Gundam Wing: The War in A.C. 200
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction
By Torankusu
Chapter 10: All or Nothing
The dark violet and midnight colors of the Gundam called Epyon, known by others simply as the Devil, were a whirlwind on the battlefield. Due to the dark backdrop of space, it was nearly impossible to see the mobile suit, the only telltale sign of it's existence the giant melee weapon it held in one hand. It's green eyes flashing crimson red, the mobile suit fought through the battlefield with ease, destroying human and alien alike. The human pilot of a Taurus unit didn't even have the time to scream before the glowing beam saber sliced through the titanium alloy as if it weren't even there.
The nightmare had returned.
Inside the massive death machine, Private Akira Tomino of the Earth Sphere United Nation Armed Forces was sweating uncontrollably. So many enemies, everywhere. Everyone on the battlefield wanted to kill him. That didn't matter. Nothing did. He would destroy them all before they could. With a malicious smile across sweat stained skin, he screamed incoherently, and the Epyon attacked.
The battlezone around the colony X-18999 had become chaotic. Tauruses and their newly arrived allied Serpent units fought back the alien invasion witrh all they could muster. The fiteen mile long black monstrosity that was the alien mothership floated there, it's turrets useless against the much more agile mobile suits. For once, the tide of battle seemed uncertain. The E.S.U.N.A.F. forces just might prevail, this time.
The Gundam closs mobile suit Zeus, a towering machine of white and blue colors, representing the thunder god that was it's namesake, was in as much a frenzy as it's pilot. It's twin crimson beam sabers, one in each hand, sliced through the air, it's vulcan cannons blazing. However, no matter how much it tried, it could not seem to destroy the Gundam Sandrock.
Quatre Rabarera Winner was confused. What was this? He quickly turned on his comm board, and spoke directly to the pilot of the other suit:
"Hey! What's this all about?!"
The only answer that he got over the comm was a hysterical scream, "You don't even remember, do you?! You BASTARD!! I'll kill you!"and the Zeus, it's frenzy renewed, lashed out again, this time nearly severing the head from the torso of the other suit.
Quatre couldn't keep this up. His Gundam was good, no doubt, but the blue-white suit had capacilities that damn near exceeded that of the Wing Zero. The pilot must be using the Zero system, it was all the young man could do to defend hismelf, to dodge. Experience had gotten him this far in the fight, but who knew how much longer it would get him?
"What did I do to you? Tell me!" yelled a stressed Quatre.
All he got was a cry of outrage, and a slice that nearly would have cut a good sized battleship in half. This wasn't good...
Wufei Chang, piloting the Gundam Altron, was excited. He could see his rival, the Devil, across the field, hacking through it's opponents, clearly without thinking things through. The pilot was quite obviously out of his mind. That didn't matter. The point was, the Epyon was back, and at the moment, he seemed to be the only suit close enough or free enough to be able to deal with it. Despite himself, he felt a cold smile draw across his lips. Pleasantries aside, this was what he lived for, and always would be.
Gundam Altron, ignoring all other potential enemies, flew in to meet the Gundam Epyon.
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Marshall Reeves knew it was time. Time to play his card, and let the other ones fall into place. The E.S.U.N.A.F. and the Alien Fleet were busy battling it out on the other side of the Earth Sphere, nearly a day's flight from here. With the level of resistance the humans were putting up, it could be days or weeks before the aliens made it to the Event Horizon, and his colony. Nonetheless, better to play his card early than not at all.
Reeves sometimes wondered how he could be of the same race as those idiot humans. Trusting, sniveling, and weak. It had been a wonder that they had managed to stay unified. He felt nothing but pity for them, and once his master plan unfolded, he would feel not even that.
As for the alien intruders, Reeves did not know why they were here, what their purpose was, or how strong they really were. Neither did he care. The only thing that mattered was that their arrival had made things even easier for him, played right into his hands. He couldn't have asked for such a godsend, not that he believed in a god. Nonetheless, this was luckier than he ever could have asked for. Not that he believed in luck.
"Comm on. Destination, Command Center." He waited for the bleep that signified success.
"One, begin Operation Dusk."
"Yes, sir."
Fate seemed to be on his side.
Nonetheless, he hedged his bets. Ms. Relena Peacecraft had an interesting surprise in store.
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Forgive me God, Heero, Relena, and whoever else may care...
With that thought, the God of Death, Duo Maxwell, brought up it's armed hand, and launched it's energy tipped missile at his opponent.
Wing Gundam Zero, having just lost an arm, was too off balance to do much to stop this. The sizzling Gundam's wings ignited, the engines flaring in an attempt to evade, but to no use. The missile struck dead on, at the emerald center of the Gundam's metal chest. Wing Zero was buffeted back by the explosion, it's systems short circuiting, chaos all around it. The explosions of war around the mobile suit seemed fitting as it began to peel apart, inch by precious inch.
Duo, not for the first time this dreadful day, offered a prayer to a God he had stopped believing in long ago.
The black wings of Gundam Deathscythe Hell spread, and like a bat, it roared in to it's next opponent, Duo screaming a tragic cry as he went.
Lucky for all of them, Heero was not dead. Not even close.
He floated limp against the explosion dotted background of starred space, watching the spectacle before him with dead eyes. It was all over. He had lost Relena, he had lost Wing Zero, he was a hypocrite, dammit, he didn't even have a home to go to, anymore...
And, like always, he didn't care. All that mattered was Relena. All that had ever mattered.
And so he float, gazing upon the scene before him, wondering idly when a stray shot would vaporize any memory of him from this universe, for good. About time.
Some distance away, Relena Peacecraft was thinking much the same thing.
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Mobile Suit Tallgeese III opened fire with it's mega beam cannon again, the bright, sun colored beam lancing out across the stars, erasing foes from the battlefield as if they had never been. An enemy Angel suit roared in on his left side, but Zechs Merquise, commander of mobile suits, one time destroyer of Humanity, and now it's savior, hadn't been known as the Lightning Count for nothing. His crimson white beam saber slashed out, and before the Angel could even attempt a countermeasure, it exploded. Tallgeese rocketed through the shards and fire, ever focused on it's mission.
They were driving the enemy back.
All over the battlefield, enemy units were being destroyed, or trying unsuccessfully to retreat to the safety of the Mothership. Serpents opened fire with their massive chain guns and missle launchers, clearing the enemy ranks. Taurus units used their unparalled agility to gain the advantage. Humanity was winning. For once.
No time for emotions of relief. There was yet fighting that needed to be done. And Zecchs would do it.
Noin...
Gundam Heavyarms's guns blared, silencing the skies of all enemy foes. Trowa Barton was back on the battlefield, back from an unsuccessful assasination. He knew not who had ordered him to be killed, only knew, like Zecchs, that there was fighting to be done. So he did. The orange colors of the Heavyarms flashed brilliantly through space as bullets, missiles, and beams came from it's weapons racks in a literal downpour.
As he fought on, black enemy mobile suits exploding in his wake, he drew ever closer to the Alien Mothership.
There comes a time in every warrior's life when Destiny calls. Now, it called Trowa Barton to center stage.
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Devil met Dragon, and the skies parted for them in reverence.
Gundams Epyon and Altron met in the bloodied battlefield, each machine meant for war, each meant as a martial mobile suit, one where close range weapons meant life or death.
The Epyon, it's giant emerald beam saber, held out in front, flew on towards it's newest opponent, it's back retros flaring in unison, trailing fire across space.
Altron, it's double sided beam trident held in one metal hand to the side, in an eery motion, mirrored it's opponent, back retros flaring.
The Gundams met, Epyon's heat rod slashing up and in, a move that had destroyed many a good soldier. Wufei Chang was more than good. His own mobile suit's manuevering thrusters ignited, and the heat rod cut nothing but air. As the Epyon's arm pulled backwards, drawing it back, the beam trident of Altron responded, moving in a straight thrust, as if Wufei meant to gut his opponent. Yet the Epyon's own beam weapon retaliated, the space between them crackling with excess electricity.
Neither pilot said anything. Wufei Chang lived for these moments. Private Akira Tomino was obsessed with this fight, the Zero system turning him into a demon, much like the suit he piloted.
Altron's other dragon shot from it's arm, meeting Epyon in the chest. The other Gundam seemed to stumble back, no traction to be found in space, but the thrusters responded, and it's heat rod lashed out, stopping any more forward movement from the Altron, and the other Gundam let it's flame thrower cover the remaining distance. Epyon again stumbled back, and it's rockets propelled it upwards and back down, it's beam saber slicing in an arc to take the other suit in half.
Wufei smiled in his cockpit as his Gundam easily avoided the blow, responding with another blast of flame.
Tomino was good, but the Gundam pilots, such as Wufei, were on another level entirely. Even the vaunted Zero system couldn't replaced good old fashioned skill. If the Epyon had posessed any long range weapons, it might have been different, but the overwhelming advantage was in Wufei's hands.
Epyon flew through the blaze of fire, it's gundaniun armor protecting it's vitals. This time, it's attack was more calculated, it's monstrous beam saber slicing, stabbing, and thrusting so fast that it was all Wufei could do simply to hit the reverse thrust and bring his own beam trident in a chance to match it. The other, however, was not to be deterred, and used the overwhelming power of it's own beam saber to parry the trident to the side. Then the Devil came in again, slashing like a monster.
Wufei, sweat having broken across his brow, grimaced as he felt his grip on the controls tighten. This might be harder than he thought.
Across the battlefield, across many personal and individual wars being fought, stood Gundam Sandrock.
Across from that, stood Mobile Suit Zeus.
Quatre was a little surprised to hear the other pilot's voice come on, after all this time:
"You don't deserve even the simple honor of knowing why I am about to kill you."
Quatre remained quiet. He had enough of reasoning, enough of pleading. He had enough of always being the sensitive one. Quatre had had enough.
Sandrock, taking advantage of it's enemy's hesitation, moved. With blinding speed it crossed the distance, the mobile suit Zeus not even having enough time to lift up a weapon in defense. It swung it's heat shotels, in a massive arc...
The camera and sensor system of the Zeus, better known as the head, was shattered beyond all repair.
Inside his cockpit, Slade watched with growing anger as the systems of the Mobile Suit, one by one, disappeared. Targeting, gone.....Weapons, gone......Visual, gone....all he had left was communications and life support.
Gundam Sandrock's backpack veniers erupted with flame, and Quatre searched the battlefields for an opponent not human, and not insane.
But he couldn't escape the cry of Slade, over the communications band. As he went, it cursed him. Even as he began combat with enemy Angels and Tentacles, he could hear the sobbing voice of Slade screaming for him to come back.
"You no good murdering bastard! Come back here and finished what you started! Kill me, like you did all of them! BASTARD! COME BACK HERE!"
Quatre felt a single tear roll down his cheek.
The person who had started this war, would pay, and pay dearly. Of this he promised himself.
He had no idea...
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He held her in his arms. Gently, as if he were afraid to harm her, yet firmly, because he was forever afraid to let her go. Their faceplates were put together, even though the two could barely see each other through their own breath exhalation. She hugged him close, all the suppressed emotions of the past five years rushing back to her in an instant. They felt themselves twirling through space, and nothing else seemed to matter.
They were twirling through space, alright. Through a warzone. All around them, mobile suits, human and alien in origin, exploded, good men and women died, and the history of the species Homo Sapien was being forever rewritten.
Yet they spun through space, nearly oblivious to it all. They were together again.
Nearly oblivious.
Relena, not lessening her hug on him at all, could not help it. So many people had died, so many other's lived were forever changed. All because of him. She had to know.
"Why, Heero?"
The stoic man's perpetual dead eyes seemed to flicker with emotion, for a moment.
"Relena...."
Relena gave a small sob as she brought up her legs, curling them into her chest. Before Heero could do anything, she gave a sharp kick, and he was forced to let go, their inertia sending them in opposite directions. Heero watched her with those dead brown eyes, but she couldn't look back at him.
At that moment, as Relena Peacecraft drifted away from the Gundam pilot Heero Yuy through the black abyss, he realized that he had lost everything.
Nearby, just close enough to watch but go unnoticed, float Dorothy Catalonia. She watched sadly as Relena kicked Heero away from her. She had never expected things to get so personal with the human side.
But then, she reflected, that was what happened when the enemy was willing to go far enough...._____________________________________________________________________________________
Trowa Barton was closer, now. As close to the mothership as he would possibly get, without putting his own suit at a disadvantage from the alien ship's guns.
He had been without emotions for quite a while now. The half-clown mask he wore was a gross mockery of that, a punishment he put himself through every day of his life. Trowa was not his real name, and no matter how much his "friends" insisted it was, it wasn't. He had No Name. He was just another unknown soldier, destined to die on the battlefield, to be killed as he had killed so often before. This didn't sadden him, nothing did. As he did everything else, he accepted it simply as fact.
Yes, he lacked emotions. However, he did not lack friends, or a cause. If there was anything the young man had learned from the Eve and Marameiya Wars, it was that the cause he fought in was one many would have gladly died for. People needed his help. Innocents needed his help.
And right now, whether they realize it or not, his friends needed his help.
He didn't know how he knew what to do. He didn't know why he knew. He only knew that somehow, he knew exactly what had to be done, right now. What else mattered?
Gundam Heavyarms , it's pilot bearing an actual smile, a genuine smile, closed in on the Alien Mothership.
He had no regrets.
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Next time on Gundam Wing: The War in A.C. 200:
The Gundam pilots and all of humanity relive the horrors of war, one they thought they had lost forever. We discover that the humans have even more dangerous enemies from inside their ranks than from without. Can the Earth Sphere United Nation survive in a new era of bloodshed? Will all of our pilots make it out of this alive?
Next time on Gundam Wing: The War in A.C. 200:
BLAZE OF GLORY
Coming Soon!
A Gundam Wing Fanfiction
By Torankusu
Chapter 10: All or Nothing
The dark violet and midnight colors of the Gundam called Epyon, known by others simply as the Devil, were a whirlwind on the battlefield. Due to the dark backdrop of space, it was nearly impossible to see the mobile suit, the only telltale sign of it's existence the giant melee weapon it held in one hand. It's green eyes flashing crimson red, the mobile suit fought through the battlefield with ease, destroying human and alien alike. The human pilot of a Taurus unit didn't even have the time to scream before the glowing beam saber sliced through the titanium alloy as if it weren't even there.
The nightmare had returned.
Inside the massive death machine, Private Akira Tomino of the Earth Sphere United Nation Armed Forces was sweating uncontrollably. So many enemies, everywhere. Everyone on the battlefield wanted to kill him. That didn't matter. Nothing did. He would destroy them all before they could. With a malicious smile across sweat stained skin, he screamed incoherently, and the Epyon attacked.
The battlezone around the colony X-18999 had become chaotic. Tauruses and their newly arrived allied Serpent units fought back the alien invasion witrh all they could muster. The fiteen mile long black monstrosity that was the alien mothership floated there, it's turrets useless against the much more agile mobile suits. For once, the tide of battle seemed uncertain. The E.S.U.N.A.F. forces just might prevail, this time.
The Gundam closs mobile suit Zeus, a towering machine of white and blue colors, representing the thunder god that was it's namesake, was in as much a frenzy as it's pilot. It's twin crimson beam sabers, one in each hand, sliced through the air, it's vulcan cannons blazing. However, no matter how much it tried, it could not seem to destroy the Gundam Sandrock.
Quatre Rabarera Winner was confused. What was this? He quickly turned on his comm board, and spoke directly to the pilot of the other suit:
"Hey! What's this all about?!"
The only answer that he got over the comm was a hysterical scream, "You don't even remember, do you?! You BASTARD!! I'll kill you!"and the Zeus, it's frenzy renewed, lashed out again, this time nearly severing the head from the torso of the other suit.
Quatre couldn't keep this up. His Gundam was good, no doubt, but the blue-white suit had capacilities that damn near exceeded that of the Wing Zero. The pilot must be using the Zero system, it was all the young man could do to defend hismelf, to dodge. Experience had gotten him this far in the fight, but who knew how much longer it would get him?
"What did I do to you? Tell me!" yelled a stressed Quatre.
All he got was a cry of outrage, and a slice that nearly would have cut a good sized battleship in half. This wasn't good...
Wufei Chang, piloting the Gundam Altron, was excited. He could see his rival, the Devil, across the field, hacking through it's opponents, clearly without thinking things through. The pilot was quite obviously out of his mind. That didn't matter. The point was, the Epyon was back, and at the moment, he seemed to be the only suit close enough or free enough to be able to deal with it. Despite himself, he felt a cold smile draw across his lips. Pleasantries aside, this was what he lived for, and always would be.
Gundam Altron, ignoring all other potential enemies, flew in to meet the Gundam Epyon.
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Marshall Reeves knew it was time. Time to play his card, and let the other ones fall into place. The E.S.U.N.A.F. and the Alien Fleet were busy battling it out on the other side of the Earth Sphere, nearly a day's flight from here. With the level of resistance the humans were putting up, it could be days or weeks before the aliens made it to the Event Horizon, and his colony. Nonetheless, better to play his card early than not at all.
Reeves sometimes wondered how he could be of the same race as those idiot humans. Trusting, sniveling, and weak. It had been a wonder that they had managed to stay unified. He felt nothing but pity for them, and once his master plan unfolded, he would feel not even that.
As for the alien intruders, Reeves did not know why they were here, what their purpose was, or how strong they really were. Neither did he care. The only thing that mattered was that their arrival had made things even easier for him, played right into his hands. He couldn't have asked for such a godsend, not that he believed in a god. Nonetheless, this was luckier than he ever could have asked for. Not that he believed in luck.
"Comm on. Destination, Command Center." He waited for the bleep that signified success.
"One, begin Operation Dusk."
"Yes, sir."
Fate seemed to be on his side.
Nonetheless, he hedged his bets. Ms. Relena Peacecraft had an interesting surprise in store.
__________________________________________________________________________________
Forgive me God, Heero, Relena, and whoever else may care...
With that thought, the God of Death, Duo Maxwell, brought up it's armed hand, and launched it's energy tipped missile at his opponent.
Wing Gundam Zero, having just lost an arm, was too off balance to do much to stop this. The sizzling Gundam's wings ignited, the engines flaring in an attempt to evade, but to no use. The missile struck dead on, at the emerald center of the Gundam's metal chest. Wing Zero was buffeted back by the explosion, it's systems short circuiting, chaos all around it. The explosions of war around the mobile suit seemed fitting as it began to peel apart, inch by precious inch.
Duo, not for the first time this dreadful day, offered a prayer to a God he had stopped believing in long ago.
The black wings of Gundam Deathscythe Hell spread, and like a bat, it roared in to it's next opponent, Duo screaming a tragic cry as he went.
Lucky for all of them, Heero was not dead. Not even close.
He floated limp against the explosion dotted background of starred space, watching the spectacle before him with dead eyes. It was all over. He had lost Relena, he had lost Wing Zero, he was a hypocrite, dammit, he didn't even have a home to go to, anymore...
And, like always, he didn't care. All that mattered was Relena. All that had ever mattered.
And so he float, gazing upon the scene before him, wondering idly when a stray shot would vaporize any memory of him from this universe, for good. About time.
Some distance away, Relena Peacecraft was thinking much the same thing.
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Mobile Suit Tallgeese III opened fire with it's mega beam cannon again, the bright, sun colored beam lancing out across the stars, erasing foes from the battlefield as if they had never been. An enemy Angel suit roared in on his left side, but Zechs Merquise, commander of mobile suits, one time destroyer of Humanity, and now it's savior, hadn't been known as the Lightning Count for nothing. His crimson white beam saber slashed out, and before the Angel could even attempt a countermeasure, it exploded. Tallgeese rocketed through the shards and fire, ever focused on it's mission.
They were driving the enemy back.
All over the battlefield, enemy units were being destroyed, or trying unsuccessfully to retreat to the safety of the Mothership. Serpents opened fire with their massive chain guns and missle launchers, clearing the enemy ranks. Taurus units used their unparalled agility to gain the advantage. Humanity was winning. For once.
No time for emotions of relief. There was yet fighting that needed to be done. And Zecchs would do it.
Noin...
Gundam Heavyarms's guns blared, silencing the skies of all enemy foes. Trowa Barton was back on the battlefield, back from an unsuccessful assasination. He knew not who had ordered him to be killed, only knew, like Zecchs, that there was fighting to be done. So he did. The orange colors of the Heavyarms flashed brilliantly through space as bullets, missiles, and beams came from it's weapons racks in a literal downpour.
As he fought on, black enemy mobile suits exploding in his wake, he drew ever closer to the Alien Mothership.
There comes a time in every warrior's life when Destiny calls. Now, it called Trowa Barton to center stage.
__________________________________________________________________________________
Devil met Dragon, and the skies parted for them in reverence.
Gundams Epyon and Altron met in the bloodied battlefield, each machine meant for war, each meant as a martial mobile suit, one where close range weapons meant life or death.
The Epyon, it's giant emerald beam saber, held out in front, flew on towards it's newest opponent, it's back retros flaring in unison, trailing fire across space.
Altron, it's double sided beam trident held in one metal hand to the side, in an eery motion, mirrored it's opponent, back retros flaring.
The Gundams met, Epyon's heat rod slashing up and in, a move that had destroyed many a good soldier. Wufei Chang was more than good. His own mobile suit's manuevering thrusters ignited, and the heat rod cut nothing but air. As the Epyon's arm pulled backwards, drawing it back, the beam trident of Altron responded, moving in a straight thrust, as if Wufei meant to gut his opponent. Yet the Epyon's own beam weapon retaliated, the space between them crackling with excess electricity.
Neither pilot said anything. Wufei Chang lived for these moments. Private Akira Tomino was obsessed with this fight, the Zero system turning him into a demon, much like the suit he piloted.
Altron's other dragon shot from it's arm, meeting Epyon in the chest. The other Gundam seemed to stumble back, no traction to be found in space, but the thrusters responded, and it's heat rod lashed out, stopping any more forward movement from the Altron, and the other Gundam let it's flame thrower cover the remaining distance. Epyon again stumbled back, and it's rockets propelled it upwards and back down, it's beam saber slicing in an arc to take the other suit in half.
Wufei smiled in his cockpit as his Gundam easily avoided the blow, responding with another blast of flame.
Tomino was good, but the Gundam pilots, such as Wufei, were on another level entirely. Even the vaunted Zero system couldn't replaced good old fashioned skill. If the Epyon had posessed any long range weapons, it might have been different, but the overwhelming advantage was in Wufei's hands.
Epyon flew through the blaze of fire, it's gundaniun armor protecting it's vitals. This time, it's attack was more calculated, it's monstrous beam saber slicing, stabbing, and thrusting so fast that it was all Wufei could do simply to hit the reverse thrust and bring his own beam trident in a chance to match it. The other, however, was not to be deterred, and used the overwhelming power of it's own beam saber to parry the trident to the side. Then the Devil came in again, slashing like a monster.
Wufei, sweat having broken across his brow, grimaced as he felt his grip on the controls tighten. This might be harder than he thought.
Across the battlefield, across many personal and individual wars being fought, stood Gundam Sandrock.
Across from that, stood Mobile Suit Zeus.
Quatre was a little surprised to hear the other pilot's voice come on, after all this time:
"You don't deserve even the simple honor of knowing why I am about to kill you."
Quatre remained quiet. He had enough of reasoning, enough of pleading. He had enough of always being the sensitive one. Quatre had had enough.
Sandrock, taking advantage of it's enemy's hesitation, moved. With blinding speed it crossed the distance, the mobile suit Zeus not even having enough time to lift up a weapon in defense. It swung it's heat shotels, in a massive arc...
The camera and sensor system of the Zeus, better known as the head, was shattered beyond all repair.
Inside his cockpit, Slade watched with growing anger as the systems of the Mobile Suit, one by one, disappeared. Targeting, gone.....Weapons, gone......Visual, gone....all he had left was communications and life support.
Gundam Sandrock's backpack veniers erupted with flame, and Quatre searched the battlefields for an opponent not human, and not insane.
But he couldn't escape the cry of Slade, over the communications band. As he went, it cursed him. Even as he began combat with enemy Angels and Tentacles, he could hear the sobbing voice of Slade screaming for him to come back.
"You no good murdering bastard! Come back here and finished what you started! Kill me, like you did all of them! BASTARD! COME BACK HERE!"
Quatre felt a single tear roll down his cheek.
The person who had started this war, would pay, and pay dearly. Of this he promised himself.
He had no idea...
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He held her in his arms. Gently, as if he were afraid to harm her, yet firmly, because he was forever afraid to let her go. Their faceplates were put together, even though the two could barely see each other through their own breath exhalation. She hugged him close, all the suppressed emotions of the past five years rushing back to her in an instant. They felt themselves twirling through space, and nothing else seemed to matter.
They were twirling through space, alright. Through a warzone. All around them, mobile suits, human and alien in origin, exploded, good men and women died, and the history of the species Homo Sapien was being forever rewritten.
Yet they spun through space, nearly oblivious to it all. They were together again.
Nearly oblivious.
Relena, not lessening her hug on him at all, could not help it. So many people had died, so many other's lived were forever changed. All because of him. She had to know.
"Why, Heero?"
The stoic man's perpetual dead eyes seemed to flicker with emotion, for a moment.
"Relena...."
Relena gave a small sob as she brought up her legs, curling them into her chest. Before Heero could do anything, she gave a sharp kick, and he was forced to let go, their inertia sending them in opposite directions. Heero watched her with those dead brown eyes, but she couldn't look back at him.
At that moment, as Relena Peacecraft drifted away from the Gundam pilot Heero Yuy through the black abyss, he realized that he had lost everything.
Nearby, just close enough to watch but go unnoticed, float Dorothy Catalonia. She watched sadly as Relena kicked Heero away from her. She had never expected things to get so personal with the human side.
But then, she reflected, that was what happened when the enemy was willing to go far enough...._____________________________________________________________________________________
Trowa Barton was closer, now. As close to the mothership as he would possibly get, without putting his own suit at a disadvantage from the alien ship's guns.
He had been without emotions for quite a while now. The half-clown mask he wore was a gross mockery of that, a punishment he put himself through every day of his life. Trowa was not his real name, and no matter how much his "friends" insisted it was, it wasn't. He had No Name. He was just another unknown soldier, destined to die on the battlefield, to be killed as he had killed so often before. This didn't sadden him, nothing did. As he did everything else, he accepted it simply as fact.
Yes, he lacked emotions. However, he did not lack friends, or a cause. If there was anything the young man had learned from the Eve and Marameiya Wars, it was that the cause he fought in was one many would have gladly died for. People needed his help. Innocents needed his help.
And right now, whether they realize it or not, his friends needed his help.
He didn't know how he knew what to do. He didn't know why he knew. He only knew that somehow, he knew exactly what had to be done, right now. What else mattered?
Gundam Heavyarms , it's pilot bearing an actual smile, a genuine smile, closed in on the Alien Mothership.
He had no regrets.
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Next time on Gundam Wing: The War in A.C. 200:
The Gundam pilots and all of humanity relive the horrors of war, one they thought they had lost forever. We discover that the humans have even more dangerous enemies from inside their ranks than from without. Can the Earth Sphere United Nation survive in a new era of bloodshed? Will all of our pilots make it out of this alive?
Next time on Gundam Wing: The War in A.C. 200:
BLAZE OF GLORY
Coming Soon!