I do not own Gundam Wing even though I keep trying to steal it (evil laughter!!) Just kidding!! There is one character of my creation, trying to steal her will award you with lots of pain and suffering.
Please if you have comments and questions please let me know, I can't improve without you!
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It was said even with the new peace secret organizations were building, hiding, waiting for someone to listen to their lies. Perhaps that is just a rumor, mayhap not, no one really knew.
After the war the colonies and earth decided to create a government system that all of the humans would use. They would have the same rules, same beliefs, etc. but even though the people fought through so much together, they still struggled with their own agendas and selfishness, there was still so much hostility with both sides. Add in greedy politicians that will do anything to get what they want. Even, if that means shady businesses, but everyone decided to try, starting with the law enforcement but there questions kept popping up like; Where will they live, on the colony where they are supposed to be unbiased about some issue? Should they be isolated from everyone else? This continued until some very shadowy, high-end groups began dividing people. The final straw came in the form of the earth's leader's daughter being kidnapped. There were no leads and the colonies, it was told, did not want to dirty their hands. She, regrettably, was never found but the hope of her recovery never really left those on earth.
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There
is a small colony hidden by Saturn, outside the range of any radar
like the one small star not yet discovered. If this dark 'star'
were discovered then people would be disgusted. Sadly, though, it
isn't the appearance of this colony that would disgust but the
villains residing on this colony. Only the gentle rays of Saturn's
moons and the planet itself hamper the pure darkness. The colony had
a plethora of obtrusive smells consisting of urine and wasted food.
There was no reason to clean it, no one cared. Yet, one building
stood out, like an ominous tower casting shadows, it controlled the
entire colony.
Just outside of the building, in the shadows, a wind gently caressed her dangerously thin figure. The soothing breeze danced with her hair, moving the strands into her face, 'I am so close to my freedom' she thought, hope restored. Suddenly, an alarm sounded, breaking the comfortable silence that surrounded her. Cursing vividly, she sank even further into the darkness and tried to tame her wild hair. Voices sounded near her, quickly closing in. She began praying for this one time that things would go right.
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On the desert colony, is the powerful Raberba Winner oil cooperation. Since the war had ended, the government leaders were becoming greedy, annoying self-centered pigs. They were being weeded out; the people of this colony had turned to the young Raberba tycoon. He was there to answer, any question necessary but at what cost to him?
Quatre sat in an antique desk, the wood shone with finish, reflecting the sun's bright rays. He sighed softly to himself. It was quiet, which, he admitted was better than shouting and fighting. 'But still,' he thought, 'why so quiet? Even the birds are still. Why?' Suddenly, as though God had heard his thoughts, there was an explosion and screams. 'What was that?' Quatre stood then the silence returned leaving an eerie feeling about the room. He wondered if he had imaged it from the war. He slowly sank back down into his chair, running a shaky hand through his hair. Pounding feet outside his office warned Quatre of unexpected visitors. He slowly moved, grasping his semi automatic pistol that was hidden under his desk. The door finally opened to reveal, Rashid with a small group of guards.
"I am terribly sorry, Master Quatre. A convoy was destroyed and it was carrying civilians," the man stated. Rashid's voice held something that Quatre wanted to never hear again, the dull sound that covered disgust and righteous anger. He quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of his head while pulling up his best commander attitude. He ordered the necessary equipment than got ready to check the damage. He cringed at the thought of more carnage but swiftly covered it with an emotionless face.
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Quatre's eyes watered at the prominent smell: blood, smoke and gas. The ground littered with an ebony hue, the sand matching the color. The convoy or what it once been was scattered with ashes of lone wild fires. Quatre pulled the goggles off his eyes and stared at the scene before him, two bodies lying in the black. After the confusion of the government's collaspe He became the make shift leader of the town. Why can't I just find a nice girl to settle down with and have a family? Why, God?' Rashid came up with a local police officer, the two of them muttering in Arabic.
"The others were sent to the hospital? How bad are they?"
"To me it looks like two of the five remaining might survive, if they are lucky."Quatre sighed again. Next, he would have to spend hours in a hospital waiting room.
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Will opened her hazel eyes very slowly. The bright white walls were putting strain on her semi conscious pupils. It took her a moment to recover from the sudden change, then she realized that she was in a hospital. Am I back?' Panic wrenching her already terrorized heart. She looked around a moment before relaxing slowly. 'No… I am not. But… where am I then?' Will struggled against her bindings, whimpering from the effort. A nurse rushed over to her side, trying to sooth her using her Middle Eastern language. 'Arabic.' She sat back slowly, trying to follow her motions. Will shook from the effort, her entire body screaming in agony as she attempted to stay up earlier. She paled as the nurse radioed for something, then sat down in the chair next to her bed. A few minutes later, a young man with bright topaz blue eyes and bright blonde hair came in along with two dark-skinned men.
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Quatre had never met someone besides Heero, who could give off such a powerful presence even during an injury. Her eyes stared back with the same emotion that was so evident during the war: a mixture of pain, hatred and loss. She had pale skin that under the strain was almost white. She had rich auburn hair that framed her face and fell to her waist. The nurse told them that they had five minutes and that she didn't seem
to understand Arabic. Why come to a colony that is Arabic if you don't understand the language?' Quatre thought watching her eyes flash with life and annoyance. 'I mean it's not like we have something other than hot sand and demonically angry animals.' The young woman watched him for a moment before turning to gaze at Rashid and the police captain, measuring and yet fearful of something. It was almost as if she knew what to say, but was wary about speaking…as is she was going to get hurt if doing so. Quatre took a bold step forward and unleashed something even Heero couldn't refuse: his smile.
AN: Its crap isn't it? (Paces back and forth) please tell me if it's crap I need to know...R&R, I did add a little more...giving it a little push for luck.
