Deep
in space, Heero was blowing the stuffing out of mobile dolls left and right
with the greatest of ease. He was piloting the well-known Wing Zero. After
destroying all of the attacking mobile dolls, he headed for the Oz base that
was controlling them.
"HE'S
COMING THIS WAY!!" screamed an Oz member inside the ship. "WHAT ARE
WE GONNA DO?!"
Everyone
inside the base knew their lives wouldn't last much longer, and that resisting
him would be useless. This was the infamous Heero Yuy, pilot of the Gundam Wing
Zero. There was nothing they could do but hope to die an honorable death by
protecting their base with all their might. All of a sudden, the Gundam turned
around and headed for the colony instead.
"He...
he's turning... around.... we're gonna live after all!!!" The shocked crew
was relieved as well as surprised. There was no record of a Gundam that took
sympathy on Oz, except that one Arabic boy... but he never just left...
"WHAT
THE HECK?! I must've pressed the wrong button or something... this has never
happened before...." Heero was just as surprised as the inhabitants of the
Oz base. His Gundam, the Wing Zero, wasn't following his command. It just
turned around all by itself, and now he was about to land on a nearby colony...
Meanwhile...
"Trowa, I can handle the suits to the left, but the other
ones will attack me if I try. Head for the mobile suits to the right!"
Quatre yelled to his comrade. They proceeded with their plan, and blew up Oz
members like nobody's business.
After
their victory, the two Gundam pilots headed for one of Quatre's mansions
nearby. They discussed their next move against Oz over a four-course meal,
served by the one and only 78th minion belonging to Quatre.
"They
obviously know where we are, seeing as we just defeated about 45 of their
mobile suits. The only choice we have is to get out of here, otherwise they'll
have the element of surprise on their side, and we don't want a disadvantage.
They must have some sort of plan. They wouldn't send out a bunch of weak mobile
suit pilots if they knew we were here, which they did." Trowa was trying
to come up with a good plan, but was failing miserably as Quatre simply
shrugged it off: "We'll just go to Releena's place. She'll probably ask a
bunch of questions about Heero, but at least we'll be safe at her
apartment."
"Quatre...
look...." Trowa was pointing at the window, which gave a perfect view of
their Gundams flying up and over Quatre's mansion. "I wonder what
they're-" before he finished, the whole mansion shook and a couple of
floors fell off, but Trowa and Quatre remained inside and on the ground.
"Trowa!! Our Gundams are trying
to destroy us!" Quatre yelled over the loud noise of floors being swept
aside by the Gundams.
"But
no one's controlling them. We had better get away from here, Quatre!" They
ran outside as fast as humanly possible, which, unfortunately, wasn't as fast
as Gundam-ly possible. The Gundams reached down and picked up their pilots, and
then flew off into outer space.
Two hours later...
"Trowa,
Quatre," A voice from above them called down in a calm, yet serious voice.
"Heero?"
Quatre mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his neck. "What happened? I thought
I was on Earth..." His neck seemed to be causing him the most pain, but he
had a bandage wrapped around his right leg. "Heero.... why are we in
space?" He said, now looking up at the stars.
"Our
Gundams want us here, for some reason. You two were brought from the Earth by
your Gundams, and from the look of it, not willingly. Am I right?"
"Yes,
but how did you get here as well?" Trowa finally spoke up.
"My
Gundam brought me here while I was inside of it. After our Gundams got us all
here, they self-detonated and I brought you in this alley in order to escape
the explosion."
"YOU?
Escape the explosion?" Quatre became confused. The word 'escape' hardly
EVER came out of Heero Yuy's mouth.
"Dying
now wouldn't be anywhere near purposeful. Our Gundams have tried to kill us.
The only thing left of them now is a trash heap, and I plan on fixing mine. At
least then we would have a chance against whatever got to our Gundams."
"He's
got a point. If we died now, whoever got to our Gundams would have succeeded in
murdering us, and then they'd move on to the other pilots. On the other hand,
now that we've survived, we can search for this new enemy and get to them
before they get to us. They think we're dead," Trowa explained.
"Why
didn't they get Duo and Wufei too?" Quatre pondered out loud.
"Maybe
it's part of some plot of theirs, but we'll defeat them before they have a
chance to carry out any more plans." Heero said, almost reassuringly, but not really. The alley was silent for the
next few moments...
"Wufei?
That you?" Duo Maxwell said through his speakers. "Long time, no see,
Wu-man!"
"You
know, Maxwell, although you might have a hard time pronouncing it, my name is
WuFEI
!! It would be nice of you to address me by real name, no matter how
difficult it is for you." The two held a conversation in the middle of a
battle with such ease, as if they were drinking tea instead of destroying these
massive mobile suits.
"Why?"
Duo seemed confused at the thought.
sigh
"Nevermind."
"Whatever."
"Where
are the other pilots?"
"How
should I know? The last time I saw 'em was last month. Why do you want to find
them?"
"Oz
is planning an attack on us in Africa. I think it would be best for us to fight
them together."
"Well,
how are we supposed to find them?" Duo questioned.
"I
know how. We'll just ask around," Wufei replied with a smirk. "YOU!
AT THE OZ BASE!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US??!!" Yelled an Oz member from inside the base.
"Where
was the last place you saw a Gundam or a Gundam pilot?" Wufei pointed his
dragon-hand-thingy at the Oz base.
"Uh....
I heard a Gundam attacked a base in outer space, next to Colony L-52, but there
were also two Gundams at a base in Germany," he answered shakily, looking
at the gigantic dragon-hand-thingy with a sweatdrop.
"Thanks!"
Wufei yelled and shoved his dragon-hand-thingy halfway into the base and turned
back to Duo.
"So
should we go to Germany or outer space?" Duo asked.
"I'm
not sure. If Trowa and Quatre were in Germany, they're probably not still
there. Let's go to outer space," Wufei decided.
"Alright,
but I think we should get repairs before we go, in case they're being held
hostage or something. Plus I need a to make few adjustments if I'm gonna go to
outer space."
"Where
can we get our Gundams fixed, though?"
"Just
follow me," Duo yelled and then started to head north towards wherever he
was going, and Wufei started following him. Then, both of their Gundams flew up
and in the direction of outer space.
"I
thought your Gundam wasn't ready for outer space, Duo."
"So
did I, and I'm not controlling it. Maybe it is and I just didn't know it, so it's
trying to hurry us into space or something,"
"I'm
not controlling mine, either," Wufei replied. "Why would our Gundams
want us to go to outer space so quickly?"
"I
have no idea, but none of my controls are working!"
"Oh,
great. Mine aren't either. Maybe we should bail."
"I
don't think we'd survive. Unless you have a couple of parachutes or
something," Duo said, looking down.
"Nevermind,
we're leaving the atmosphere. It's too late. Let's just see where they take
us."
"I
guess....," Duo mumbled nervously.
The
three other pilots sat wondering next to their Gundams. They had gathered parts
from their own Gundams to see how much needed to be done. The parts were
separated into three piles: the Wing Zero, the Sandrock, and the Heavyarms.
"How
the in the world are we supposed to fix our Gundams without any of the
necessary parts?" Quatre thought out loud.
"I
don't know. It could be dangerous trying to order some Gundanium Alloy because
we're still not sure who messed with our Gundams in the first place. It could
be anyone, even the people we order it from," Heero concluded.
"But
there are some people we could see. The ones who designed our Gundams would
know what to do. We'll just find the scientists. They do live in the colonies,
after all," Trowa suggested.
"There's
an idea, but how would we travel around to another colony? Our Gundams are
trash. And we would need something to carry them on as well," Quatre
pointed out. "The scientists probably aren't here on this colony. They
would've seen us land and would probably be here already."
"We'll
just have to find a mobile suit carrier and take over. It's the only thing able
to carry our Gundams as well as us," Heero replied.
"Then
we'd better go now. Everyone in the colony's asleep right now." Trowa said.
The
three set out to find a mobile suit carrier, not knowing where to find one, but
with confidence.
The Next Day.......
"Heero, I'm not sure this was such a good idea. We've been
wandering around the colony without a clue. Maybe we should've thought about
where we're going to find a mobile suit carrier." complained Quatre.
"Just
keep walking. We'll find one eventually," Heero replied blankly.
A
big explosion to the left of the pilots grabbed their attention. They started
running in the direction of the explosion and stopped dead in their tracks when
they witnessed the scene. There was still smoke everywhere, but there were two
bodies and two mobile suits visible, although it would be difficult to identify
them. When the smoke cleared a little, they saw exactly what they were
expecting; Duo and Wufei had been blown away from their Gundams, which had
self-detonated. Whether or not the pilots activated the self-detonation device
themselves was unknown, but they guessed the same thing had happened to the two
of them that had happened to the three of them, only Duo and Wufei weren't so
lucky. Trowa and Quatre went to check their pulses, and Heero just stood there,
deciding on what do to. Finally, Quatre spoke up.
"Duo!!
Can you hear me? Duo?! I can feel a very faint pulse, but I don't know if he's
going to live or not!"
"They
both seem hurt pretty badly. We had better get them some help," Trowa said
calmly.
"When
we find a mobile suit carrier, we'll take them with us so they can talk to the
scientists, too. Right now we can't take the chance of trying to find someone
to take care of them. We can't trust anyone," Heero said, ever so
cheerfully (not).
"How
are we going to take care of them? We don't have any bandages or
anything," Quatre worried.
"How
do you think I fixed you up?" Heero pointed to Quatre's leg.
"Where
did you get the bandages?" He asked excitedly.
"There's
a hospital not far from here. They're closed, but it's easy to get in."
"You
stole them?!"
"Why
not. They have plenty. Besides, we're desperate right now, there's not much
else we can do." Trowa said.
"You
agree with him?!" Quatre turned to Trowa.
"We
don't have time to spare. Let's get out of here." Heero said. "The
hospital's this way. I'll go in and you guys watch to make sure no one sees
us."
After
getting lost and finding the hospital an hour later than expected (courtesy of
Heero's wonderful navigational skills), they got the bandages and fixed up
their friends. They all hid their Gundam parts in another abandoned alley and
set off once again to find a mobile suit carrier. Once Wufei and Duo woke up,
they decided it would be a lot faster to split up. Wufei insisted on going
alone, and Heero did, too, so basically, the only ones who went in different
directions were Heero and Wufei. Duo, Trowa, and Quatre kept going along the
same path.
Wufei
was running as hard as he could, in order to cover more ground since you
wouldn't have to stop and look in order to find a mobile suit carrier. All of a
sudden he felt a sharp pain in his left ankle. He had forgotten that he had
twisted it. He caught his balance before falling and decided to walk from then
on.
We must've been here before. Heero
thought. I recognize this place. I have
to find a mobile suit carrier and talk to those scientists. He continued to
think to himself as he half jogged around the colony. He didn't really care if
the other pilots got to the carrier, even if only one of them made it, at least
they would know what happened to their Gundams. What was that? He stopped
and turned his attention towards three distant figures. I can't let anyone see me. They'll recognize me as one of the Gundam
pilots on the news. He crept around a few bushes and peered over his
shoulder to see if they were still there. His muscles un-tensed as he realized
who it was. This is pathetic. He
thought as Quatre, Trowa, and Duo approached him.
"Hi,
Heero! Did you find a mobile suit carrier? Is that why you came back
here?" Quatre asked, since they HAD come all the way back to the alley
where their Gundams were in order to find the other pilots, he thought Heero
may have as well.
"No."
he said, realizing they hadn't gotten lost like he had.
"We
found one. It looks like someone was attempting to hide it," Trowa said,
pointing to the large building behind them. "It's behind there."
"I
guess it's time to look for the Wu-man," Duo suggested. "I wonder how
far he got."
Wufei
cringed as his twisted ankle brought him more pain. How far had he gotten
anyway? He didn't remember being here before, so at least he wasn't going in
circles. Where are all of the members of
this colony? He wondered. I haven't
seen anyone the whole time we were here. He remembered something on the
news about people evacuating one of the colonies, but he wasn't sure what
happened or anything like that. When he turned his head to the left to stretch
it a little bit, he saw the other four Gundam pilots headed his way. Did I get lost after all? Why's Heero with
them? After a few moments of puzzlement, the five Gundam pilots were on their
way to the mobile suit carrier and arguing over who had to fly it.
"I
think Heero should have to fly it. He never sleeps anyway," Quatre said.
They looked over at Heero, DARK lines under his eyes and completely messed up
hair.
"Maybe
someone else should. I think we'd be a lot safer that way. Besides, Heero saved
you and me from that explosion. We should let him get his rest," Trowa
suggested.
"How
about you flying it, Wu-man?" Duo asked Wufei. Wufei gave him an evil
glare and then gave his own suggestion.
"Why
shouldn't you fly it, Duo? You don't have any serious injuries anyway. Trowa
couldn't because of his wrist, and Quatre and I have injured legs," he
shot back at Duo.
"Oh
please! A leg injury isn't going to disable your piloting capabilities!"
Duo argued. "Quatre should fly it!" Everyone but Quatre agreed.
"Why
don't we take shifts. That way it'll be fair," he replied.
"If
we do take shifts, everyone will have to pilot it some time, so I'll go ahead
and get it over with," Wufei said. Quatre climbed into the mobile suit
carrier to see how much space there was.
"What's
this? I've never seen one of these before," Quatre threw a bomb at Heero,
asking him if he knew.
"It's
a bomb. I think it's set to explode in about..." he searched the surface of
the bomb. "Ten minutes. I'll go get it somewhere so it won't damage the
carrier." he ran off and they all saw a huge explosion, capable of wiping
out the entire colony. They lifted off after Trowa came back with Heero, and
Quatre watched as the colony they had been standing on just two minutes ago was
completely destroyed.
When
Wufei's shift was over, Duo took his place. Every now and then the carrier
would tip left and right; Duo was practically a lunatic when he had caffeine.
Suddenly, Wufei stormed into the room where the other pilots sat quietly either
resting, drinking, or eating. After Wufei had completed his shift of piloting,
he had gone to the only available bed on the carrier since Heero had woken up.
"WHICH
ONE OF YOU GAVE MAXWELL COFFEE?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
silence
Wufei stomped into the cockpit and twirled Duo's chair around so he was facing
him. After he left, Quatre remarked, "That's funny, Maxwell used to
actually be a coffee company's name."
"YOU'VE
HAD TOO MUCH COFFEE, HAVEN'T YOU?!" Wufei yelled.
Duo
gave off a huge grin and replied innocently, "You say that like it's a bad
thing."
"That's
it! You're flying privileges are OVER!" Wufei called for Quatre to come
and pilot the carrier.
"But
my shift doesn't start until-" he stopped as soon as he saw Duo spinning
around in his chair and pressing every button he could when he passed the
controls. "Okay." Quatre took his seat and Wufei dragged Duo out of
the room and shoved him into the room that Heero and Trowa were in. Then he
turned around and walked off to bed without a word.
"What
are we supposed to do with him?" Trowa asked Heero, even though he wasn't
exactly expecting a response.
"Throw
him in the closet with a straight jacket on!" Wufei yelled from his temporary
bedroom. Heero and Trowa didn't hesitate to follow his directions. Quatre's
piloting skills were much more graceful, and they safely made it through his
shift of flight without any worries.
When his shift was over, Wufei had come into the larger room and started to drink a little coffee to wake himself up. Trowa took his seat in the cockpit as Quatre took Wufei's place on the small bed. An hour later, Quatre awoke to go to the bathroom. Being the first one in there, he was the first to notice yet another threat to the less than lucky group of pilots.
"Hey!
This looks like that thing I found earlier! What is it called again? A...... a
bomb! That was it!" he shouted to the other boys. Everyone's eyes lit up
with shock as Quatre came out of the bathroom with another bomb.
"We're
getting close to a colony. Maybe we can land before it goes off," Trowa
said. He had heard Quatre from inside the cockpit. "We should try to get
the bomb as far away from us as we can, that way if we don't land, we can still
have a chance to survive." Wufei took the bomb from Quatre and tried to
get the hatch of the carrier to open before the bomb blew up. He was, though
sadly, unsuccessful. The bomb blew up just before they reached the colony,
which luckily sent all of them flying towards the colony, and not away from it.