Hey guys, here's the disclaimer: I do not own After War Gundam X, nor do I claim to.

Well, it's been a long time since I've updated this short fic… at least long for me… but this chapter should be fun… this chapter is what puts the After War in the A.W. universe… so…

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Wha…

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"I don't give a damn… I'm getting into this chapter somehow…" Garrod grinned as he started typing.

"Garrod…" Tiffa blinked.

"Oh! Hey Tiffa!" Garrod grinned at her "You wanna be in the chapter too?"

Tiffa blinked before nodding lightly.

"Enjoy the chapter!" Garrod grinned.

"QUIET GUNDAM BOY!" Kid Salsamille shouted as he threw a wrench at Garrod.

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Ch. 3

"All pilots, standby in your machines for launch!" The combat controller's voice echoed in Jamil's headset as he made his way up through the hangar towards the X.

"My machine ready to go?" Jamil looked at a mechanic.

"Yeah… oh hey kid…" A second man floated up to him.

"Yea…" Jamil blinked "Dr. Salsamille?"

"Yeah… long time no see Jamil… listen, do what you think is right out there." Salsamille touched his helmet to Jamil's "Even if it means going against orders... you hear me?"

"Huh…" Jamil blinked "Are you saying…"
"Look, there's a rumor flying around that Bloodman is going to order you to fire on a colony… hundreds of thousands will die if you do that." Salsamille looked at him "Don't just think with this…" he tapped Jamil's helmet, "Think with this too…" he prodded him hard over his heart.

Jamil blinked as the man left before finally climbing into the X's cockpit.

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"So… it's come to this…" Lancerow looked at the machine before him "General El fled for his life when Seidel attempted to put the blame for the operations failure on him, when the Professor was responsible… Though, the actual cause for the failure was…" "The Gundam and its pilot… Jamil Neate."

"Lancerow!" A man floated down the walkway towards him.

"Nicola… I see so you're the one that took over production on the Febral." Lancerow smiled at the other man only two years older than himself "So, mind telling me how to get into the cockpit, I cant find the switch…"

"The cockpit's location was moved to allow for a larger reactor." Nicola smiled and nodded towards the head of the machine "Just don't get your head knocked off…" he smiled.

"Sure… oh and any updates on the UNE's movements?" Lancerow looked back as he landed on the front section of the mobile armor's chest.

"They're beginning their deployment around LaGrange one… they're preparing for battle as we speak, on top of that they're deploying dozens of those "Gundam" suits…"

"I see… well then, I'll just have to show them how helpless they really are, with this MAN-002 Febral." Lancerow smiled as the head's visor like hatch opened.

"Just don't be too reckless, and your target is the one known as the GX-9900. It's the one you went after that shot down Operation Lilac." Nicola waved, as he kicked off back down the guide way.

"Roger that…" Lancerow climbed into the cockpit of the Febral, and closed the hatch.

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"GX-9900 you're clear for launch!" The combat controller aboard the Aoyagi relayed.

"Roger that, Jamil Neate, Gundam X launching!" Jamil pushed the thrusters to their full power and roared out into space joined shortly by the awaiting GX-9900 Bit suits.

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"You're clear for launch Captain Dawell." The controller relayed.

"Roger that…" Lancerow flicked the controls online as he readied to launch.

"Good luck Captain…" Seidel's voice came over the frequency.

"Luck… Newtypes don't need luck." Lancerow smiled "But thank you for the sentiment your Excellency. Captain Lancerow Dawell, MAN-002 Febral, launching!" he launched out into space.

Xxx

Jamil flew through the battlefield towards his position directly between the SRA's forces and the Earth, as the final line of defense. "Can I really do it if ordered? I…" he looked out at the flashes from the battle.

A line of GT-9600 Gundam Leopard's and it's GT-9600 bits piloted by another Newtype pilot opened fire with their Gatling arms ripping through many of the SRA's mobile suits that were attempting to close on his suit from the right side.

"What is this feeling…" Jamil blinked, as he sensed the emotions of the pilots around him, their fear, their anger, their sorrow, and even their deaths. "Is this what Dr. Salsamille meant?"

Jamil looked out towards the left side a group of three GX-9800 Airmaster type Gundams transformed and opened fire on a group of Septums that attempted to break through the lines.

"Attention, Jamil, deploy the satellite cannons!" The order came through his headset snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Uhh… right…" Jamil blinked and flicked the switch on the right control stick.

The cannons on the bit mobile suits followed his as they lined up all rotating into position. The X shaped solar panels deployed on the back of the suit as he took aim at a colony.

The thin white beam from the moon base known as D.O.M.E. streaked towards the machine before hitting the reception point on the upper chest of the X, the energy being transmitted to the bit suits as it reached full power, the eye like cameras flashed a brilliant acid green.

"Awaiting the order…" Jamil's eyes stung as sweat dropped down into them.

"Don't wait, just fire." The controller spoke calmly.

"But… they…" Jamil blinked.

"FIRE!" The colonel's voice snapped through his headset.

Jamil lined up the colony in the sights and fired, the X's satellite cannon erupted with its massive white particle beam as the bit mobile suits followed suit shortly after all of their shots ripping through the battlefield before striking a colony, the shots piercing through it.

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Lancerow looked back in horror "THE COLONY! THAT BASTARD!" he rolled and streaked towards the location of the beam, filled with raw hatred.

"Commence the colony drop!" Seidel's voice echoed over the frequency.

"What… he really plans to…" Lancerow looked back just in time to see dozens of the colonies start to move heading on a collision course with Earth powered by their large thermonuclear engines.

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"Oh god…" Jamil's eyes widened in horror as he felt it shaking in fear "What… what have I…" "Those people… they… just… oh god. Their deaths…" he watched as the colonies flew past him at high speed plunging into the atmosphere, an angry red glow enveloping the large eight kilometer wide, thirty two kilometer long structures, as they rained down upon the Earth.

The terrified screams of the people clawing at his nerves, the billions of deaths occurring as the impacts happened all around the globe.

"YOU!" A voice roared snapping Jamil out of his senses as a blue and cream mobile armor roared towards him.

"It's him…" Jamil drew his beam saber as the mobile armors five fingered arm formed a massive blade bringing it down forcing him to parry.

"I…" Jamil tried as they rolled back and forth in a rolling scissors striking each other's suits again and again "I didn't…"

"YOU'LL PAY FOR YOUR CRIMES!" Lancerow screamed over the frequency "YOU MURDERER!" he brought the other arm's blade up the left side of the X cutting the arm off at the shoulder.

Jamil seized the beam rifle and flew back away from the mobile armor "I DIDN'T…" he fired at the mobile armor striking it several times in the chest "Did I… AHHHHHH!"

Lancerow glared as he got his final shots off as the suit blew up beneath the ejecting head as the five fingered arm cannons struck the X's head destroying it, sending it tumbling through space.

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"We've recovered the GX-9900…" The colonel looked at the machine missing its head and arm the cockpit badly damaged as it was forced open.

"So is he like the others?" The colonel asked.

"Don't you have any compassion?" Dr. Salsamille floated up to the cockpit and pushed his way past the other two "Jamil… speak damn it… be alive!" he shook him, the visor of his helmet had shattered a large gash running down the right side of his face bleeding badly.

Jamil let out a light groan as Salsamille pulled his helmet off and felt for a pulse "Medic!" Salsamille shouted as he undid Jamil's harness "He has a weak pulse!" he pulled him out of the cockpit.

Xxx

"Hey there war hero…" One of the SRA pilots grinned at Lancerow as they sat at in the bar as cheers sounded over the airwaves.

"Leave me alone…" Lancerow glared at the other pilot obviously drunk.

"Sure thing ace…" The other pilot made his way back to the party as Lancerow downed another glass of the vodka he was holding.

"Lancerow… aren't you drinking too..." A girl started before the glass narrowly missed her shattering against the wall.

"How can I not drink… I've lost what made me an Ace…" Lancerow glared "I'm no longer a Newtype…" his grip tightened on the bottle of vodka before it shattered from the pressure. The former Newtype glared "Seidel… that Jamil Neate… It's because of them... because…they carried through with their missions…"

Xxx

Jamil groaned as he woke "What the… where?" he cracked his eye open feeling a bandage over the right side of his face.

"Oh thank god you're alive… I was starting to worry you'd be in coma forever…" Dr. Salsamille smiled at Jamil as he made his way over from the desk in the wood paneled room.

"What happened?" Jamil asked before feeling a sharp pain in his head.

"I don't know… I'm thinking about it… you tell me?" Dr. Salsamille looked at him.

"Wha…" Jamil tried to focus before wincing in extreme pain "I… I can't… I've lost my abilities as a Newtype…"

"I see… so you're like the others…" Dr. Salsamille pulled a chair over and plopped down in it.

"What happened…" Jamil looked at him.

"Tell me what you remember first, and open your eye, I've got to make sure you didn't cause yourself too much stress from that attempt…" Salsamille held up a flashlight.

Jamil looked at him "I went out into battle and…" he trailed off.

"Yeah… you remember now don't you?" Salsamille looked into his eye "Don't do anything too strenuous for a few days… you've still got some pretty bad injuries…"
"What time is it?" Jamil looked towards the window seeing it was pitch black out.

"Oh… its…" Salsamille looked at the clock in the room "One in the afternoon…"

"Are we in the arctic or something?" Jamil looked at him.

"No…" Dr. Salsamille walked over to the window "You're in my house, in the southern part of north America…"

"Then your clock's wrong, it's pitch black out…" Jamil looked at him.

"They haven't figured out a final count yet… but so far they've figured about thirty colonies were dropped on earth... the UNE's fallen into chaos, and has all but dissolved." Salsamille looked at him.

Jamil looked horrified "So you're saying…"

"We're in the middle of a nuclear winter… the shear amount of dirt those colonies threw into the atmosphere has all but thrown the earth into another ice age… we're lucky that some of their thermonuclear engines didn't explode on impact. If any more had… the human population of Earth would have been wiped out completely."

"How many…" Jamil asked softly.

"Wha…" Salsamille looked at him.

"How many did I…" Jamil shook as tears started to form in his uninjured eye.

"The population count hasn't finished yet… but estimates are… the population will be counted in millions, not billions. Very few if any other Newtype's survived… all of the known survivors have reported a total loss of their abilities." Salsamille looked at him as Jamil sat there in horror of what he had done.

"How long have I been?" Jamil looked at him.

"Six months… Also because of this, they've started a new calendar system to keep track of the date… we're in After War 0001." Salsamille looked at him.

Xxx

"Daddy, can I go outside today?" Ennil asked as she looked at her father.

"Not today dear… it's too cold out to play." Nada El smiled at his daughter as they sat in their new house on Earth.

"The madman really carried through with the threat…" General El looked out into the darkness "I heard there were people in those colonies he dropped… rumors that there were survivors of them too…"

"Dinner's ready…" Mrs. El called into the room.

"Yay!" Ennil cheered.

Xxx

"Dear… do you really have to?" Shora Sou looked at her husband as he pulled his coat on.

"We have to eat dear… I'll be back soon with some food…" Mr. Sou looked at his eldest son "Witz, you're in charge until I get back, do not open the door unless it's me… understand?"

"Yes sir…" Witz nodded as his father turned and opened the door to make his way out for food, into the blackness of the mid day.

Xxx

Jamil made his way out into the kitchen "I'm sorry I'm not much help…"
"Don't worry about it…" Dr. Salsamille smiled as his wife cooked.

"So… umm…" Jamil sat down.

"Quit beating yourself up about it…" Salsamille looked at him.

"I'm just useless now… without my abilities…" Jamil winced as Salsamille rapped him on the head hard with his fist "OWW!"

"Newtype's aren't tools… nor or they gods by any extent of the word… Both Fixx and Seidel's views were twisted, and distorted by their greed for power." Salsamille sat back down in his chair as Jamil looked at him.

"Then what am I, if I'm not a Newtype?" Jamil looked at him.

"Human… that's what we all are…" Dr. Salsamille shrugged.

"Then…" Jamil blinked as Salsamille jabbed him hard over his heart with his index finger.

"Don't forget… it's not your abilities or brain that makes you human… it's this… real human beings show compassion. Do you grieve for what you've done?" Salsamille looked at him.

"Yes…" Jamil looked at him, the scar down the right side of his face from just above his eyebrow skipping over the eye, and down his cheek almost to his jaw.

"Then you feel compassion, and you're human…" Salsamille shrugged.

"But…" Jamil started to interject.

"Only human's get to eat." Mrs. Salsamille smiled at Jamil ending his complaining.

"So what's for dinner honey?" Dr. Salsamille looked over.

"You're a gear headed maniac, no food for you!" Mrs. Salsamille stuck her tongue out at him as Jamil started to laugh.

"That's the first time you've laughed since before the last battle…" Dr. Salsamille smiled at him.

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"It's a boy…" The doctor smiled at the black haired woman "Congradulations, Mrs. Ran…"

The woman took the boy in her arms and smiled at him "God must have blessed this child to protect us through that nightmare…" the woman smiled at her son.

"So what's his name…" The doctor looked over holding a pen as he readied to start the medical records.

"Garrod… Garrod Ran." Mrs. Ran smiled as she looked up at him holding the black haired boy.

Xxx

The cries of the baby carried into the room, as the woman came in and picked it up the two week old baby "Shh… it's alright Tiffa, everything's alright…" The woman with brown hair cradled her daughter in her arms lightly rocking her back to sleep.

Xxxxxx

Yes, mass colony drop! All hell has broken loose! The 7th space war has come to an end timeline wise, but the aftermath is only beginning, the next chapters or so will cover the 15 years running up to A.W. 0015 and the series start, running through various events and characters lives…

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Huh…

"Hey, Witz got a scene… what about me?" Roybea smiled.

Oh sure… I'll umm…

"Hey if Roybea gets one, I want one!" Tonya glared at Ald.

I'll see what I can…

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Huh…

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"The good for nothing Gundam boy got a scene, I want one!" Kid Salsamille glared at Ald holding a mallet.

"Hey, hey! Everyone calm down!" Witz pushed the group apart "We'll just write it ourselves…"

"Sure… I didn't think you knew how to…" Tonya smiled at Witz who turned red and glared at her.

"Now now then…" Roybea grinned "There's plenty of Roybea to go around ladies…" he flipped a rose to the screen "Any takers out there?" flashing a million dollar smile.

"Perv…" Ennil glared at him over the back of the couch.

"Says the girl in blue leather pants and a top she's nearly popping out of!" Roybea shot back at her.