Gundam Wing: Vengeance
Part Two
By Shawn Gealow
(son_of_vegeta@hotmail.com)
Hello again. This is part two of my story, Gundam
Wing: Vengeance. The first story introduced us to a new
character. Calling himself
"Two", he has a deadly vendetta against Heero Yuy. It is A.C. 204, and Two has somehow
resurrected the Wing Gundam. He has
also made certain "improvements" to the mobile suit, ones that Heero
and the other Gundam pilots don't know about.
In my first story, I sort of hopped
from character to character. I didn't
want the fic to concentrate on just one or two pilots, but all of them. I even wanted a little bit of Two's
perspective, so as to let you know what goes through that demented head of
his. One person says that I should have
concentrated on one character (the typical "main character"), but I
wanted my story to include pretty much EVERYONE from GW and EW. So, you people know who you are, and that is
my response. After all, anyone can make
a fic about just ONE character. I want
mine to stand out a little. Also, to
those who think that my stories have too much detail, I'm simply trying to give
you good visual clues as to what is going on. I hope to be a professional writer (or aerospace engineer) someday, so
this is the sort of thing that's important to those two fields. Don't like it? It's called "SKIMMING!"
Anyhow, on with the story! This saga is going to take at least three or
four chapters, so be prepared for unexpected twists, unknown ideas, and a
devious plot that, I hope, will stand out above all the others!
By the way, for those who want to
know, this is my FIRST FANFIC IDEA. It's been bugging me for some time and so I just typed it all down. The first part took about an hour to come up
with, write down basic ideas, and type. I'm pretty proud of that!
In another "By the way", I
don't know if Wufei was married before the events in GW or not, so I'll go
ahead and assume he wasn't, since I never heard he was. The only time I heard that was in fanfics by
others. Don't bother telling me,
please. I'll just assume it's from the
manga or from the original Japanese show. Even though I'll be using the American version of GW and EW, there will
be some Japanese (swearing and such), simply because they're a part of my
everyday vocabulary (I swear in Japanese, not English. That way I don't get in trouble at the
Christian school I go to. It also
sounds more natural to me, somehow. Gotta be careful, though. There is a Japanese foreign-exchange student going there now!).
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A.C. 189
Colony L1
Secret Gundam
Training Camp
"Not
again, Two!" Doctor J's voice
boomed over the speaker in his helmet's comlink. "How many times do we have to tell you, do not attack friendly or non-hostile targets?!"
"If
they're targets, then they get what they deserve! Only the weak are unable to fight for themselves!" Two's
harsh reply came back. Doctor J frowned
at that, betraying his once-good day.
"There
are always people who will not fight," was One's response. "Just as there will always be weak
enemies." As usual, his tone was
devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
"All
right, cut the chatter you two," a stern voice said over the comm
system. That would be vice-trainer
Mulger. He had pushed every candidate
very seriously, focusing mainly on trying to curb Two's vicious and vindictive
nature. "You have hostiles, two
kilometers north. Intercept and
engage. Try to disable, but destroy if
you have to."
Knowing
that was a challenge to Two's deadly nature, One kicked up his speed in the
simulator to make sure he intercepted the convoy first. Two took a while to notice, due to his
growling about how he was the one who was always picked on.
"Kisama! You're not gonna beat me this time,
One!" Two's challenge boomed over the comm system with an equal mix of
rage and vengeance in the tone.
Shaking
his head, Doctor J turned away from the supervisor's controls and
monitors. "Here we go again . .
."
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A.C. 204
Earth
Former Sanc Kingdom
capitol Newport City
I'm sorry, Relena, Heero Yuy thought, as
he boarded his Gundam, the Wing Zero. Fully restored to its original plans to combat yet another
"fire" for the Preventers, the suit had regained the worn look it had
at the end of the Eve Wars, nine years ago.
I know I promised to destroy this suit after
I returned, but I cannot stop Two any other way. I must use the Wing Zero again in battle. I'm sorry.
Closing
the cockpit hatch, he pressed buttons in the pitch black from memory. Lifting off, he pulled a lever back on his
right, changing the suit into the Neo Bird Mode that was so similar to the Wing
Gundam's.
Which is now in Two's hands, Heero
thought bitterly, adjusting some controls and plotting a course. If
only I had made sure that suit had been fully destroyed. Like a fool, I thought that the combination
of being blasted by Libra's main cannon and entering Earth's atmosphere would
eradicate the whole suit. How could I
have been so naive?!
Frowning,
he hit the thrust controls, blasting the suit at full-speed towards its
destination.
It's time to settle this rivalry, once and
for all. Then I'll destroy Wing
Zero. Besides, I know Relena will
forgive me. She always does.
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Central Arabian
Subcontinent
Quatre Raberba
Winner's Office
Stuck behind the desk again, are we? The thought came unbidden as Dorothy
Catalonia walked into Quatre's office, barely being able to see him behind the
mountain of paperwork he had filled out that day. That boy needs to get out
more often. She frowned, thinking
of many of Quatre's responses to her requests to take a day off with her. And I
don't mean for business!
"Hello
Miss Dorothy. What can I do for you
today?" Quatre's constant care for
others always came before his care for himself. That's why he had agreed to take over the Winner family company
at the end of the whole Mariemaia Kushrenada incident. Since then, his whole existance had
practically been dedicated to supervising the company, sacrificing his outside
life in the process.
"I
was wondering the same think, Master Quatre." I've been hanging out with
the Maganac Corps too much. Now I'm
talking like them! "What can I
do for you?" Sitting down on the
edge of his large mahogany desk, she smiled.
"Well,
what do you mean Miss Dorothy?" Quatre's startled response went perfectly with the absolutely clueless
expression on his face.
"You
have not spent a single hour outside of this desk since the picnic at
Newport," Dorothy scolded him. Sometimes I could throttle the boy, he's so
uncaring about himself! "Some
of the employees and myself are going out to New Constantinople tonight. We were wondering if you'd like to
come?"
"I'd
love to, Miss Dorothy, but I can't." Quatre's sympathetic look always made her want to give up on him, to
make him happy by going away and leaving him with his work.
Her
judgement, however, always won that
fight.
"Nonsense! You haven't taken a real break for over
three months! You work weekends,
nights, and always refuse help from your secretary! She could handle over a quarter of the work you do!"
"I
couldn't. It's not her responsibility
to oversee the company. It's
mine." Quatre's expression turned
hard. That's odd, Dorothy thought. He's never been like that before.
"I
know it's yours, Quatre, but please! This will be the forty-seventh time you've
turned down an opportunity to relax and unwind."
"Miss
Dorothy, certain events have turned up, and I can't allow myself the time to
'relax and unwind.' Innocent people's
lives are now at stake. Many have been
lost already. I have to see to it that
this stops."
"What
do you mean, Master Quatre? What
events?" Dorothy's expression
turned from a mix of anger-disappointment to pure concern. What
could have possibly happened to make him that upset?
"Injustice
has risen again, and it came in a Gundam."
Corridor
after corridor, tunnel after tunnel, the Maganac Corps led Quatre down, to the
lowest levels of the Winner estate.
"You
see, Master Quatre," Rasid explained as they rode yet another elevator
down deeper in the complex, "we thought such a situation would arise. Begging your forgiveness, we secretly
diverted money from the Winner estate. It was nothing really large or damaging to the family or corporation, it
was just neccessary."
"Neccessary
for what, Rasid?" Quatre looked up
at the man who stood nearly twice as tall in height. "What are you talking about?" he asked as the elevator
set down and the doors opened before them.
"This." With a simple point of his finger,
everything became clear to Quatre.
"S-Sandrock?"
The
mobile suit stood nearly to the ceiling of the monsterous hangar bay. Its white, blue, black, and grey plating
shone even in the weak lighting provided. Fully reconstructed to the state it had been in during the Mariemaia
incident, two giant gundanium shotels shone from their holding place on its
back.
"Sandrock,
and the rest of the Maganac Corps' suits," Rasid added, as Quatre ran up
to the Gundam he had last piloted eight years ago. "I hope you will forgive us for the deception, but we felt
it would be very, ah, problematic if
something like the recent events occured and you did not have your
Gundam."
"Well,
this does disappoint me a little, but I'm glad to see him again. Good old Sandrock."
"I
am almost afraid to ask, but will you be needing this?" Rasid asked
tentatively as he held out a black box about the size of his fist. It had silver computer-data ports pointing
out one end.
"No,
Rasid, I think I'll go without the Zero System for now," Quatre
replied. "Now, we have work to
do. Let's go!"
The
cheers of the Maganac Corps echoed loudly throughout the hangar bay.
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Mars
Earth Sphere Unified
Nation Terraforming Site
"All
right, what's wrong, Noin?" Zechs'
kind, deep voice whispered in her ear as he reached out to hold on to her
hand. She had been sobbing by herself
in their bathroom when he had gotten home. The TV was on, reporting on some maniac in a mobile suit. Zechs hadn't paid it much attention, though
he thought he had heard the word Gundam
said at least once.
"All
those people . . ." Noin's voice returned, stifled by her own tears. "They never had a chance. Without a military opposition, he wiped them
all out . . ."
As
she returned to crying, Zechs thought. Never had a chance? Against what? That Gundam on the news? But the Gundam pilots would never do such a horrible thing!
"Now, now,
now. These things happen." Zechs' words came now from her shoulder, as
he rested his head on her from behind, wrapping his arms around her
slightly-bulging stomach.
"No,
they weren't supposed to die. After all
we went through to gain peace, it has to be made into nothing by one person . .
."
So
that was it. All she had done during
the wars, all that the people had done, seemed as though what they had obtained
from all that suffering had been taken away.
Not taken away. Stolen. Peace has been
stolen from us. Just as peace was
stolen by Mariemaia Kushrenada and Dekim Barton.
"Do
not fear, love," Zechs' voice whispered softly to her, comforting
her. "The Tallgeese IV is almost
finished, and your Taurus has been completely rebuilt and improved. The two of us, we will not allow this to
happen again."
"Zechs,
you mean--"
"Yes. We're returning to Earth."
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Earth
Northeastern Rural
China
Many, Many Miles from
the Closest City
After
gathering up another bundle of sticks, Chang Wufei started back to his cottage
in a clearing in the woods. Sally likes a nice, warm fire on a day like
this. I'm sure little Nataku won't mind
either.
"Nataku"
was the nickname he had already given to the baby in Sally Po's womb. In
memory of the past, and in hope for the future, he had replied when Sally
heard him call the baby that for the first time.
"Kuso! First your Gundam, and now the baby!"
had been her exclamation. Wufei allowed
himself a smile. He loved it when he
did that to people.
As
he entered their house, he was surprised when he didn't see Sally. Normally, she was home by then. Unless
something came up, or they somehow implemented Daylight Savings Time in the
middle of nowhere, something is very wrong.
Setting
the bundle of wood on their porch with the rest of the wood, he sprinted to
Sally's second car in the lawn. Good thing she had this one for emergencies!
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Preventer
Headquarters
Location: Classified
"Yes,
sir, we're doing all we can on the situation. Unfortunately, the Earth Sphere Unified Nation ordered the destruction
of all mobile suits, so we don't have
anything to fight him with!" Une's
frustrated voice replied to the demands from the other end of the phone. The president of the Earth Sphere, as
understanding as he may be sometimes, could also be a real ass sometimes.
Following
another assault of furious questions, the phone made a sharp click, telling Une that the president
had hung up the phone rather forcefully. I wish you were here, Mr.
Treize. You could teach that man a few
things on diplomacy. Turning to
look out the windows behind her desk, she smiled to herself at the thought of
the president being told how to be a politician by Treize Kushrenada, she also
felt an ache inside of her. Oh, Mr. Treize . . .
Her
personal musings came to a screeching halt when her office doors banged open,
an obviously-stressed Chang Wufei storming to her desk.
"Why
was I not told of this 'Two' character?" His face gleamed with recent sweat, probably wondering where Sally was.
"Easy,
Wufei." Sitting down at her desk,
she folded her hands in front of her, her incandescent brown hair forming a
curtain between her and the many badges on her uniform. "First of all, you don't have a phone
in that cottage of yours. Second, Sally
has been called away on official Preventers business. While she is at a small amount of risk, I'm not so inhumane as to
send a woman with a child inside her into an area of serious danger."
"I
told you, I want to know what is going on!" Slamming his fist down on her desk, various items on the surface
bounced slightly. Her one picture of
Treize fell down face-first.
Resetting
the items on her desk, and making sure to reset the picture's stand so it
wouldn't topple so easily, she closed her eyes. Unfolding her hands, she reached down and pulled open a drawer in
her desk. With another bracing screech, the file was shut and locked, a
single manila envelope sitting on the center of the desk.
"Here
is all the information we have on this man calling himself 'Two.' So far, all we know is what the news has
told us. Like the Americans, we now
have to wait for the news for any new developments." Her face took on a scowl of
unhappiness. "From what we can
tell, he has mixed elements of the Wing Gundam with parts from the Epyon, most
noticablely, Vayeate, and Mercurius suits. We also have reason to believe that he has integrated the Zero System
with the computer controls of the Wing Gundam. He calls the reconstructed suit the Wing Gundam Vengeance. He seems to have an obsession with your
friend, Heero Yuy. That seems to be his
message every time he strikes."
"He
pilots that suit, does he?" Pointing to a picture of the Vengeance, he looked up at her. The suit had been repainted, but still
looked like the original suit. The
paint job, the wings on its back, and the shoulders are the only things that
differed.
"Yes. As I said, he primarily used parts from the
Epyon, apparently. The wings and
shoulders are obviously parts taken from that suit or constructed from its
plans. From what we can tell, it still
can change into the Bird Mode. Although
the original Wing Gundam could not fire its buster rifle while in Bird Mode,
this rebuilt version can."
"And
without a military, nobody can stop him." Somehow, the concept of an insane pilot at the controls of a Gundam that
used the mind-warping Zero System made Wufei actually blanch.
"Not
really 'nobody', Wufei," she replied. That statement made him jerk
his head straight up, looking her in the eye.
"What
do you mean?"
"Let's
just say, we have a plan B."
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Colony L2
Duo and Hilde's Home
"I
gotta hurry!" Duo Maxwell said as he rushed through the bedroom door.
"Not
again!" his wife groaned. Duo was almost always late for everything! Of course, what with recovering from the wars, starting a scrapping
business of his own, marrying Hilde, and fathering two children, he had every
excuse for being late down to a pat.
"Don't
worry! The shuttle won't take off
without me, would it?" Duo's mischevious grin peaked through the
doorway back at his wife.
"Duo,
you're so full of yourself, it's a wonder you don't explode and send blobs of
Shinigami everywhere!" came Hilde's exasperated reply. "You know, I'm sure I can be of use
there, too!"
"Yeah,
but the last thing I need is to be worrying about losing both you and the baby! Worrying about you is quite enough, as it is!"
"I
got you those plans for Libra, didn't I?"
"Hmmm
. . . I seem to remember something . .
. Oh, yeah. You nearly got yourself killed
for that! Remember the mobile doll
Vayeate and Mercurius? Hmmm . . . And who
was there to save your stubborn butt?"
Should have known better than to have
brought that one up! Hilde thought as she helped her ever-tardy husband get
ready for his trip back down to Earth.
"Kisama! Where's my necklace?"
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Earth
Ruins of New Buffalo
Now Known As
"The Graveyard"
Where
is my enemy?
The thought seemed to tug on his
very soul, his very existance.
Who
is my enemy?
Over
and over, his mind--or was it that blasted system again?--repeated that
question to him.
Where?
Were
it not for his previous permanent plunge into insanity at the hands of his own
rage and anger, those questions would have driven him mad. Now, however, they fueled him. They seemed to empower him with the
near-infinite capabilities this suit demanded from him.
Who? Who will be the next to challenge me?
Another
thought--this one his own--came back in a strange query.
What if there is no one left to challenge?
What if I have finally reached the
top?
What if, somehow, I am the most
powerful warrior living?
These
new questions gave the maniacal madman something to consider as he waited. Waited for his enemy.
My true, and only, enemy.
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Somewhere in the
Middle of the Pacific Ocean
"Duo,
it's good to see you again, man!" Howard came out to hug the former Gundam pilot.
"And
it's good to see you, too! How's the
scrap floating?" That was Duo's
traditional jibe at Howard, since he primarily worked in the Pacific, salvaging
whatever junk and debris he could find. Since a majority of all scrap was metal, Duo had always kidded Howard
for attempting the impossible--salvaging scrap metal on a floating factory in
the middle of the world's largest mass of water.
"Oh,
not as well as I'd like." His tone
and facial expression darkened behind the thick black sunglasses that always
occupied the upper part of his face. "I heard about New Buffalo. That new Gundam."
"That
Gundam isn't new. It's Heero's old
one. The one he left for Wing
Zero."
"Oh,
you mean the one he stole parts from your
Gundam for." Growling under his
breath, Duo nodded.
"Yeah,
but you know me. I managed to re-route
his auxiliary comm systems in his cockpit to blast out the nearest country
music station whenever he keyed to communicate with anyone." After Howard stopped laughing, Duo cautioned
him, "Gotta be careful mentioning that around him, though. He shot at me for it. He missed, of course, but it managed to
pierce a hole right through the headrest of my
Gundam's cockpit."
"I
was wondering what that bullet hole was doing inside your Gundam."
Turning
back to walk to his office, Howard sat heavily down on his laid-back chair
behind his desk.
"This
is some serious business, this Gundam attacking and all."
"Yep. Just wish I hadn't gotten rid of my ol'
buddy so soon. Somehow I just knew something like this would
happen."
"Don't
punish yourself, kid. The world has a
strange sense of humor and irony. You
just gotta learn how to outwit the two of them sometimes. Like I did."
"Let
me guess. You got ahold of plans for my
Gundam and reconstructed it in case something like this ever occurred."
"My
boy, you know me all too well. Actually, I just pulled the schematics off the Gundam itself when it was
in Peacemillion. Other than that, you
got me pegged."
"You
know, you're damn lucky Relena doesn't know about this . . ."
"I
know, I know . . ."
