After War Gundam X does not belong to me. It belongs to someone who gave the original idea (and a better storyteller than I know), Bandai & Sunrise. I gain no money from doing this.

*****

"Did you got the coordinates?" the Commander asked to me as I entered the numbers he gave to me a while ago. The computer began to input the codes, giving me an idea where to start.

"Yes." I said, giving the screen a quick glance. A military facility, were there was supposedly a training session being held there. Lancerow, one of the finest soldiers who fought the last war will also be there. That doesn't means good news, actually. As I watch, I notice that the skies lit up again. There seems to be a battle.

"The SRA's pretty noisy over there for some reason. And I don't think it's because of the refugees from Earth." I told my superior. He looked pensive. "You better check it out. It may be someone who needs our help."

"Ryokai." I said, powering up my G-Falcon. My closest thing to be called a war buddy and a friend.

"Paula. Don't get caught."

I winked at him, my smile broadening with the prospect of doing something very exciting. "I won't." I promised.

As he signed off, I took a deep breath, and then concentrated on the mission ahead of me. It does look like someone was in trouble, and I'd rather intend to do something about it rather than being a silent viewer.

*****

I think I came just in time.

The pilot who's in the....Gundam....was indeed in trouble. As I approached the Mobile Suits that tried to overcome it. The Gundam fought back with everything it got, but seemed to lose its strength. The SRA approached for a kill.

"Oh no you don't." I muttered. I willed the G-Falcon to battle. I quickly dispose the nearest MS as I attempted something that I only read in the manual. The G-Falcon is supposedly a freighter that combines with the Federation Gundams. I don't know if this trick will work, and I never tried this before, but that is the only plan I could think of, for the Gundam's pilot was obviously unconscious and in no condition with helping me out of this predicament.

If the pilot did help, that would be a little too embarassing…

Regardless, I won't let the SRA have their grubby hands get a hold on it. Not while I'm still alive. And if I can't… the captain has already given me leave to use any drastic action at my disposal… even if it means destroying the Mobile Suit entirely.

Fortunately, the plan didn't lead to that scenario. The G-Falcon seemed to have a life of it's own. With accuracy that was expected as a machine, it unites with the Gundam. Safely secured and harnessed, I shot another pair of MS that unfortunately got in my way.

"Not in those suits, you slowpokes!" I called out cheerfully as the G-Falcon and my prize sped away, leaving the SRA behind.

******

There was quite a lot of excitement in the base. It was apparent that the Gundam I brought along with is actually a new model, based from the blueprints of the infamous GX-9900. What I was surprised the most was its pilot. It was a young boy, who was as old as I am.

He was badly injured, I could tell by the shape of cockpit he rode in. This guy took a lot from escaping the SRA, and I wonder what his story is.

As the doctors veered him to the infirmary, I muttered. "You better not die on me, after the trouble I've went to get you."

He managed to survive, and I admit he's pretty tough. Although he was out from danger, the doctors advise us to give him plenty of rest. I volunteered to keep a watch over him, as we were undermanned as it already is.  Bu in actuality, I was actually glad to see him, as there aren't many  people in my age.

One day, as I was about to give him some water, the boy moaned. "Tfa....Tifa....". It was obvious he will gain his strength in the future, but I was getting intrigued by the minute.

I sat on the chair, looking at him. Knowing that I will find a way to get his story.