inputting battle procedures. "What about you noob?" He asked. Kisho, "All set." he said with a smile, "So lets launch already." "Patience is a virtue Noob, calm down." Kestril said calmly.

"Ready to launch in 5...4...3...2...1...launch!" the voice said. All three suits were launched at the same time.

"We're approaching enemy units. Let's show them how to fly!" Berg said, using the thrusters to head towards them quickly. The other units on their side also launched. Kisho, "Well I will take any that come close to the ship k?" "You do that Kisho." Kestril said. OSW's wings spread as it flew towards the enemy suits. "Time to teach these people how to fight." Kestril said as the OSW took out its beam saber. Now the OSW was slashing suits with its wings and the beam saber.

Berg saw a whole bunch of suits flying in a single flight pattern. He couldn't believe how easy this was going to be. He charged up the plasma cannon and got the spear to curl around his suit's dragon neck like arm. "Triple attack!" He yelled, as the plasma cannon fired, the flamethrower throwing fire that twisted around the blast as did the spear as it rushed forward. Kisho watched the battle from close by and saw that some of the suits got by Berg and Kestril, "Alright Knight here we go." AI, "Right." they took out the Long beam saber (L.B.S.) and slashed the ones that got to close in half.

The battle was going good, it seemed like it would be over soon. ...Then, the reinforcements came. "Uh oh, this doesn't look good." Berg said as he saw a lot of suits and other units approaching. "I was wondering when this would happen..." Kestril said as she flew at another group of suits. Kisho moaned, "More suits? This can't be good for us Guys. There is getting to be too many to handle for me over here." he called out. "We're getting our butts kicked, but we can't do a lot to turn the tides! They just have too many!" Berg yelled.

Suddenly a whole bunch of artillery rained down upon the enemy units. "What the hell?" Berg couldn't help but say. "Seems like we are getting some help." Kestril said to Berg on the com. link. A blast of lightning suddenly destroyed a group of suits, and a shield came around Kisho as a group of suits attempted to attack him. "Huh? What is happening?" Kisho asked. He was confused as to where the lightning, artillery, and shield came from.

A suit with wings appeared in the battlefield. The pilot inside yelled "Phoenix Missiles!" as it launched a few red missiles that were marked as a hybrid heat seeker/lock on missile. Another winged suit appeared, this one carrying all sorts of long range weaponry such as sniper beam rifles. "Full Clip!" It's pilot yelled, as all the ammo in several of its weapons was emptied onto enemy units. A winged gundam that was yellow, light blue and red appeared, holding a cannon like weapon. "Lightning cannon!" The pilot shouted. The cannon fired more lightning blasts at the enemy. Another winged suit appeared. This one had silver wings, its body was white and silver as well. It was carrying all defense weapons. Such as shields, and other defense weapons. "You ok?" The pilot asked Kisho, the shield staying around the two gundams.

"Who are you guys?" Berg asked over a com link. The ship that fired the missiles turned to the dragoon. The image of a man in his early 50s showed on the screen. He had brown eyes and hair, with a stiff haired beard that was about a fourth of an inch in length. "We are the pilots of the Wing Squadren, a force against the darker movements of Gale Corporation." He said

Announcer: Next time on Gundam WS

The Wing Squadren, a group of pilots that fight Gale Corporation. New faces are met, and Kestril revels more of the day she was found.

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