Disclaimer: Gundam 00 belongs to Sunrise studios. Mark Lamperouge is mine.
Saga of the Crimson Fox
By Storm Wolf77415
Prologue
Republic of Krugis, 2301 AD
Small figures clutching battered assault rifles and wearing tattered clothes scurried among the dusty streets. A formation of MSER-04 Anfs clomped through shattered ruins. Shooting at anything that moved.
"This battle is a holy war in the name of God, we shall strike down the infidels who disrespect our traditions…" a deep voice drawled.
One little boy, dove behind the remains of a low wall, as a battle equipped workloader exploded near him. The weapon he held his only shield against the world. One Anf loomed over him.
"In this world…there is no God!" He muttered, listening to the comments and proclamations being made. He started running, firing his rifle. A spray of bullets made him leap for cover behind another wall. The Anf loomed like a harbinger of death. He prepared for the end.
A lance of pink energy shot from the sky, spearing the Anf and destroying it. nine more shots followed and nine more Anfs met the same end.
The boy crawled out of his hiding spot to see his savior. It was a mobile suit painted in a basic white and silver, surrounded by a magnificent green aura. To the boy it was the most beautiful sight in the world. To the boy known as Soran Ibrahim, his life was changed forever that day…
Renquist Air Station, Montana, United States of America, Union of Free Energy and Nations, 2302 AD
"Welcome to Dullsville, Montana, population, us." One soldier grunted.
"Got that right," his buddy said, eliciting grunts and groans from the other men around the card table in the rundown guard shack. The Renquist Air Station was considered by many to be the place where military careers died, the castoffs, the loose cannons, the rejects who shouldn't be wearing the uniform at all, but not willing to cut them off completely, were all sent there. It contained a small research station, but even the scientists and engineers there had little to do.
A thirty one year old man, with dull brown eyes, messy brown hair, wearing a disheveled, untucked, uniform of a Rear Admiral (Lower Half) entered the room.
"Admiral Lamperouge, Sir!" They all stood up at attention, even though there was no real need for it. The one good thing about the dead end posting was the commander of the base. Rear Admiral Mark Lamperouge truly was a soldier who had not forgotten his roots and wasn't afraid to mix with the lower ranks, joining the weekly poker game held every Tuesday.
"As you all were gentlemen. You all know better tonight I'm not an admiral, I'm just another soldier like you guys, deal me in boys!" The soldiers all relaxed and started shooting the breeze. Mark got up to get another beer when the entire room started shaking.
"What the hell is that!" he said. He ran outside to see what appeared to be a meteor streaking down from the stars. It came within inches of hitting the base before crashing a few hundred yards away, leaving a large swath through the earth.
"Get a search party together!" Mark slipped into command mode. Seven of the Admiral's best men piled with him into two battered old Hummers and went to investigate the scene. A nasty fifty yard swath in the dirt marred the Montana landscape. Trees ripped out of the ground, bushes turned to cinders.
It was a mobile suit laying face down, it's once pristine armor was scorched and blackened from the reentry into the planet's atmosphere.
"Is it…alien?" One soldier asked to no one in particular.
"That's not one of ours, Admiral. And it sure doesn't belong to the AEU or HRL!" One soldier commented. Mark walked up to it, tentatively, cautiously placing his hand on the side.
"Let's get this thing back to base…gentlemen, I think our stock in life just got a big boost!" For the men of Renquist Air Station, life had changed forever that day.
Author's Notes: My first Gundam 00 story. I've wanted to do this for awhile now, and we'll see how this turns out.