Light and Dark,Two of Hearts.
Author's notes- Just don't ask about the title. I don't own Gundam Wing or anything remotely related to Gundam. Never have, never will. As for the fic, it's helluva AU and many of the characters may be OOC, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Part 8
Heero had finished his tests and the scientists couldn't believe at what they had found. Not only Heero was an excellent Mobile Suit Pilot, but he was also a Telepath with limited telekinesis and able to perfectly pilot any machine. Not to mention quickly draw up the schematics of a machine from a single component just by touching it.
Wow Heero-sama, that is impressive. All three areas of the Newtype categories! They should call you a Universal Newtype or something, Garrod said.
Indeed, Heero fits along all categories of the Gifted.
"Interesting.......we may need to study more of Mr. Yuy's abilities and as to why he can do all of the Gifted Categories," one scientist commented. The Base Commander wanted to see how well Heero can pilot a Mobile Suit in live simulated combat.
First, it was the old Zaku and Leo models; he had piloted them very well and it could rank him as an ace. Then, there was the Daughtress model of Australia; Heero performed those with flying colors. Next was the Serpent and Aries Model of the U.N. Federation; he had executed well but later commented that the bulk of the suit had slowed his reaction, which was impossible considering that the Serpent was more agile then it appeared to be. The Aries was mainly an aerial suit and fought better in the air then on the ground. Subsequently, there was the Mass Produced Gundam Mobile Suit of the United States, or GM, and performed just as good as the other models.
Following the GM was the Constance and Liberator of the French Republican States. The two French Mobile Suits were simple in design and looked harmless, but was just as deadly as any other suit. Each of those suits had a simple forearm shield that had hidden machine guns, the lower legs outfitted with jump thrusters and the side armored skirts that had a housing for a beam knife on one side. Plus a Grenade rack on the other, and a small close combat shield called a Heat Shield for it supported a claw that can slice through most materials when super heated. The Constance was the latest of the French Republican States and the Liberator was an old, multipurpose Mobile Suit and the only other difference was that the Liberator had small shoulder armor, simple head design and a multipurpose back pack and the Constance had large shoulder armor, a more complex head design and three separate backpacks for flight, ammo and weapon housing. Heero had performed beautifully with the two suits.
Later on, there was the British Coalition's Excalibur suit. The Excalibur looked like a medieval knight, but without the simple helmet design of a knight. The Backpack of the Excalibur was suitable for only two purposes: to use the new Variable Velocity Beam Rifle and for flight. The Excalibur was also outfitted with the new Beam Shield that can change its shape from a protective wide area mode to a more pointed attack mode that can be used for jabbing. The standard weapon of the Excalibur besides the Beam Sword was the Crossbow Rifle. It sort of looked like a crossbow, but fires a simple projectile that is tipped with either an explosive or fragmentation warhead, covered with an armor-piercing tip. Again Heero piloted beautifully.
Next were the Maguanac, Ghazi, and Osman models of the Arabic Coalition and other Islamic Nations. The Maguanac model was an older, more familiar and popular of the other two. The Ghazi and the Osman were newer models that were mainly a special forces for Muslim military at the moment.
The Ghazi was slimmer then the Maguanac but had less armor and relied more on its speed to avoid fire. It was designed mainly as an Urban fighter and was built with short-range weapons and the only long-range weapon that it had was the short beam Rifle and has an optional pack of flight. The Osman, however, was a more open field combat machine and one would make the mistake that the Osman was an artillery unit like the Tragos of other nations since it had large cannons on it's shoulders and a large variety of missile packs and heavy armor, but it was quite capable of hand to hand combat. All three Heero hand preformed quite well.
Finally, there were the African Zulu Models owned by many African Nations and Rebel Factions in the continent. It was a slimmer, more compact frame then most of the other suits and it was lightly armed with only a spear like rifle that can be used as a close quarters weapon, Vulcans in the head and mid torso, a beam blade that shaped more like a butchers knife but larger, and a rather large shield that can house many other weapons. Although many African forces owned the suit, it was mainly painted black and from a distance looked like an ancient African warrior and was an excellent stealth suit. Heero had no problem with that one.
Heero had piloted many Infantry units of all the other nations of the World and in each of them he had performed beautifully in them. From the Russian Confederation's Stalin and Czar suits to the Indonesian Imperial State's Komodo suits and the Brazilian Hegemony's Amazon suit. Later on the day after he piloted many Amphibious and Aerial models. In a week's time, Heero had successfully piloted all known suits on the Earth.
~*~
Wow Heero-sama, that is like so cool! You'd probably be the talk of the entire U.N. Federation, Garrod said as they were standing in line in the Base mess halls. Heero wondered if he would be drafted to the military because of his excellent piloting skills. I can see it now. Heero Yuy, Ace Pilot of the Earth. Pretty neat huh?
I don't really care about that Garrod-san. All I want is outta here-
Oh.......you wanna see your koi, eh? Garrod playfully nudged Heero. He just looked at him with a cold stare and Garrod put his hands up. Shutting up.
The two Japanese pilots then walk to a table that was only occupied by Tiffa. They sat down across from her and the two began to eat their lunch.
"Ano.... Tiffa, how's it going?" Garrod asked. Tiffa just ignored him as she ate her food. Heero was thinking about only one thing on his mind as he was eating: Relena. Heero still didn't believe that someone would have feelings for HIM, of all the guys in the world she chose him. He wasn't very athletic, just a few exercises during the week that would keep him fit, he was not as social to other people as one would like, he wasn't that handsome and rarely combed his hair. What was it that made Relena love him...
Heero-sama? Heero's train of thought was broken by Garrod. Are you alright?
I'm fine Garrod-san, I was just thinking. Heero looked at his food and he wasn't very hungry at the moment. I think that I lost my appetite.... he sighed.
So then are you going to eat that?
Heero just shoved it to him and Garrod ate it like it would be his last meal, wolfing it down his throat. It was an amazement that he didn't even choke. You never cease to amaze me that you can eat all that food and yet stay so fit....
Well I do exercise. Almost everyday. Garrod continued to wolf down what was in front of him. Tiffa scooted away so that Garrod wouldn't eat her food or whatever. Heero knew that he'd be spending most of his days here on the base until he was given permission to leave the base permanently and he had the feeling that he would not.
~*~
Another day goes by and another day without Heero, which was what Relena always thinks first when she wakes up. Though she would get phone calls from Heero and the space of time in between varied, she would always miss him. Relena would spend most of her time alone just thinking of him; how was he doing, is he alright, things like that. She looked at the old digital clock beside her bed and it read Saturday. Today was Saturday. Normally she would spend a Saturday window-shopping to see what was in the stores and to try and tell Heero her feelings towards him, but lately she was spending most of her Saturday in her room and just doing nothing.
Someone knocked on her door.
"Miss Relena, breakfast is ready."
"I'll be down soon," Relena called out to the servant. She might as well have something to eat as she dressed out from her nightgown to her everyday wear in the mansion. As she was thinking, Relena was thinking of Heero again. This time it was when they first kissed, well she kissed him and he just went along for the ride. She felt like she was in heaven when their lips met and half of her was wanton enough to actually make love to him, but thankfully Heero wasn't so singled minded, not that she minded if that would have happened. Relena, like most young girls, had some kind of a virginal fears about her first time that she would ever make love and- Relena finds that she has already dressed and decides to join the others downstairs. When she reached the table, all the others kids were eating.
"Hiya Relena, what's took yah?" Duo said with a mouth full of waffles and a room filled with sweat dropping kids. Relena sat down to eat her breakfast quietly as the others talked. Relena didn't care what they were talking about as she slowly ate her breakfast. Some time later, the group was gathered around the TV set since it was a Saturday morning.
"So what shall we watch?" Quatre asked the group, which was a very fatal flaw.
"Let's watch a fucking action movie!" Duo nearly screamed.
"No way, I want a Romantic one--"
"Not in your lifetime Hilde! Nothing comes between me and my Saturday Morning Cartoons--"
"Aren't you a bit old for that Trowa? I think that ESPN is calling my name--"
"Pick a number Catherine, because my Martial Arts Movie Marathon is on right now and I don't want to miss a minute of it."
"What the? Do you have any idea how old that movie genre are, Wufei?"
The group, minus Relena and Quatre, were bickering as to what to watch. It was several moments before Quatre finally cried out, "Would you all just stop bitchin'! It's just a TV man!"
The group immediately quiet themselves, this was the first time Quatre actually yelled.
"What? I can be pissed off too. I'm going to watch the news and see how's those OZ/U.N. Federation Conflict and Great Jovian War's going on." Quatre turned on the television set to CNN.
"Aw man....I hate the fucking--"
"DUO!" almost everyone shouted.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Today the U.N. Federation has announced that the Great Jovian War has turned from a Mobile Suit war to an all out Nuclear Shoot out. "
The group almost gasped as they heard this from the TV.
"At 4:37 AM. Pacific Standard Time, the forces of Saudi Jupiter have launched three nuclear space torpedoes at the Zeon Colony of Iron Falcon, a frontier colony that is within the intended war zone of the conflict. Iron Falcon's total population of five million was killed in the explosion. As a response to this attack, the Zeon's 5th Mobile Suit Division stationed at Iron Falcon have made Kamikaze runs against the Saudi Jupiter's 7th battle fleet with the Mobile Suit's Minovsky Fusion Reactor exploding upon impact, destroying nearly 75% of the 7th Saudi Jupiter battle fleet. It has been estimated that the use of tactical Nuclear Weapons and Kamikaze raids similar to that used by 5th Zeon Mobile Suit Division will destroy at least 98% of all military forces within the Jovian War Space."
The group was horrified from this turn of events. Both sides have used nuclear attacks to kill one another in a simple skirmish upon a remote colony and soon both sides will use nuclear attacks that may obliterate both sides of the conflict, resulting in no victors in this already horrific war in space.
"Oh my lord..." Hilde was nearly pale as she whispered in complete horror.
"This is nuts! Why in the world would Saudi Jupiter would ever want to even try a Nuclear attack? They should know that if they even tried using that tactic, it would make Zeon attempt a nuclear attack and it would be an all out Nuclear war!" Duo yelled
'Oh god, Milliardo....no...' Relena thought in dread. Her brother, a peacekeeper, was in the middle of this Nuclear Shoot out. Even though Nuclear warfare is considered ancient, it was still an effective weapon for mass destruction.
~*~
"As for the development of the OZ/U.N. Federation Conflict, the activities had strangely died down ever since the destruction of their Californian base several weeks ago. Combat activities in Eastern Europe, Southeast Asia, Central Africa, and some areas of South America have suddenly died down. Though U.N. Federation Officials believe that this is what they called the 'calm before the storm', in which the Organization of Zodiac plans a major offensive that may turn the tide of the conflict. Also there have been rumors that there is a huge army of loyal OZ soldiers laying in hiding in the Middle East-"
A man wearing a high-ranking Organization of Zodiac uniform that had long spiky bangs turned off the holo-television set. Another high-ranking OZ officer walked up to him, this one had long hair that went past his shoulders and looked more like a lady-killer.
"So, Roybea, looks like the rumors among the soldiers were true. Ever since the attack and destruction of our major base in California, the rage of war to create a new country of our own has disappeared. Talk about a bad case of bad moral," the longhaired officer said to the spiky bangs officer.
"I know....all fronts in this so called 'Display of Raw Power' have died down. I can't believe that I even fell for that garbage that Quinze and Deikim gave us, Witz," Officer Roybea said while putting his hand through his bangs.
"Heh, you're not the only one Roybea, all of us have been blinded with the idea of creating a country of our own. But then again why should we have a nation on Earth? There's plenty of room in space to create a nation." Officer Witz chuckled at the thought.
"Yah but you know the story that Quinze and Deikim have given us. 'The Earth is the center of Human Civilization, it is our duty that we make the center of our civilization on Earth and spread out into space!' Man, talk about a pile of shit."
"Yah...and we've even been called Terrorists and Cultists. True that we are Terrorists but cultists? I mean where did they even get the idea for that?"
"Must be the name. Organization of Zodiac. They must think that we worship the stars or something."
"Well that's humans for yah, they misunderstood almost everything that they don't know about. OZ is organized by the stars; 13 Grand Army Corps with 13 Divisions each. Heh......I think that the number 13 was what caused our downfall."
"You know, you're very superstitious lately Witz. What's the problem?"
"Well, the idea of Leo Corps was destroyed and we only have 12 Army Corps left. That would make a person a little bit superstitious."
"I guess that I should be superstitious about that also. I mean, we could be next."
"Yah, well, I think we should be next to be 'defeated', I think that we should disband and get out of this stupid little showcase of military might."
"You think so? I mean we may be branded as traitors to the cause if we do."
"Not if we die in battle Roybea."
"Eh? What are you talking about Witz?"
"We can disguise our escape under the chaos of battle. I'll get Kid to hack into the main database and erase all records of our Scorpio Corps personnel and replace it with fake ones. Then we install the new Mobile Doll Artificial Intelligence System into the target practice Mobile Suits so that we seem like the same old OZ Corps, get the Arabic Coalition to find us and have ourselves a little skirmish in which they call in the U.N Federation, we post the Dolls around the base and before the U.N. Federation arrives to 'Finish us off', we escape the base."
"Yah, that's a good plan, but what about our actual suits? Besides, we're the only Army Corps of OZ to even have Gundams."
"We'll take them. I mean each of us has formed a strong bond with our Gundams like a close comrade since those things have a consciousness of their own. Anyway, I want to keep my Airmaster."
"Airmaster?! I should have known.....you and that stolen Airmaster from Gundam Corps have been through a lot ever since this little conflict ever started. But I still don't think that it's combat worthy. It's lightly armored and armed with Vulcans and the Experimental Buster Rifles. Heh, they should be called normal beam rifles, nothing special about them. And the option of long-range missiles doesn't help at all. I think it should at least have some kind of a shield and a Beam Bladed weapon or something."
"What do you think I've been doing all this time Roybea? I've added a few surprises to Airmaster. Added an extra layer of armor, beam vulcans to go with the normal vulcans in the jet mode configuration, beam bayonets on the rifles and an emergency beam sword in the wings. And I've also refitted the Buster Rifles with E-Clips so that if I do run out of energy in them, I could get a quick use of beam energy. But sadly they only have enough energy for at least seven shots."
"Hn, you have been improving the Airmaster. I think that I should get Kid to refit Leopard for sea travel."
"What? What the fuck for Roybea?"
"Oh, just that I have a girlfriend waiting for me in Benicia......well, that's if the town still stands in California."
"Hn.........come to think of it, it's been two years since I've last seen my family. I think I should go visit them after this little fake out operation of ours."
"Say Witz, where does your family live again? I forgot?"
"A winery in Napa, one of the few places on the Earth where grapes could actually grow since the wars of the past."
"A winery? They must be very rich."
"Yah.......that's what everyone thinks........but there is so much competition with other winery in Napa and in Rockville."
"Hn....maybe we should be traveling partners when we get there. Our homes are close to each other, well somewhat."
"I guess so, but you'll have to go through the Panama Canal to make the trip short."
"I can always hitch a ride with an ocean liner along the way. So when do you think we should start the fake out?"
"As soon as Kid erases us from memory." Then someone knocks on the office door. "Come in." A female officer with slightly red/black hair enters the room and salutes the two of them.
"General Witz Sou, General Roybea Loy, I wish to know when we'll strike back at the U.N. Federation."
"I don't think so Major Ennil El, an army cannot fight with such low moral. Besides we plan to fake out and escape and resume our normal lives."
"But Sir--" Roybea silenced her and let Witz continue.
"I think that the U.N. Federation will destroy us sooner or later. As soon as they find the Riyadh base, they will destroy us with one attack."
"But the Sandrock Gundams have been upgraded to fight against the U.N. Federation--"
"Fight, yes. Win, no. Even though we have Gundams, they still have the advantage of numbers and moral. I think it's best for our people that we just abandon this conflict and return to our normal lives before OZ."
"But-"
"I think that you'd be glad that we did. You must have family that you want to return to. Besides, most of us are tired of the war even though we were never given the order to attack. Is there anything else you might add Major?"
"N-no sir. I apologize for interrupting you." She saluted and left the room.
"You think that she'll ever report this to HQ, where ever that may be?" Roybea turned to Witz.
"Naw. She isn't one of those types who wants to be promoted that easily. She rather earn her rank and name upon the battlefield."
"Yah, but something inside of me thinks that she wants to die upon the battlefield."
"She certainly earned her ace call sigh of 'Blue Thunder'."
~*~
Within one of the main hangars of the Riyadh Base of the Scorpio OZ Army Corp sat Major Ennil El. She was thinking about what the Brigade Generals have told her. She had no family to return to because they were killed by the U.N. Federation. Though it wasn't direct since her hometown was bombed from a U.N. Federation air raid during the 4th World War, they were the ones who caused the death of her family and all she had ever thought about was revenge for the death of her family. That was the reason for her joining OZ in the first place.
She then looked up to her Officer Custom Sandrock Gundam. It had blue outlining to its armor to give it the sense of a blue blur in combat. The internal hydraulic frame structure was outfitted so as to give her superior agility and speed for extended period of time. The Heat Shortels were also improved to radiate more heat then the average Heat Shortels of other models of lower rank and in result cut more faster then normal heat weapons. The Buster shield also had Heat claws in case if her Sandrock ever lost her Shortels or that she was unable to pull out her shortels in time. The blinder eyes on the Buster Shield were also amplified so that it would leave a more lasting temporary blindness for escape. The Beam Machine Gun was also useful in long ranged combat and the homing missiles in the torso were also useful in long-range combat. Her Sandrock Gundam was the most deadliest Gundam that the Scorpio Corp ever had, next to the Airmaster and the Leopard.
Sadly she would be unable to test her Gundam upon the battlefield.
~*~
Upon the flagship of the 17th U.N. Federal Space Armada, Milliardo was waiting for his Double Zeta to be upgraded to survive the aftermath of a Nuclear attack.
"Can you believe this? I mean not only are we peace keepers in a foreign war, but the two sides are now using Nuclear Warfare!" Rem almost screamed.
"Calm down Rem, just because we're peace keepers doesn't mean that we go into the middle of all that. We're just making sure that the war is waged within the predetermined War zone." Jamil said, trying to calm down the Zeon born pilot.
"Well, that still doesn't make me fell all the more better."
"It's a whole lot better then that Third World War back in 2085." Both Rem and Jamil shuddered from what Milliardo said.
"Tell us about it. That war was the leading cause of the resources on Earth to dry up in the first place. Heck, no one wanted to rage war for around a century and a half after that," Rem mumbled, remembering his history.
"Yah but then the wars started up again when the supply of off world resources flowed evenly to the Earth in 2225," Jamil reminded the two of them and nodded. "I guess WWIII was very beneficiary to the survival of the Hunan Race, if it wasn't for it there would have been constant wars that would have killed us off and no colonies for survivors to go to."
"You know Jamil, you'd make a great historian when you retire--"
"Me retire? You've got to be kidding me. I'm going all the way to General, no one's going to boot me off of the military." The group nodded from Jamile's statement. The three of them always dreamed of being in the military ever since they were younger and they plan to be in the military, even if they shrivel up when they grow old.
"Hey guy's look at this!" Rem and Jamil looked at the Article that Milliardo was reading in the Federal Times, the article was entitled First Lagrange Colony Beginning Construction.
'Today the U.N. Federation has announced the construction of the very first Island 3 Colony in Earth Space. This new colony will be constructed at the stable Lagrange Point 5 and construction will be finished around the year of 2251. The first construction ships and resource satellites have arrived at Lagrange 5 and framework of the Island 3 Colony. This colony, which will be named Satillcon, will be the first among many Island 3 colonies planned to be constructed in all of the Lagrange Points around the Earth. The new colony will be the new home for all space colonists of Earth Space that are still living in the Torus Colony Space Stations in Geostationary orbit around the Earth.'
"Hn...a pliability stunt. Everyone knows that the need for Lagrange Colonies in Earth Space is just another room that no one's going to use. The majority of the Human Race are already in space, especially the Gas Giants," Jamil chuckled.
"Don't I know it. The idea of Lagrange Colonies is long past, heck the only thing those Colonies are good for is to take up space."
"Who knows, maybe its one of those steps in which humanity abandon the Earth and live in space like you're father predicted, Rem."
"Abandon the Earth? Do you ever think that we'd ever forget the Earth? Face it Milli, we're stuck to the Earth. Even if we do colonize the stars, we'd be forever stuck on the Earth."
"Guess you're right Rem. Contolism does seem like a rather unusual belief--"
"Though part of it was correct, the Gifted Humans that Zeon Zum Deikun had predicted did appear and they were from families who have been living in space for more then three generations." Jamil remembered his study of the sudden rise of the Newtypes.
"Well I guess dad was right.......but then again contolism was the cause of the coup d'état back on Zeon."
A mechanic walked up to them.
"Sir, the upgrades are complete."
"Good, now we won't be killed by Nuclear Aftermath," Jamil commented while putting on his helmet.
"But it's the explosion I'm worried about, especially when you're in the blast radius." The three laughed heartily as they went to their Gundams.
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