Title: Gundam Wing Vengeance
Gundam Wing: Vengeance The Special Edition

Chapter Two

By Wing_zero_pilot

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Nope, I don't own Gundam Wing or anything else already owned by Sotsu Agency and its affiliates. And all those other people who claim to own Gundam Wing. If I did own GW, I wouldn't be writing this. It would be a full-feature movie!!!!!!

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 . . ."

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.

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," Rashid 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, Rashid?" 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," Rashid 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?" Rashid 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, Rashid, 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.

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."

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!

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."

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.

"Kuso! Where's my necklace?"

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.

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 didn't know about this . . ."

"I know, I know . . ."