Gundam Wing UN war. The long awaited sequel to chapter 1.
Chapter two – the three new Gundam pilots
DISCLAIMER – Gundam wing, not mine. Tom, Bekah, Devin, Reynolds, and the Gundam heolstor (Bonus fact: old English for darkness) and the soon to be revealed Eagle Gundam, Gundam Gold frame (a tribute to SEED ASTRAY, which kicks ass), and last but not least Gundam Apollo.
As an aside, this is another chapter with a lot of explaining; hopefully all the explaining will all go away soon.
-Begin-
Tom ran through the building. He had split up with his partners a while ago. But he had just received a transmission from Bekah. Just getting a transmission would have sent him running. That would have meant they found the control center or that someone was in danger. This transmission was about the latter. Devin was caught and he couldn't escape. When tom had met with Bekah they had decided for a two prong assault. Tom had just got word about Bekah being caught. So a new plan was going to be used. Tom was already planning to have been shooting down from a catwalk. Now he was making a slight change to the old plan as to make himself closer to the action.
A moment more passed. Tom stopped just short of the catwalk. There was no-one guarding it. That was because they had been killed early on in the mission. Tom had killed them. He caught his breath. Quickly he looked over studied the situation. He pulled his head back. "Damn. He's got them circled in a group. My gun's to high a caliber to not risk going through them all. I guess I'll have to split them up." He looked at what he had. "Grenades. I guess that'll do."
Meanwhile the little group leader was talking to a beaten up Bekah. Seeing that Devin had been knocked out so there was no-one else interesting to talk to anyway. "Well just tell me where is you're third team mate heading. I know you have no idea where he is at this very moment so tell me where he will end up and it will be that easy. You will just have to say where. Just point because both you and I know that he will end up in this room somewhere. So just point whereabouts. And my boys will do the rest."
Swinging up and down Bekah used her legs motion to kick the man in front of her. Bekah's response may have lacked words but it said enough.
"Fine then. Groucho!" A thug that was one of about eight behind the man stepped forwards. "Take her legs and take her out of here. Feel free to take advantage as you like." That was the cue for some big explosions.
Tom had thrown a grenade towards each of the four entrances on the ground level. As well as one behind the main pack of thugs behind the leader. There were a few seconds between each explosion. But they did their work as twelve of the eighteen thugs in the room were killed or injured beyond being of any importance to Tom. Then Tom ran out on the catwalk shooting the boss and anyone behind him that was still standing. He jumped down and kicked the two men holding Bekah. Then he faced the one guy that was holding the Ko'd Devin like a punching bag. "Well. You wanna fight too?" The man let go and ran. "Thought so." Tom pulled out his gun. "I have a few shots left." He shot the man in the back as he ran. Then he looked at the injured boss figure lying on the ground. "It said in the mission report that you are to be killed. Bye-bye then." With a final gunshot the room faded away. The boss, the dead bodies the unconscious ones, all of it was gone. "I hate simulations." Tom muttered as he took all of the ammo out of his gun and walked over to Devin to do the same to his. "Especially simulations with live ammo. What is the brass thinking?"
-January thirty first AD 2022/AC 198-
War is all that the world cares about anymore. And it is guaranteed not to be a quick one. With the discovery of Adamantine Vespite, a metallic alloy of extreme hardness that disrupts portal fields for over a five thousand foot radius, entire cites are practically re-built with this new wonder material. All military bases contain at least a few large pieces to make warp battles almost impossible. Thus neutral zones in countries like Belgium, Sweden, the cinq kingdom and other notoriously neutral countries are established so that civilians can use the portal in those countries. These countries are always under the threat of sudden warp attack so they must be protected by treaties of retaliation from neighboring countries and entire battle alliances. Meanwhile the old Gundam pilots are forced to once more take up arms as they are recruited by various allied forces. The Gundam units themselves are rebuilt as too help the pilots help the war effort. Also plans are made and construction is begun on three new gundams.
However the main development of the war was the simultaneous introduction of 1 new type of mobile suit with only a color variation for either side. The new suit was the Taurus two and it was a change. While the second make kept the original basic design there were some changes. First was a new beam deflective armor. Armor made from a specific alloy that then had a simple laminate placed on it. Once this was done beam damage from a basic beam rifle was cut down to one fifth what it was without the layer. And as it was a thin material it was not very non-beam resistant so the thin material was simply layered over the existing armor. Another change was a change from one beam rifle to two smaller beam rifles with more rapid fire power. These were placed on two holsters on the upper leg. Underneath the guns was a slide open slot that contained beam sabers. And the two small horns to either side of the main horn in the mobile suit were packed with missiles. Included was a more powerful beam cannon. Improved speed in both fighter and regular mode and doubled maneuverability the new mobile suit now ran par with the gundams. The only weakness was the skill of the pilot. As the war expanded and expanded more and more pilots were killed. And the replacements had less and less experience. But despite all of this there still was no lack of public support. Either side considered their enemies to be a near incarnation of evil itself. And so the war was doomed to continue as more and more countries considered re-armament as an option. But as the war escalated three more gundams, with three more young pilots, were hoped to be the tools that would turn the tide.
These pilots were to be selected by the previous Gundam pilots. By a selection from the current armed forces, and by chance encounters with people who would most likely be forced into the army because of the circumstances anyways. These people fell into a little known program. Devin, Tom, and Bekah fell into this program conveniently designed for three. And seeing as these three already had a relation and knew each other at least okay they would work together better. So far the statistics had proved that fact. With the best records of all the training groups odds were highly in the favor of those three becoming pilots. But another factor also influenced this as well; their psychological evaluations. Every person had a psychologist and the psychological evaluations of Thomas, Rebekah and Devin, showed them to be the most stable throughout all the training period. And while none of the three seemed especially unstable, the most stable was the one that had been the most gentle in his other life, Tom. While, based on his relatively un-athletic history, and his general non-violence, would not suggest he would have been a good candidate Tom had quickly adjusted to being the quiet candidate who was on top, but no-one noticed because in general he always stayed quiet. A habit he might not ever change over his life.
On January thirty first of the year 2022 the wheels of fate would begin to turn for several special people who were destined to shape the fate of the galaxy. Today was the selection day for Gundam pilots. Pilots of the new gundams, Gundam Apollo, Gundam Gold frame and Eagle Gundam.
The authority that was set to choose the new pilots included three of the old pilots, Wufei Chang, Trowa Barton, and Heero Yuy. Also included were many higher ranking officials of various organizations. They had been watching the entire simulation. And just when Tom and Bekah were about to leave they were told that they were to go to mobile suit hangar thirteen.
"Hangar thirteen?" Bekah muttered. "That's the one that only techies' and top brass are allowed to enter. This should be interesting."
"Hm." Tom replied. "I think it will be interesting. But I don't know if I'll like it one bit."
"What does it matter?" Devin mumbled, half conscious. "We've been trained to be elite soldiers. Like it or not we do it." Devin slumped again.
"I'm not like that." Tom said as he kicked the pneumatic door as it opened. "I was kind once. They want me to loose my humanity. But my humanity, my kindness will never be far away."
"You sound so corny." Bekah said as she handed over the still unconscious Devin to medics. "Just accept our fate. We're part of the fighting machine now there's nothing we can do."
Tom smirked as he grabbed his sword. Hardly a mandated military weapon. "Speak for yourself. I just don't think I can't be at least partly myself. I.E. The sword in combat. The sword in front of the top brass. That will be truly interesting." Tom then looked at the thing and just grew an evil grin in a hope to scare the top brass of getting him out of whatever situation he was in.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Bekah asked as she quickly made herself look as nice as she possibly could given the fact that she was bruised and beaten.
"I didn't figure that." Tom muttered, "Ready?" He got a nod, "Let's get to hangar thirteen."
Quickly the two ran to the hangar. They found that they were early. Outside the hangar were dozens of other people who had also been a part of this program. But it was nowhere near the amount that was assumed to be in the program. Many of them looked roughed up. "Seems like everyone had a tough time with the simulation."
Time passed and eventually everyone was told to enter and line up in squad order. Tom Bekah and Devin's squad was squad 21. They got in line and Tom looked up and down the line. Only one or two squads seemed to have their full number. A few squads were missing entirely. "What was so tough about that particular situation." Tom muttered to himself. "Almost half the subjects aren't here. Why was that so especially hard? I know that map, and general AI patterns. So why was that so hard." Tom thought hard. "Wait most of what happened was not normal AI. I think someone was controlling the AI and getting them to move based on our movements. But the weird thing is that at the end of the simulation they seemed to act completely differently than how they normally do. Why is that."
More time passed as everyone within listening distance of Tom pondered what he said, and thought about their own situation. Eventually Tom came to the conclusion of, "It was like they knew what we were going to do before we did it. But how is that possible."
Meanwhile up in an observation room that had been listening to what all the people had been saying the whole time one important general finally decided to make his selection. "The tall one with brown hair. He's the first to have an idea of what actually went on. He's one of them."
"Sir what about his squad?" Asked the only subordinate in the room.
"Which squad is he?"
"Squad 21."
The general closed his eyes and began to mentally review the records. Mm-hmm'ing every so often, and grunting once or twice. "Yes I'm sure of it. They are going to be the best ones. In their hands the new gundams will be best off." The general opened his eyes again. "It's too bad those other boys had to go. If they were here now they would be the only ones that could delay or stop this horrible process I am about to begin."
"What sir?" Inquired the subordinate.
"Nothing, could you go and continue with the protocol procedure." The man left the room. The general kept on staring at the young children in front of him. "I am so sorry." He said, hands moving from at his sides to behind his back, "Believe me when I say this is the last thing I wanted to do." A few drips of water came down from his eyes. An announcement was broadcast to the squads, they were dismissed. The general spoke once more, "I swear one day I will make it up to you all, even if it means my life." Then, composing himself, the general wiped away the tears and walked out to the world of politics once more.
The next day squad 21 was called back in full numbers. Tom looked to be in the best shape of all of them. Devin and Bekah both having major bruises. Tom just a scratch on his arm, as result from live ammo exercises. Something he was not in favor of.
"Why do you think the brass chose us?" Devin asked as he walked.
"Don't know don't care." Grumbled Tom, "I just want to get out of here." Those were his last words that Devin and Bekah would risk getting out of him for the day, because afterwards his sword hand became itchier than any trigger finger on the planet.
Once they reached the hallway they lined up as usual. Save this time there was a high ranked general in front of them. The man spoke, "I have absolutely no doubt you all have almost no idea why you are here. I have the same amount of doubt as to you not knowing why you were picked. And less doubt still that you guys don't know the general nature of what are underneath those cloths." The general gave a nod to three large blue cloths covering large bulky seeming items. He paused for a moment. "Do you?"
All three were silent. "That was a question. Now do you have an answer?"
"Hell yeah." Tom muttered beneath his breath.
"Wild guess, it is most definitely not an advanced type of mobile suit weapon of any sort." Devin said with a strong tone of sarcasm.
"Does it matter we're gonna have to deal with it anyways." Bekah grumbled.
The general smiled. They were actually more than just drones. He felt much less guilty than before, he had preserved at least some of their humanity, albeit some of the not so good parts. "Well I suppose you all know what the package in side is. Why don't we have you open them? Devin, the one in the middle, Bekah the one of the left, Tom the one on the right."
"A commanding bastard as always." Grumbled Bekah.
"Just do it." The general replied in a soft but extremely forceful tone.
"Fine whatever." Bekah complained as she went over to a rope tied to the wall. "What's with the covering up of the new models?"
"We decided to make it a bit of a surprise." The general replied.
Then Bekah pulled her rope. Beneath was a surprise. "Eagle is your Gundam." The Gundam had two massive wings painted red at the point where the back met the wings and they got closer to yellow from there. Its primary color was white however. There were yellow to red accents from edges to center on the arms and legs. For arms it had three electrified retractable gundanium claws. As well as beam emitters in the palms. There was a cannon attached to the gundams booster pack on the mobile suits back. Also the legs and shoulders contained missiles within them, and the legs had missile packs on the outside too.
Devin pulled his rope, "Gundam Gold frame, or more simply, gold frame, is yours." Gold frame was, as suspected, gold and metallic colored in many places, the gold coloration was symmetrical. But other than the gold highlights the Gundam was primarily black. The Gundam had a wicked look about it and it seemed to almost be a part of a haunted house if you looked at it with the shadows in the right spot, to add to this unlike the other two this gundams eyes were red. It had a black cape about it as well. Gold frame had one small gundanium knife, two beam swords that came out of the arms. As well as a knight styled shield that had a flat beam blade that could protrude from the base of the shield. As well as two extra 'arms' that lacked hands that could be used as stabbing and injuring items with beam firing and beam saber capabilities. Also there was a jointed beam mace, which, when used, acted like a ball and chain mace.
Tom was somewhat interested, slightly confounded to the elaborate designs especially for a military machine, he assumed the first two were designed by someone somewhere with an imagination, to him that was not a bad thing, as long as his Gundam looked half decent. "The Gundam Apollo is yours." The Gundam Apollo had no incredible stand out features for design like the rest. It was a simple very angular normal looking brown and earth red colored mobile suit. There were two small scale guns on the legs hanging off of little racks. And on the gundams back were two large standard looking beam cannons from a Taurus two. They were held in place by a shallow basket that was on the cannons. There were joints that connected the baskets to the front of the mobile suit. As far as elegance, tom felt it lacked that, but he couldn't complain about power in exchange for that
The three of them were in awe of the mobile suits that were in front of them. "These amazing high tech, impressively designed weapons of mass destruction are ours!?!" Devin shouted.
"Yes they are." Replied the general with the slightest hint of regret in his voice.
-End-
Alright now for a few technical notes.
Portal system – a special type of wormhole generator. Is extremely controllable, outside time accumulates when you cease forward or backwards momentum in relation to the openings pf a portal. While moving outside time will almost not pass, it amouns to a second outside for each 'hour' spent inside based on portal time, which feels different for two people who enter even a nanosecond apart. You can walk through special portals, and as mentioned before, they are interrupted by adamantine vespite. (Fictional metal)
Alright that's chapter two done. Here's hoping chapter three comes along faster.
