Okay, this is Chapter 1 of my fanfic(the 1st post was the prologue). I'd just like to ask if you Anyway, same rules apply, reply anything you want, but state the reasons why you think it's crappy or whatever so I can improve it ok?
Oh yeah, there won't be much MS combat in the first few chapters, ok?
Preventers Branch 7
Chapter 1: Leads
She walked briskly down the narrow corridors of Colony L2-17's cargo dock. Wearing the same inconspicuos uniforms as the mechanics that frequented this section, her long hair tucked neatly into a cap that covered her face, nobody could tell that she wasn't here to do a routine repair. Upon reaching a certain door she quickly scanned her left and right for any possible witnesses. There were none. She then opened the door and locked it behind her. The room was empty, just as she had read in the plans, except for the air vent above her. The vent was the reason why she was here. It was time to get to work.
Lt. Sumie Tanaka, Preventer Branch 7(Espionage Team) set down her "tool box" and began to pick out the gadgets she'd need. Finally, she thought to herself, the Preventers were doing something smart. She'd been edging for this mission for the past week and only now had she gotten approval. On the other end of the vent was the main storage bay of the Asimov, a large converted freighter designed specifically for salvage. Officially, it had been salvaging metals from a trio of remote colonies that were never completed due to the lack of funds and engineering mishaps. Unofficially, according to the records that she had hacked, more stuff was going _to_ the colonies rather than the other way around. That smelled very fishy to her, since those colonies, remote and abandoned as they were, would be the perfect place for a secret base of some sort. Also, the Asimov's crew seemed to be the cold military types that reminded her of those scary guards that Oz had sent againt her during her first disastrous mission as a guerilla spy. Well, she'd learned from that, and she'd show them what the Preventers had taught her in the past year.
Picking up a motorized screw driver, she quickly took out the four screws that held up the vent's grating and carefully laid it down the floor. Then she picked up her "tricorder" and switched it on. Though not officially called a tricorder (its real name was some long French Acronym of sorts) its use was almost the same as the one used by a famous 20th Century TV show. It tracked people within 500 yards and warned her automatically if anybody got too close. The tricorder read green, meaning nobody was close enough. Knowing the coast was clear she pulled herself up and crawled around twenty meters before reaching the storage bay's vent. Using the motorized screwdriver again, she repeated the process as she had with the first grate and jumped down to the floor.
A quick scan of the room revealed a total of 27 metallic crates in the room, but 3 had immediately caught her attention. Those three had a sophisticated lock mechanism on them that required both an access number and a keycard. Somebody definitely wanted to make sure these were kept safe. Taking out a "skeleton key card" she quickly inserted it into the nearest crate's access key. The sophisticated programing within the keycard hacked into the code simulating the original keycard and the access key. Within a second the crated had popped open.
"Alright.. now let's see what you're hiding," she whispered to herself as she pushed off the lid. What she saw disappointed her. Inside were sheets of metal, probably titanium, and titanium wasn't contraband material. Hefting one of the sheets though, she noticed something odd. It was light, too light. Titanium was a light metal, but this felt a lot lighter, and there was only one thing she could think of that could be this light... and that material was definitely contraband.
Unfortunately, she couldn't prove it yet, so she can't use the explosives that she had carefully packed to blow this bay up under the current rules. Such stupidity, she thought to herself for the hundredth time in her career as a Preventer, that we have to be 100% sure before we could destroy property. Maybe they'd rather deal with a couple of Gundams rather than insurance companies... What she could do though, was to get a sample. Sumie then picked up a small, pen-sized gadget. Similar to a gas spectrometer, it heated materials until it vaporized and uses the wavelengths of the light produced by the gas to determine its composition. She aimed at the sheet and a red hot laser burned a tiny part of it in less than a quarter of a second. The pen flashed red indicating that the substance had been recorded. She'd still have to wait for a lab analysis but it was better than nothing.
She had just replaced the lid and was about to look at the second crate when her tricorder started beeping. She glanced at the screen and saw at least three people were coming towards the bay.
"Darn it," she muttered, there would be no time for the other crates. She pulled herself up to the vent and began to use her screw driver to close it again. As the third screw was halfway down, the motorized screw driver suddenly slowed down, then died altogether. She looked incredolously at the device and quickly started fumbling for her manual screwdriver. Her tricorder beeped louder and louder as she frantically tried to keep her hands from shaking. Finally, she had just managed to tighten th fourth screw and move out of sight, just as the door hissed open and the crewmen entered.
Going back to the room she entered, Sumie popped the motorized screw driver open and examined the batteries. "Wonderful, just wonderful," she said examining the batteries. They were civilian grade, and not even a good brand at that. Why the heck she thought to herself, would the Preventers bother to make an expensive custom high-speed motorized screwdriver when you're going to skimp on the batteries anyway. She swore and decided that next time, she'd set the tricorder's alarm to go off when the bad guys are a lot further away just in case something else goes wrong. At least it wasn't a total waste she thought, wiping the sweat off her forehead, since now she could probably prove that the Asimov was carrying contraband, and Gundarium at that! After fixing her black braided hair and wiping off some dust, she got ready to step out of the room to transmitt her report to Prevnter HQ. The Branch 7's main team is finally going to see some action.
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Notice:
This story and all related material is copyrighted by me, no part of this story may be taken by any other person. If you wish to use any material, please contact me first. Gundam and all related trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
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The REAL reason of the Oz-Romefeller civil war.
*Trieze, giving a speech in the Luxembourg base*
Trieze: ...and that is why we must go against the Romefeller's plans to field these inhuman Mobile Dolls. Now, are you with me!?
*Oz members stare at him*
Trieze: *rollseyes, speaks in an annoyed tone* And of course... once we win, as head of our union, I will make sure that Romefeller will give us back our full Dental, Vision and Life Insurance plans, as well as our Christmas bonus...
*Oz members continue to stare at him*
Trieze: *sighs* And THIRTY times the normal hazard pay when fighting a Gundam...
*Oz members continue to stare at him*
Trieze: PAID IN ADVANCE, NO QUESTIONS ASKED!
Oz members(in unison): YES! WE ARE ALL WITH YOU! LONG LIVE TRIEZE!!!
Romefeller Spy: *mutters* This is why we never should have skimped on human resources budget...(joke)
Oh yeah, there won't be much MS combat in the first few chapters, ok?
Preventers Branch 7
Chapter 1: Leads
She walked briskly down the narrow corridors of Colony L2-17's cargo dock. Wearing the same inconspicuos uniforms as the mechanics that frequented this section, her long hair tucked neatly into a cap that covered her face, nobody could tell that she wasn't here to do a routine repair. Upon reaching a certain door she quickly scanned her left and right for any possible witnesses. There were none. She then opened the door and locked it behind her. The room was empty, just as she had read in the plans, except for the air vent above her. The vent was the reason why she was here. It was time to get to work.
Lt. Sumie Tanaka, Preventer Branch 7(Espionage Team) set down her "tool box" and began to pick out the gadgets she'd need. Finally, she thought to herself, the Preventers were doing something smart. She'd been edging for this mission for the past week and only now had she gotten approval. On the other end of the vent was the main storage bay of the Asimov, a large converted freighter designed specifically for salvage. Officially, it had been salvaging metals from a trio of remote colonies that were never completed due to the lack of funds and engineering mishaps. Unofficially, according to the records that she had hacked, more stuff was going _to_ the colonies rather than the other way around. That smelled very fishy to her, since those colonies, remote and abandoned as they were, would be the perfect place for a secret base of some sort. Also, the Asimov's crew seemed to be the cold military types that reminded her of those scary guards that Oz had sent againt her during her first disastrous mission as a guerilla spy. Well, she'd learned from that, and she'd show them what the Preventers had taught her in the past year.
Picking up a motorized screw driver, she quickly took out the four screws that held up the vent's grating and carefully laid it down the floor. Then she picked up her "tricorder" and switched it on. Though not officially called a tricorder (its real name was some long French Acronym of sorts) its use was almost the same as the one used by a famous 20th Century TV show. It tracked people within 500 yards and warned her automatically if anybody got too close. The tricorder read green, meaning nobody was close enough. Knowing the coast was clear she pulled herself up and crawled around twenty meters before reaching the storage bay's vent. Using the motorized screwdriver again, she repeated the process as she had with the first grate and jumped down to the floor.
A quick scan of the room revealed a total of 27 metallic crates in the room, but 3 had immediately caught her attention. Those three had a sophisticated lock mechanism on them that required both an access number and a keycard. Somebody definitely wanted to make sure these were kept safe. Taking out a "skeleton key card" she quickly inserted it into the nearest crate's access key. The sophisticated programing within the keycard hacked into the code simulating the original keycard and the access key. Within a second the crated had popped open.
"Alright.. now let's see what you're hiding," she whispered to herself as she pushed off the lid. What she saw disappointed her. Inside were sheets of metal, probably titanium, and titanium wasn't contraband material. Hefting one of the sheets though, she noticed something odd. It was light, too light. Titanium was a light metal, but this felt a lot lighter, and there was only one thing she could think of that could be this light... and that material was definitely contraband.
Unfortunately, she couldn't prove it yet, so she can't use the explosives that she had carefully packed to blow this bay up under the current rules. Such stupidity, she thought to herself for the hundredth time in her career as a Preventer, that we have to be 100% sure before we could destroy property. Maybe they'd rather deal with a couple of Gundams rather than insurance companies... What she could do though, was to get a sample. Sumie then picked up a small, pen-sized gadget. Similar to a gas spectrometer, it heated materials until it vaporized and uses the wavelengths of the light produced by the gas to determine its composition. She aimed at the sheet and a red hot laser burned a tiny part of it in less than a quarter of a second. The pen flashed red indicating that the substance had been recorded. She'd still have to wait for a lab analysis but it was better than nothing.
She had just replaced the lid and was about to look at the second crate when her tricorder started beeping. She glanced at the screen and saw at least three people were coming towards the bay.
"Darn it," she muttered, there would be no time for the other crates. She pulled herself up to the vent and began to use her screw driver to close it again. As the third screw was halfway down, the motorized screw driver suddenly slowed down, then died altogether. She looked incredolously at the device and quickly started fumbling for her manual screwdriver. Her tricorder beeped louder and louder as she frantically tried to keep her hands from shaking. Finally, she had just managed to tighten th fourth screw and move out of sight, just as the door hissed open and the crewmen entered.
Going back to the room she entered, Sumie popped the motorized screw driver open and examined the batteries. "Wonderful, just wonderful," she said examining the batteries. They were civilian grade, and not even a good brand at that. Why the heck she thought to herself, would the Preventers bother to make an expensive custom high-speed motorized screwdriver when you're going to skimp on the batteries anyway. She swore and decided that next time, she'd set the tricorder's alarm to go off when the bad guys are a lot further away just in case something else goes wrong. At least it wasn't a total waste she thought, wiping the sweat off her forehead, since now she could probably prove that the Asimov was carrying contraband, and Gundarium at that! After fixing her black braided hair and wiping off some dust, she got ready to step out of the room to transmitt her report to Prevnter HQ. The Branch 7's main team is finally going to see some action.
-----------------
Notice:
This story and all related material is copyrighted by me, no part of this story may be taken by any other person. If you wish to use any material, please contact me first. Gundam and all related trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
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The REAL reason of the Oz-Romefeller civil war.
*Trieze, giving a speech in the Luxembourg base*
Trieze: ...and that is why we must go against the Romefeller's plans to field these inhuman Mobile Dolls. Now, are you with me!?
*Oz members stare at him*
Trieze: *rollseyes, speaks in an annoyed tone* And of course... once we win, as head of our union, I will make sure that Romefeller will give us back our full Dental, Vision and Life Insurance plans, as well as our Christmas bonus...
*Oz members continue to stare at him*
Trieze: *sighs* And THIRTY times the normal hazard pay when fighting a Gundam...
*Oz members continue to stare at him*
Trieze: PAID IN ADVANCE, NO QUESTIONS ASKED!
Oz members(in unison): YES! WE ARE ALL WITH YOU! LONG LIVE TRIEZE!!!
Romefeller Spy: *mutters* This is why we never should have skimped on human resources budget...(joke)