The Back Up Plan

By Sage Summer

Sadly, I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters that I might use from the show. It makes me want to cry! sniffles However! I do own the character London, and I would love it if you are going to use her, at least ask, and give me the credit! winks

And on a side note: Another Installment awaits... you know I have been desperately trying to get over my Gundam love... it just hasn't happened... I do not think it ever will now considering I own the whole series and can watch it when ever I want... sigh Well enjoy and Review!

"So about this Pilot you fought Lieutenant Sorghan, what can you tell me about him?"

"He fought well, better than most soldiers at OZ, but then again, unlike most fighting for OZ he is fighting for a pure reason, a reason that only we as mere calvary could never understand. He was willing to allow all trainees to leave without a scratch. I have a great amount of respect for the pilot. From the sounds of his voice he is mere boy though."

"Many would say that about you."

"Sir?"

"A girl at the age of 16 becoming a soldier for OZ only to gain a great amount of respect from all those around her, and ending up as a Lieutenant at the age of 20. To many here, and having such a rank you are a mere child yourself. But about this pilot's skills?"

"Amazing skills. Faster than most. I barely could keep up with him. The Aries was far to slow comparatively. To keep up with his reaction time you are going to need faster machines and better pilots. But I've always said OZ mobile suits have slow reaction time."

"Pilots like you and Zechs I am guessing. Three of Zechs men were shot down in one blast, he was barely able to subdue one of them. They are going to fetch the remains of the Gundam now. I thought maybe perhaps you would like to join them? He believes that the pilot was not likely to survive. Three more have been seen all over the world, not including the two you and Zechs fought. There have been many causalities and this is only the beginning. Zechs feels that the pilots are the weapons not the Gundams. What do you think Sorghan?"

"The pilot's still alive, I am willing stake my life on it." Sorghan, who's hair was rather short in back, and longer in the front, now looked straight into her commanding officer's eyes. "Honestly?" Treize nodded. "He's right. The Gundams are absolutely nothing without the pilots, because those Gundams can not be piloted by just anyone. They are just pretty robots until they have pilots, and I am more than willing to stake my life on the fact that those Gundam Pilots have been trained for years to fight in those Gundams the way they do. I can say, I don't want to go up against those pilots on or off the battlefield. But its not only their training that makes them dangerous..." Sorghan went silent deep in thought. The way the boy spoke to her. Everything that boy said and did was perfect, and pure. Those boys were so innocent with hands so doused in blood, blood that was meant to save the colonies. "Treize, are you sure you want to have them as your enemies?"

"I think they have claimed us as such, why?"

"Because if you are going to have those boys as your enemies then you are going to have to make something, anything that can match them. Suits and Pilots alike. Those pilots are fighting for a reason so pure of heart, so thoughtless of themselves and are willing to die for it. There is not a single soldier in OZ save for a few that have such intension's. Thats what makes those pilots dangerous to OZ."

"Then it's a good thing I have you and Zechs. Should I assume that you want to go with Zechs to pick up the Gundam that fell into the sea?"

"Actually sir," Sorghan glanced down at her hands. She wanted to see the Gundam Pilot she had fought against. Something about him pulled to her. "I want to be put in a position to learn as much as we can about those pilots and their suits. You need your best pilots there, and my specialty is reckon. I would like the opportunity to do that, if that is what you want sir."

"I think that is spectacular idea Lieutenant. You will head our research and information team. How does that sound?"

"Thank you sir." Sorghan bowed deeply only to quickly turn on her heels and walk out with her new position.

Trowa watched the sun fall behind the mountains in the distance. This was beautiful. All his life he lived on the Colonies. Everything was regulated there, the weather, the night and day. Because of the colonies placement, the sun was rarely seen, and the moon was so close it looked so, dead. But here... the humans on earth had little understanding of what they had.

Upon entering Earth, he felt a loathing toward this place, but he was here for the colonies. However, now that he was here, he was finding it rather enjoyable. He somehow made a home within a small traveling circus that accepted him without much of a problem. It had been many years since he had felt like this before. It was rather refreshing.

"Trowa, dinner is ready!"

Catherine. She was a sweet girl, naive, but sweet. Trowa hated being mean to her, but he needed to. There were many deaths, many battles, and many chances for him to die. He could not befriend someone like her; he couldn't hurt her like that. His life was nothing but fighting, dieing and killing. Everything about his was shrouded in blood, he could not taint her as well.

Not speaking a word, he took his food then sat down next to the Lion's cage. This was the only being he enjoyed the company of. This beast was like him in so many ways. He was stained with the blood of his pray, pray that he needed to kill to survive. He was stained with the blood of others so that he could protect his own. Trowa was the same. He was fighting to survive and fighting to protect, and he would be more than willing to die for the same cause.

"Trowa, you're always so quiet, maybe if you talked a little more everyone else would be able to see the real you."

"I do my job, thats all that matters." These kinds of conversations were hard with this girl, but he could not relent. And again, like always, he turned his back on her without another word and disappeared into the darkness.

Quatra Rebara Winner, that was his name. He was the only male child out of 39 sisters, all of whom were test tube children. His father was a pacifist who fought without machines of war to protect the colonies for all those trying to take over. Mr. Winner was an amazing man, and Quatra looked up to him greatly, but he allowed his own hands to be stained with the blood of others to protect his colonies. And now to his father, he was a mere shadow as he fought in the Gundam SandRock.

Now he was on Earth, and alone. Yes, he had the Magwanak Core, but they were meant to protect him, but none of them really knew what he was going to do have to do. And the thought of knowing he was going to be responsible for so many lost lives... it was something only he would have to live with.

"Master Quatra..."

"I know Rasheed. But it seems like there are more than just me. I have to meet them, I want to meet them all. To know that I am not the only one down here fighting in a Gundam. It gives me a sense of easiness that lets me know there are other who feel as I do."

"We in the Core feel the same as you Master..."

"I know Rasheed, but this is different." Quatra gave his innocent smile. Out of all the Gundam Pilots he was the most innocent. He laughed and smiled, and loved the idea of human life. He would do anything in his power to preserve it, and he would do so with his own life. "The closest one is only about 100 miles from here. I believe the pilot is going after the same target as ourselves. Perhaps we will meet then."

"Lieutenant, I have received word, that Gundams will be attacking the Kingston Base. What would you like us to do?"

Sorghan took her time before answering. From the what she could gather from the last known areas of the Gundams two of them were in a short distance from the Base. The Gundam she had fought, and another, one that had landed in Desert. Which one would come? It didn't matter. Sorghan wanted to meet them all, she had to meet them all.

"We are going to the base, but without suits. We are reckon and this would be the best way to get the information that Treize is looking for. Simon, you and Lex are coming with me. No weapons, and you will do exactly as I say, understand?"

Both of them rose and saluted. "Ma'am!"

"Moore, you are going to stay here and gather the diagnostics of the info we send. Think you can handle that Boss?" Sorghan joked. She like Moore, he was an older man but knew how to joke well. Every time he picked up a cigarette she would joke that it would kill him in the end, but he knew his stuff. At one point he had been her commanding officer, but now roles had been reversed yet she still had a great deal of respect for the man and it showed. If she was unsure about something, she would ask him.

"I think I can handle it. Just make sure you don't go and get yourself kill ya hear. I don't want to be the one in control of this sorry ass group of renegades."

"Thanks Boss. Alright boys, move out."

The battle had commenced. It was amazing to watch. Both Gundams pilots moved like it was no problem at all. Despite the size of their mobile suits their reaction time was almost twice that of normal soldiers of OZ. Not a single shot ever missed, and they aimed directly for the pivotal point that made ever suit blow while they made their way through the flames to another line of soldiers to fight, and to another line of lives to kill.

Sorghan could not help but smile as she watched their statistics compile. But what was the most interesting was the pilots themselves. Nothing changed in their form or their hesitation. They were truly amazing, the perfect soldiers.

The only part that was comical was that neither knew the other was there. They fought like it was just themselves fighting for whatever goal they had.

The air grew cold, too cold. Everyone on the ground who had been watching went silent. Sorghan almost dropped her lap top to the ground as she watched in awe. They had finally met face to face. The ground shook as the massive robots took their steps toward each other. Sorghan could feel her heart shutter with ever move. She could hear her troops telling her they needed to leave, but she shook her head. "You guys go ahead, this will be the perfect chance to get some real data. The pilots have been fighting inferior things, this will be the best time to pick up on what they can really do."

"Like destroy everything Lieutenant, is this really a wise choice?"

"For me it is Lex. You take the others and get out of here. I'll give you the information when I get it."

"But Lieutenant..."

"Get going Sargent! That's an order!"

Lex saluted like he always did under a command, and with ease he took control of the platoon while Sorghan ran in the other direction. This was her time to meet those meant to save the colonies, the boys who were chosen to save man kind...

The battle was over just as fast as it started. Quatra hated the idea of going after someone who was obviously fighting for the same thing. This was meaningless to him. He needed as many allies as he could get. Even though he was going to win, the other pilot having been out of bullets, he didn't want to win this way.

Opening his cockpit and releasing himself from the Gundams restraints, he jumped onto the hatch. "We shouldn't be fighting each other, it isn't right. We should be helping each other." Trowa did the same, but with his hands in the air. "Put your hands down, I surrendered first, remember. It's a nice to know there are others willing to fight for the same cause as myself..."

It was a nice meeting, Trowa thought letting his hands fall to his side. "Yes. I thought I had come down to earth by myself. I was unaware there would be others."

"Actually there are three other's not including yourselves."

Sorghan made a daring move, to the eyes of her superiors, but this was nothing for her. She smiled walking out from the burning forest. "I am glad these have finally been finished."

"Who are you..." Quatra was still his sweet self jumping down off his Gundam. Trowa however was not so willing. He too landed on the Earthian ground but with reservations pulling out his gun as they walked closer to her.

Sorghan showed her sides to let them know she was unarmed. Trowa didn't wavier his weapon. "I fought you in a mobile suit. There are not many who can fight me and protect their entire front line from most of the damage all at the same time."

Sorghan walked about the suits in awe. She remembered when these suits were mere pieces of paper with numbers and designs, and now brought to life. "Thank you for the compliment Trowa Barton," she replied turning back to the pilots. "I am not a person you have to worry about. I apologize for sending you here, but it was necessary. You all need to know you are not the only ones fighting on Earth. You all need to know you are not alone. There are others."

"And who are you?" Quatra asked.

Sorghan bowed, "Who do you think sends you your missions?"

"You're Mission control?" Quatra said aloud. Trowa almost dropped his gun in surprise.

Sorghan winked, "that, and your backup plan."