Disclaimer: I don't own the GW charas, but I do own mine... *sigh*
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Prologue: Signs of a War...
After the tale of the battleship Libra, the five Gundam pilots separate, and begin a new life as normal teenagers. Promising each other that they will never battle again, unless necessary, the Gundams that they each possessed were dismembered, and their parts used for other purposes.
Heero becomes the General of the Sank Kingdom army, and his leadership is well known throughout the land. Duo marries Hilde, and together, they run their mechanical shop. Trowa still stays loyal to the circus, and at the Ringmaster's passing, is now the owner, since the Ringmaster thought of Trowa as his own son. Quatre inherits the Winner family fortune, and builds up the good name of Winner. Wufei returns to the colonies and rebuilds the family Dojo, and ensures the survival of the Dragon Clan.
It's been 27 years, and there has been a few tussles and scrapes, but military forces were able to handle it. But, today, a new organization, which started years ago but has just recently turned up now, has surfaced, and the Gundam pilots are now facing another battle, which they are probably unprepared for...
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Chapt. 1: Revolution of Peace
"Yes?" questioned Heero as he picked up the phone. "What happened?! But how... yes I see... ok but... yes, thank you, goodbye." Sighing, he place the phone back onto the hook. He wasn't expecting this to happen, but it did, and now the Sank Kingdom must take action.
Pressing the button on the video communicator, the other end was received by a woman with sandy-blonde hair. "Hello," she answered, "this is Relena Peacecraft, Vice Foreign Minister of the earth. How may I... Heero?"
"Relena," Heero replies, "I'm sorry, but we couldn't stop them." Taking a seat in his chair, Heero places his head on his outstreched fingers. "I've just gotten word that the colonies have retaliated against the earth. A war has been declared."
Relena sighed. She shook her head, then began to speak. "I'm on the colonies right now, and I'm sure that I can stop this war in a peaceful manner."
"I don't think that there's anything you can do Relena," the general states, "but do what you feel is right. If anything happens up there, I want you on the first shuttle home!"
The Vice Foreign Minister smiled. "Heero, I'll be fine. I'll try to keep spreading the word of pacifism, and I only hope that others will follow." Relena blows Heero a kiss. "Send my love to the children, and I hope to see you soon, Heero. Goodbye." Then, the screen went blank.
"Goodbye Relena," Heero mumbles as he turns off the screen.
Standing up from his chair, Heero looked out from his office window. The sight was of the Sank Kingdom Bay, which sparkled as the sun shone upon it. The view of the bay, which harbored sailboats and other water sports, always seemed to calm him. But now, the thought of all those happy people on the water would be dragged into this senseless war scared him. But since he was a "perfect soldier", Heero supressed his facial expressions, and thus revealed to no one what he felt. His thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of the communicator.
"Yes?" questioned Heero as he pressed the com button.
"General," replied the secretary, "your daughter, Hanna is here to see you."
"Send her in," ordered Heero, as he stood and faced the serene view of the bay again.
Hanna opened the door to her father's office. Observing that her father was standing by the window, Hanna joined him as he looked out the window. Taking in the view for only a second, Hanna lowered her head and asked, "The colonies retaliated, didn't they?"
Closing his eyes, Heero nodded. "You and I both know that this would happen someday, and now that day has come."
Facing her father, Hanna returned Heero's comment with, "So, what's going to happen now?"
"I don't know," came from Heero's lips. "I would ask for the help of my fellow Gundam pilots, but it's been so long since I've conversed with them."
"Then I'll go," Hanna interrupts, "I'll take on this mission."
"It's not that simple," scolded Heero, "they might not want to help. They've seen more bloodshed and death than most of my soldiers, and that could be a very trying experience for a 15-year-old. Besides, they've all got families now, and responsibilities."
"But father," Hanna says, as she looked into Heero's eyes, "They will have to help in some way, won't they? After all, your friends were all Gundam pilots, and they have as much plea for peace as you do."
Returning his daughter's gaze, Heero sees his eyes, the eyes of his youth, which would sparkle at the sound of a mission. Realizing that there was nothing he could do, Heero replied, "Alright, I will allow this. Hanna, your mission is to contact the other Gundam pilots. Inform them of our current situation and ask for their help. If they refuse, then give it up as a lost cause, but I'm sure that it would be a rare case."
A twinkle in Hanna's eyes was the only emotion she displayed on her face. Like her father, she learned to suppress her emotions, and not allow them to surface on her face. "Mission accepted," Hanna echoed the words of her father.
Turning to leave, Hanna was suddenly surprised by Heero, who grabbed her arm. "Take this," Heero says as he holds up an information disc. "This disc should help you on your mission."
Giving a nod, Hanna takes the disc from her father's hand and places it in her pocket. Walking out of the office and into the hall, her older brother, Ryan, blocked her way to the exit.
"Hey Hanna," Ryan replies with a smirk, "where do you think you're going?"
Ignoring her brother, Hanna searched for a way around him. After all, she didn't want to hurt him. "None of your business," snapped Hanna as she tried to push him out of the way.
"Ooh, touchy," mocked the eldest as he held up his hands in a playful defense. Hanna just gave him a look of annoyance.
Studying his face, she saw why the girls drooled over him. His dark, sandy-blonde hair resembled much like that of their mother's. Even his eyes, a brilliant Aquamarine that sparkled everytime he laughed, was also their mother's. But his facial features, in fact, was that of their father's, right down to the cheekbones. But, Ryan smiled more than their father.
Hanna, on the other hand, had the dark brown hair and cobalt blue eyes of her father. She even had his death-stare. But, the profile and face was her mother's. She hardly smiled. "You're a nerd, Ryan."
"Aww, now you've hurt my feelings," Ryan pouted. Seeing that his sister was not all that amused, he got serious. "No, really Hanna, where are you going?"
"To call on the former Gundam pilots," Hanna repeated her mission to the now surprised elder brother.
"You're joking?" Ryan looked as his sister with full concern. The sign on her face told her that she wasn't lying about her statement. "No way Hanna! You're not going out there!"
"I have to!" retaliated the soldier. "Besides, you wouldn't last a day out there!"
"I'm the eldest Hanna, it should be my responsibility."
"Your responsibility is here, with dad, Ryan. You have more knowledge of political stats than I do. Mom needs all the help she can get, and it's your job to rally up some here on earth."
"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"
"You can't stop me, and you know it."
That last statement shocked Ryan. Deep down, Ryan knew that his little sister was right. Stepping to the side, he let his sister pass by. Taking the hint, Hanna walked pass and entered the garage.
"I'm going to have a little talk with father," Ryan stated as he walked towards Heero's office. Passing the stunned secretary, he pushed open the doors to the general's office. "What the hell were you thinking letting Hanna go like that?!"
"Hello Ryan," acknowledged Heero, who was still looking out towards the bay, "what brings you here?"
"You knew," accused Ryan, coming towards his father at an angry pace, "you knew about Hanna, you knew about the dangers, and yet you let her go?!"
"Well, what was I suppose to do?"
"Stopping her would have been nice!"
Heero shook his head. "She has my stubbornness, and your mother's will to carry on. That itself is a lethal combination."
A noise caught both of the men's attention. Looking bellow, on the path that led out, they saw a motorcycle rider with a green tanktop on. Her long, dark brown hair stuck out of her helmet as she sped along the road to her destiny.
"Where is she headed now?" asked Ryan.
"According to my calculations," Heero answered, "she should be heading towards Duo and Hilde's shop. They're much more near than the others, since they reside on the outskirts of the Sank Kingdom."
"She should?"
"Don't worry Ryan, Hanna is well trained. She can take care of herself."
Pressing he hands against the glass, Ryan watched as his little sister disappeared. "Good luck soldier."
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Prologue: Signs of a War...
After the tale of the battleship Libra, the five Gundam pilots separate, and begin a new life as normal teenagers. Promising each other that they will never battle again, unless necessary, the Gundams that they each possessed were dismembered, and their parts used for other purposes.
Heero becomes the General of the Sank Kingdom army, and his leadership is well known throughout the land. Duo marries Hilde, and together, they run their mechanical shop. Trowa still stays loyal to the circus, and at the Ringmaster's passing, is now the owner, since the Ringmaster thought of Trowa as his own son. Quatre inherits the Winner family fortune, and builds up the good name of Winner. Wufei returns to the colonies and rebuilds the family Dojo, and ensures the survival of the Dragon Clan.
It's been 27 years, and there has been a few tussles and scrapes, but military forces were able to handle it. But, today, a new organization, which started years ago but has just recently turned up now, has surfaced, and the Gundam pilots are now facing another battle, which they are probably unprepared for...
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Chapt. 1: Revolution of Peace
"Yes?" questioned Heero as he picked up the phone. "What happened?! But how... yes I see... ok but... yes, thank you, goodbye." Sighing, he place the phone back onto the hook. He wasn't expecting this to happen, but it did, and now the Sank Kingdom must take action.
Pressing the button on the video communicator, the other end was received by a woman with sandy-blonde hair. "Hello," she answered, "this is Relena Peacecraft, Vice Foreign Minister of the earth. How may I... Heero?"
"Relena," Heero replies, "I'm sorry, but we couldn't stop them." Taking a seat in his chair, Heero places his head on his outstreched fingers. "I've just gotten word that the colonies have retaliated against the earth. A war has been declared."
Relena sighed. She shook her head, then began to speak. "I'm on the colonies right now, and I'm sure that I can stop this war in a peaceful manner."
"I don't think that there's anything you can do Relena," the general states, "but do what you feel is right. If anything happens up there, I want you on the first shuttle home!"
The Vice Foreign Minister smiled. "Heero, I'll be fine. I'll try to keep spreading the word of pacifism, and I only hope that others will follow." Relena blows Heero a kiss. "Send my love to the children, and I hope to see you soon, Heero. Goodbye." Then, the screen went blank.
"Goodbye Relena," Heero mumbles as he turns off the screen.
Standing up from his chair, Heero looked out from his office window. The sight was of the Sank Kingdom Bay, which sparkled as the sun shone upon it. The view of the bay, which harbored sailboats and other water sports, always seemed to calm him. But now, the thought of all those happy people on the water would be dragged into this senseless war scared him. But since he was a "perfect soldier", Heero supressed his facial expressions, and thus revealed to no one what he felt. His thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of the communicator.
"Yes?" questioned Heero as he pressed the com button.
"General," replied the secretary, "your daughter, Hanna is here to see you."
"Send her in," ordered Heero, as he stood and faced the serene view of the bay again.
Hanna opened the door to her father's office. Observing that her father was standing by the window, Hanna joined him as he looked out the window. Taking in the view for only a second, Hanna lowered her head and asked, "The colonies retaliated, didn't they?"
Closing his eyes, Heero nodded. "You and I both know that this would happen someday, and now that day has come."
Facing her father, Hanna returned Heero's comment with, "So, what's going to happen now?"
"I don't know," came from Heero's lips. "I would ask for the help of my fellow Gundam pilots, but it's been so long since I've conversed with them."
"Then I'll go," Hanna interrupts, "I'll take on this mission."
"It's not that simple," scolded Heero, "they might not want to help. They've seen more bloodshed and death than most of my soldiers, and that could be a very trying experience for a 15-year-old. Besides, they've all got families now, and responsibilities."
"But father," Hanna says, as she looked into Heero's eyes, "They will have to help in some way, won't they? After all, your friends were all Gundam pilots, and they have as much plea for peace as you do."
Returning his daughter's gaze, Heero sees his eyes, the eyes of his youth, which would sparkle at the sound of a mission. Realizing that there was nothing he could do, Heero replied, "Alright, I will allow this. Hanna, your mission is to contact the other Gundam pilots. Inform them of our current situation and ask for their help. If they refuse, then give it up as a lost cause, but I'm sure that it would be a rare case."
A twinkle in Hanna's eyes was the only emotion she displayed on her face. Like her father, she learned to suppress her emotions, and not allow them to surface on her face. "Mission accepted," Hanna echoed the words of her father.
Turning to leave, Hanna was suddenly surprised by Heero, who grabbed her arm. "Take this," Heero says as he holds up an information disc. "This disc should help you on your mission."
Giving a nod, Hanna takes the disc from her father's hand and places it in her pocket. Walking out of the office and into the hall, her older brother, Ryan, blocked her way to the exit.
"Hey Hanna," Ryan replies with a smirk, "where do you think you're going?"
Ignoring her brother, Hanna searched for a way around him. After all, she didn't want to hurt him. "None of your business," snapped Hanna as she tried to push him out of the way.
"Ooh, touchy," mocked the eldest as he held up his hands in a playful defense. Hanna just gave him a look of annoyance.
Studying his face, she saw why the girls drooled over him. His dark, sandy-blonde hair resembled much like that of their mother's. Even his eyes, a brilliant Aquamarine that sparkled everytime he laughed, was also their mother's. But his facial features, in fact, was that of their father's, right down to the cheekbones. But, Ryan smiled more than their father.
Hanna, on the other hand, had the dark brown hair and cobalt blue eyes of her father. She even had his death-stare. But, the profile and face was her mother's. She hardly smiled. "You're a nerd, Ryan."
"Aww, now you've hurt my feelings," Ryan pouted. Seeing that his sister was not all that amused, he got serious. "No, really Hanna, where are you going?"
"To call on the former Gundam pilots," Hanna repeated her mission to the now surprised elder brother.
"You're joking?" Ryan looked as his sister with full concern. The sign on her face told her that she wasn't lying about her statement. "No way Hanna! You're not going out there!"
"I have to!" retaliated the soldier. "Besides, you wouldn't last a day out there!"
"I'm the eldest Hanna, it should be my responsibility."
"Your responsibility is here, with dad, Ryan. You have more knowledge of political stats than I do. Mom needs all the help she can get, and it's your job to rally up some here on earth."
"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"
"You can't stop me, and you know it."
That last statement shocked Ryan. Deep down, Ryan knew that his little sister was right. Stepping to the side, he let his sister pass by. Taking the hint, Hanna walked pass and entered the garage.
"I'm going to have a little talk with father," Ryan stated as he walked towards Heero's office. Passing the stunned secretary, he pushed open the doors to the general's office. "What the hell were you thinking letting Hanna go like that?!"
"Hello Ryan," acknowledged Heero, who was still looking out towards the bay, "what brings you here?"
"You knew," accused Ryan, coming towards his father at an angry pace, "you knew about Hanna, you knew about the dangers, and yet you let her go?!"
"Well, what was I suppose to do?"
"Stopping her would have been nice!"
Heero shook his head. "She has my stubbornness, and your mother's will to carry on. That itself is a lethal combination."
A noise caught both of the men's attention. Looking bellow, on the path that led out, they saw a motorcycle rider with a green tanktop on. Her long, dark brown hair stuck out of her helmet as she sped along the road to her destiny.
"Where is she headed now?" asked Ryan.
"According to my calculations," Heero answered, "she should be heading towards Duo and Hilde's shop. They're much more near than the others, since they reside on the outskirts of the Sank Kingdom."
"She should?"
"Don't worry Ryan, Hanna is well trained. She can take care of herself."
Pressing he hands against the glass, Ryan watched as his little sister disappeared. "Good luck soldier."