A New Life
A New Life! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Before you read this; I need to inform you of a few things.
--First and foremost: I did not create Gundam Wing, it's characters, or anything to do with the series. I did not create Channel One News, Wal-mart, Nikes, and anything else I forgot to mention, SO DON'T SUE ME!
--Second, this fan-fic contains a few uses of profanity, a bunch amount of action, and some gore. It also contains some humor.
--Third, I wrote this in three different colors, so you could tell who was narrating. ((The rest in this series, yes series, will be in black, and will be in third person)) green is when Keli's' the narrator, blue is when Heero's the narrator, and purple is when Kassy is the narrator.
So...enjoy!!
((Or, Bold is for Heero, normal is for Keli, and Italics is for Kassy... that's if you're reading this on fanfiction.net))
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I walked into class with my friends--John and Kassy, as usual. Mrs. Battles, our teacher, was sitting at the computer, writing her notes for class. She couldn't do a thing without them.
I sat down in my usual spot beside Kassy, and she muttered, "You know, if she didn't have those notes, she wouldn't know what she was supposed to teach us about today."
I grinned, "And you want me to...?"
She smiled sweetly, "Unless you're not up to it..."
"Woah woah woah. Do I ever turn down a challenge?"
She shook her head, "Maybe that's why you're always getting into trouble..."
"Hey! John was the one that told me to hack into the school's system and mess everything up! It wasn't my idea!" I exclaimed. Two years ago, on a dare, I had hacked into the school's main computer, and messed everything up. Unfortunately, I had been caught in the act, and was expelled for the year.
Luckily, my mom had been able to get me back into the school, although she paid up a hefty bribe. I was not allowed to touch any of the computers at the school, and am now very well known for my skills with them. Mrs. Battles would, of course forget that I had ever had that happen.
"Umm, Mrs. Battles," I said, raising up from my seat, "can I get on your computer for a few minutes? I'd like to get a head start on that assignment that we got a week ago."
She nodded, "Sure." She got up out of the chair. I sat down, and began typing. I had to break the code in order to get into her files, and I needed someone to distract her long enough for me to do that. I glanced over at Kassy, and she got the hint.
"Umm, Mrs. Battles...I'm not too sure that I got what our homework was about last night. If we could just step outside..."
They walked out, and I began typing even faster, gazing at the screen as the codes I typed appeared. John walked over to me, and glanced at the screen, "You'll get caught."
I glared at him, "Not if I make it seem like an accident." I finished up and yelled out just as Mrs. Battles got back into class, "Mrs. Battles! All the stuff on your computer just got erased! I don't know how, but it did! I was just looking through a web site...and..."
She looked at the computer screen, "I guess my notes were all lost. Well, I can't teach today without them...I've heard you're good with computers. Can you fix it?"
I smiled innocently, "I'll try..."
I looked up from the computer screen, momentarily distracted as the TV came on, "Today on Channel One, the Gundam pilots were captured yesterday by the new mobile doll models that were recently made at the Lunar Base."
A picture of the pilots was placed on the screen. "The rebel pilots will be executed in approximately one month, due to the peace plan brought up by America's ambassador, Naiomi Akutenshi." The reporter paused, and the picture disappeared, "and now for the winners of the Channel One Challenge..."
I stopped listening at that point. What was the use?
Kassy tapped me on the shoulder from her spot looking over my shoulder along with John behind me. "The one in the middle is kind of cute. It's too bad he's one of the Gundam pilots."
I didn't say anything. No one knew that I was planning on rescuing all of the pilots. My grandfather had revealed something very secret to me just yesterday. I could still hear his words in my head...
"I am currently building another Gundam to help the other five. They are all in serious trouble. After their engineers were killed, they can't do much except for fight blindly. That's why I'm going to help them."
I had asked him how, and he had told me that his model was ninety percent complete and that it would be ready for flight in just one week. He had said he would fly to Mars and rescue the pilots before it was too late. I had the same plan.
Last year, I had taken a mobile suit course at the military base. (They had been offering courses to people fifteen and above. I had lied with the help of Grandfather, and had gotten in.) So I decided to steal the Gundam. I didn't want to endanger my grandfather. He's getting older, and never was that great of a pilot.
He had shown me the Gundam last night before I went back to my mom's house. I had been at his place for a week because my mom was at a government meeting.
The Gundam was perfect, and was in my personal favorite colors. It was, silver, green and white with large white wings on the back of it, a green chestplate, and silver body. Weapons included: a beam saber, beam cannon, and a specially installed wing gun on the wings that were powerful enough to destroy half of New York City.
I had asked to see the cockpit, and Grandfather took me up to see it. The controls looked slightly advanced, but I could probably handle it without any major problems.
Unlike my mom, I have a good fighting capability, and great computer skills. She never wanted to fight, and as a matter-of-fact she is working on a peace treaty. (And as for the computer thing, even in this era, she can barely even turn one on!) The treaty will begin with the execution of the Gundam pilots. Let's just say that I have a problem with that. My mom is only doing what she thinks is right. Well I think that what she thinks is right is wrong. The Gundam pilots are the only people to trust in these times of peril.
I was kind of distracted now, but I finished on the computer, and got up from the chair, "I did what I could..."
She smiled as I got my stuff and left with Kassy.
"Okay," Kassy said to me as we walked down to math class, "what'd you do?"
I grinned, "Now, not only can she not view her notes, but I made it so that she can't save anything on her computer, she can't get into anything on the computer without a master password, which I just made up, nor can she start it up without that password."
John came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder, "Finish your homework?"
I looked at him with an evil grin, "Do I ever? But I did just finish putting English under construction for a very long time..."
After seven hours of school torture, school was out for the day. I went home, and turned on the TV. More Gundam crap, as usual.
"And now for the news. The Gundam pilots have been brought to the newly constructed Mars Base, and will be held there until their execution." The picture changed, and another reporter came on.
"We're live, at the Mars Base, where the five Gundam pilots, who are yet to be identified, are arriving any minute."
A few minutes later, a space shuttle landed at the port. The door opened, and a bunch of police came out, followed be a kid with blonde hair and blue eyes. More police followed him.
A brunette with long bangs covering one emerald green eye came out next. Then something happened...
Cops rushed back to the shuttle. Another pilot came out. This one had brown hair, blue eyes, a green shirt, and black shorts. Unlike the other two pilots, he didn't have on handcuffs, and he came out fighting.
A total of ten cops were knocked out before the pilot was finally under control. By under control, I mean beaten to the point of almost passing out. After that little incident, the other two pilots emerged, guarded even more heavily. One had black hair and black eyes, and the last one to come out had vilot eyes and long brown hair, resting in a braid that fell to his waist.
The reporter acted even dumber, "Wow. That was a close one; we almost had a heavy situation on our hands." She laughed. "That just goes to show you, no one opposes the military. All rebels will be punished."
I turned off the TV. "One week," I said aloud in the empty house, "then I'll be able to help. Just one week."
"Just one week what?" my sister asked, walking into the room with her private school uniform still on, her short black hair in a headband, and her brown eyes surrounded by makeup. She went to the private school on the other side of the city, and I went to the public school, mainly because I don't feel like associating with the jerks that go there.
I glanced up, "A report that's due."
"Oh, well I have to use the phone now. My boyfriend wants me to call him," she told me, flicking the standard ID card hanging on a chain around my neck.
"Who is it this time?" I muttered under my breath so she wouldn't hear me.
"What was that?" she asked.
"On nothing, just muttering to myself."
She smiled almost evilly, "And do you have a boyfriend to brag about? I think not."
I shrugged, "Like I even care. I've got better things to do."
"Oh right. You have to train, like your grandfather taught you."
"What's my life to you? And what's wrong with learning martial arts?"
She laughed, "Girls are supposed to have boyfriends, they aren't supposed to be stronger than all the boys at school. People will be scared of you because of that."
"And that is supposed to make me want to go put on a skirt and prance around downtown? Sorry Jenn, but I'd rather work on my skills than try to act helpless. And besides, I don't believe that people should judge you on your looks. In other words, you're a hollow person," I finished, acting kind of sardonic in a way.
She sighed, "You're too much of a tomboy. Just look at what you have on now. I can't do that. It would be impossible for a person like me to act like a person like you."
I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. The usual pair of wide-leg jeans, Nike shirt, and worn out sneakers were on me. My dark brown hair was up in the usual high ponytail, and my eyes were the usual dark blue color. I was kind of short, about five feet, which kind of hid the fact that I could kick ass when I wanted to.
I smiled, "And that's what makes so different. You're the type of person that would stand by and watch someone get killed just because you didn't want to get hurt yourself."
"I agree," she answered, "I wouldn't save the life of a person I didn't know if it endangered myself. Why save a stranger?"
I stared at her. "You are a selfish egomaniac."
"And you are a boyish little bitch."
"You know, no matter how much you say you hate me I know it's not true," I told her, "you envy me. I know you do. Now why don't you just admit it, and get the whole burden off your chest?" I was partlt kidding. Partly.
"Me? Envy you?" she laughed again, "Before that happens, you'll have to save the world."
"What makes you think I won't do that?"
"You don't have the weapons, or the intelligence."
I smiled, "We'll see. You just wait. One day...I'll come through."
~***~
I felt my body being thrown, and passed out before I hit the floor. I woke up and looked around. From my position on the floor, it looked like I was in a large steel cell, with a window in one corner. I looked up at it.
"Sorry Heero, I already tried it. There's no way we can get out," I turned around at the sound of Duo's voice.
"Are you okay? They got you pretty good," Quatre asked me.
Duo, Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei were all sitting against the wall of the cell. Trowa came over and held out his hand, "Here."
I grabbed it and got up with his help, "Are we in the Mars Base?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Is there any way out?"
"No," Wufei said, "they put our Gundams away in a holding area. They'll be destroyed the day we're executed. The door to it is locked."
Duo got up, "And we won't even be able to get out unless somebody unlocks the door from the control panel at the center of the building. We're stuck here."
"Our execution is due in one month. A public broadcasting," Quatre added in.
"So what you're trying to say is that we're all screwed."
They all nodded.
"Unless some sort of miracle happens, we're all dead," Wufei stated.
'Just great', I thought to myself.
~***~
I let my fist fly and heard the satisfying SMACK as it hit the punching bag, sending it away from me. I punched it a few more times, then started kicking it.
"Keli?"
I turned around, " Oh hi Mom." She was standing in the doorway of the garage, clad in a business suit, high heels, and briefcase in hand. Her blonde hair was left hanging around her ears, and her green eyes were unusually dull.
"Do you mind fending for yourself tonight for dinner? The meeting about those pilots just put me through hell and back."
"Sure."
The phone rang as soon as I got to my room. I answered it slowly, "Hello?"
It was my grandfather. "Keli. You remember the project I've been working on? Well, it's finished."
I hung up, changed quickly into a blue shirt, a pair of black capris, and Nikes, and went to my mom's room, where she was sprawled out on her bed, business suit still on her. "Mom, can I spend the night at Kassy's?" I lied.
She looked up at me, "Go ahead. Have fun. Jenn's going to the movies or something, so it'll give me some time to do over this Gundam stuff. Geeze, what a burden."
~***~
A week had passed since we had been taken to the Mars Base. We were all bored out of our minds.
"Is it a place?"
"No."
"Is it a thing?"
"Yes."
If haven't figured it out already, we were playing Twenty Questions. It was the only thing we could think of to do to pass the time. Either that or do nothing.
"Is it alive?"
"No. Sixteen more questions."
After the questions were up, they all glared at me. Duo asked, "Okay, if it wasn't any of those things; what the hell was it?"
I think my answer shocked them a little, "The assholes who decided to do this to us."
"Hey, you cheated," Duo said.
"No I didn't. They aren't people, they're just simply pawns in all this. They have no soul or will of their own, and they're too dumb to do anything but follow orders."
They all gaped at me. "You know, Heero's right," Trowa stated.
Quatre sighed, "We shouldn't be in here. I wish this had never happened. We're gonna be killed just because the whole damn civilization doesn't realize that they're being led to destruction."
Wufei nodded, "Yeah, but we can't exactly go back in time to stop all this from happening."
"Maybe this is supposed to happen. Maybe we're supposed to die, and our enemies are supposed to take over," Quatre said, his voice void of emotion.
I looked out the window. It was dark outside, and I was tired. I lay down on the cold, cement floor, and tried to sleep.
~***~
I jumped on my motor cycle and rushed as fast as I could to my grandfather's place. I was the only other person besides him that knew that a large, elaborate laboratory had been built under the depths of his huge colonial mansion out in the country.
I pulled up into the driveway, parked, and headed up to the door. I rang the bell, and he opened the door and looked down at me. "You didn't have to rush over. I won't be leaving for awhile."
'No you're not, I'm leaving today', I thought to myself. Instead I said, "I told Mom I was gonna sleep over at Kassy's. I have time to kill."
He let me inside, and I walked to the lab entrance. I pressed the same panel he had before, and the wall panel opened. I walked down into the lab, with him following me. We passed another door, and we were in the lab.
It stood on the far side of the room. My mouth hung open at the sight of it. Although I had seen it before, it was still hard to imagine that my grandfather had constructed one of the most feared machines ever created: the Gundam.
"You like it? This particular model is named ShootingStarr."
"Damn," but I still had one more question, "how the hell did you even manage to make a Gundam? You can't exactly go to Wal-Mart and buy a copy of the plans..."
He didn't falter at my pessimistic sense of humor, "The other engineers were friends of mine. Originally, there were supposed to be six Gundams produced. This is that Gundam."
"Mmhm, that's nice." My mind was on overdrive. I was trying to figure out the best way to steal it. So far, the only two ideas I had were to jump in and fly off, or knock him out and then jump in and fly off. Turns out, I didn't have to do that.
"Keli, I should tell you something." He paused, thought about what he was about to say and then continued. "When the other engineers gave me the plans for this Gundam about two years ago, they told me that to operate any Gundam, you had to be in excellent physical condition, and also have to be very good with computers. You were only about thirteen then, but you were also very good at martial arts and computers, so they wanted you to go to the colonies to train for a year, with the Gundam pilot code-named Heero Yuy, and the scientist known only as Doctor J.
"I refused to allow your life to be ruined, and the original six Gundams became five. The others were built, and pilots were chosen. But now that you're older and more responsible..." he trailed off.
I opened my mouth to say something, but he cut me off. "Before you say anything at all, this decision is entirely up to you. If you don't want to do it, the mission will be terminated."
I stared at him, "Are you serious? I thought I'd have to steal it!"
"Then you'll do it?"
I smiled, walked over to him, and hugged him tightly. "Of course I'll do it."
~***~
I woke up at what looked like seven. (You never can tell here. Damn Mars) The others were all asleep. I rolled over and closed my eyes.
~***~
Since I couldn't really go back home, Grandfather decided to start training me to operate the Gundam. He finally managed to get me to quit around one AM, telling me that he would have too train me for a full week before I could leave.
I argued that my mom wouldn't know where I was, but I really didn't care. She could kiss my ass. Besides, Grandfather had called and told her that I would be helping him for awhile because he had broken his leg. She bought it, and I had an alibi.
The only other thing I was worried about was if I could pull off the mission or not. What if the pilots were killed before I got to them? What if I was captured as well. There was only one thing I could do about that...train harder.
"Okay, now how do I operate the beam saber again?" I was sitting in the open cockpit and was trying to draw the saber and remember how to do everything.
Move the right arm over to it, and pick it up."
"Duh. I meant; how do I activate it?"
"It powers up automatically when you draw it."
"Okay," I said.
"There's no way I can make you the best pilot in the world, but with your knowledge and good sense, my training, and the reaction time of ShootingStarr, you should be able to take on almost anything," he said, looking up at me from the console. "You can come back down now. You can use a break."
I got out of the Gundam and walked along the catwalk to an elevator that leads to the main floor. We took a long break to eat dinner. It had been about four days since I had started training. So far I was done with the basics, and was working on my fighting skills.
The suit was a little hard to handle, and the levers required strength to operate, but after a full week of training, I was ready to go fight.
The day before I had to leave, Grandfather left for a long time. He came back with two bags in his hands.
"What's this?" I asked as he handed me the bags.
"Just look and see," he retorted.
I opened the lighter bag first, which contained clothes. A black tanktop with green stripes down the sides, and a pair of black wide-leg jeans with a small green stripe down the right side that matched the shirt. The other bag contained a pair of black and silver Nike runners.
"I thought you might need some better clothes for the mission," he said as I looked down at the clothes I had been wearing for the past week. I hadn't even had time to take a shower.
"Umm, do you mind if I take a shower?" I asked meekly.
He laughed, "You've learned all you can. Go ahead."
"Thanks for all of this. The new clothes, the training, and," I looked up at him, "the Gundam."
We hugged quickly. I've always had a closer relationship with my grandfather than anyone in my family, we just connect in a weird way.
I headed up to the bathroom, showered, and put on an old shirt that he had given me. I woke up extremly early the next morning. It was time to go.
I put on the black tanktop, pants, and shoes he had given me. I brushed my hair, and put it into a high ponytail that went halfway down my back.
~***~
Another boring day passed by. I began devising a way to get out, but didn't get very far. Digging through steel can't be done.
~***~
"I'm going to open the outside tunnel," Grandfather said as he pulled a switch on the wall. A hole in one of the walls appeared. "This passageway goes out to the woods. A hologram will surround you until you get around a hundred kilometers off the ground. Be careful not to be seen. I'll be able to communicate with you from here," he said, while pointing to the console he was sitting at.
"Okay. I got it."
I got into the elevator, and rode to the boarding area. I walked to the open cockpit, and got inside. I flipped a few switches, and felt the large mecha come to life. The door closed and the screen in front of me developed static, and soon cleared up, forming a view of the inside of the lab.
A small square of the screen at the top formed into a connection with my grandfather at the console. "Ready Keli?"
I knew that he could see me so I nodded. "Are you out of the way?"
"Yes. You have clearance to leave now."
I grinned, "Great." I maneuvered the suit to the edge of the tunnel, and made the Gundam transform. Its wings fell forward over the front. The legs and arms retracted into the body, and the body fell down into a jet-like position. I blasted into the tunnel, not worrying about my speed. I shot into the sky in a matter of seconds.
On the screen, my grandfather's jaw dropped, "Damn, I didn't think it would be that fast in such an enclosed place. But now that you're out, you might want to speed up some to make it into outer space. Remember, if you ever need my help, I can control and help you with the Gundam from here."
"Kay," I said as I began to speed up. I was now rocketing towards space. In a short time, I was there.
"Good."
"Yeah," I stated, "and now to get to Mars." I cut the communication, and flew on in silence. About thirty miles from the surface of Mars, I began to slow down. That was when they found out about me.
~***~
The door opened and five guards entered the room, armed with guns. One of them pointed at me.
"You, come with us. There's something we need you for."
"Why him?" Duo yelled out.
"Because he might know something about the new mobile suit that is currently heading to this base."
That shut Duo up, but not me, "A new mobile suit?"
"Just come with us. Before I shoot you."
I walked out and looked up at the door. It had D-4 printed onto it. I followed the soldiers out to the center of the base, which was where that main control panels were.
On a big screen in the center of the console, a mobile suit was moving toward the base. Judging from the size of it on the monitor, it was about ten miles away.
"This mobile suit showed up about five minuted ago. It is heading to this base. Do you know anything about it?"
"Why would you ask me? Even if I did know about it, I wouldn't tell you." I knew what it was; a Gundam, transformed, was headed to this base. It was easy to see that.
"I don't know what it is," I demanded.
Fine," he turned to the soldier at the console, "release the new mobile doll models
~***~
I looked down, "DAMNIT!" I yelled, "mobile dolls. Looks like the new models too. The ones the pilots couldn't destroy. I'm gonna have to fight."
The dolls sped up and rushed at me, shooting. It was time to fight back. I pulled one of the levers over my head, and pressed a pedal below me. "Hope this works," I mumbled.
~***~
On the screen, I saw the Gundam transform. When it had finished, I noticed it had large wings on the back, rather like Wing Zero, only they were whitish and less angelic-like; a special gun built into the wings; a silver body; and a green chest. It was a nice looking mobile suit, and the firepower in it was awesome. It began to fight against the dolls that even we couldn't beat.
We watched silently as two mobile suit approached it, and were promptly blown up, exploding as soon as a shot went through them. It was only then that the stupid soldiers finally got it through their heads.
"It's a new Gundam model!" one of them yelled out. To me he said coldly, "Anyone you know?"
I shook my head. How the hell was I supposed to know who it was? I had been locked in this prison for three weeks.
The one at the console spoke up. "I'll establish communications." To the unknown pilot he said, "state your name and your mission immediately if you don't want to be killed."
Just as I was thinking about how stupid the pilot would have to be to answer that question, a reply came.
~***~
I turned on communications and looked at the screen. One of the pilots was with them. "I have come here on a mission to wipe out this base, and free the Gundam pilots," I stated simply. I had no time to bother with details.
The soldier nearest the pilot pulled out a gun, and shoved it into the back of his head, "I can kill him right now."
"No you idiot!" the guy at the console yelled, "we'll just get rid of her. Send out more mobile dolls! And while you're at it, throw the prisoner back in his cell."
They led him away, but before they drug him out of my visibility, he mouthed something to me. I read his lips, and it looked like he said, "cell D-4".
~***~
'God, English is so damn boring', I thought to myself as Mrs. Battles went through another homework problem, and then decided to take one of her frequent trips to the bathroom.
The TV came on in the room, and so did the PA, "A special news report about a student at this school is being broadcast. I suggest you all watch it. Any information on this student should be reported immediately," Dr. Kelly said.
On the screen, a picture of Keli came up. Despite my best efforts, I gasped in surprise. She was in clothes I had never seen, and the background was that of a mobile suit's cockpit.
"No less than five minutes ago, this young girl communicated with the Mars base from a newly discovered Gundam mobile suit. ANY information about this suit, or about it's pilot should be reported."
The TV promptly turned off. John said aloud, "Damn! I thought that girl could never keep a secret."
I looked around the room. Most people were dissing her, but her few friends were talking in a more quiet way.
"This has to be some joke."
"How could Keli get ahold of a mobile suit? How could she get ahold of a Gundam?"
"She's either insane, or really knows what she's doing. If she really knows what she's doing, I hope she wins," John said, walking over to me, along with her closest friends: Emily, Angelina, and Karen.
Emily asked, "That can't be Keli. It's impossible!"
"I think it is, Emily," I said, "it has to be."
"Kassy's right guys," Karen said, "it is her."
I had a few questions for the girl, but they would have to wait until later. For now, I wished her luck, along with John, Angelina, Emily, and Karen.
~***~
More of the dolls were set out, but, getting the hang of things, I destroyed most of them easily. I sped past the rest, and landed right by the building.
I cut a hole in the wall, and using the Gundam as a big shield, I jumped out, taking my backpack with me, which had been loaded with small bombs and two guns, which I had shoved into my pockets. I had also put a bomb in my pocket, to use on the door.
Before I entered, I put a wristband over my right forearm; a device that controlled a communications link, and a small portion of the Gundam.
I threw one of the bombs down the hall, and covered my head as it exploded, and sent a shower of sparks everywhere. I wasn't worried about leaving the Gundam there. No one would mess with it.
~***~
I was thrown back into the damn cell, and the others asked me why I was taken.
"A new Gundam was found out. It's heading this way, and is taking out all of the dolls."
"You're kidd-" Duo started to say, but he was interrupted by loud sirens. On instinct we all turned to look out the window, and saw that a hole had been made in the building, and from all the debris still floating around, it was easy to see that a bomb had gone off.
"So you were telling the truth," Duo muttered.
"I told you: a new Gundam."
~***~
The building was filled with soldiers with guns. When they started shooting, I deployed one of the bombs.
Running down the long corridor, I could see what looked like the control room ahead of me. There were no guards around it.
I ran to the glass door, and kicked it hard. Immediately, another siren went off, and the PA system boomed out, "The rebel is in the control room. All soldiers to that position!"
'Hmm, they at least think of me as a rebel', I thought, looking around. "DAMNIT!" I yelled out to myself, "Where the hell are the controls to the cells?"
As if from nowhere, at least twenty soldiers were standing around the control room.
"Throw that bag down! Don't make us shoot you!"
"You asked for it," I muttered as I hit a small button on the outside of the bag. I threw it as far away from me as I could, and put my hands up.
The soldier closest to it picked it up, and started to open it. Big mistake. I hit the ground quickly as the bombs went off, hitting all of the soldiers.
I stood up, and looked around. All the soldiers had been knocked out or worse. I checked the control panel. It was completely demolished.
My grandfather had told me that if the control panel got destroyed, the whole place would shut down. That meant that now the generators would power up, which would give us light, but that mostly everything else would still be off: like the computers, door locks, and mobile doll controls.
I checked myself to see if I was okay, and noticed that I was pretty much okay. I made my way out of the room, and started running down the hall. More soldiers were coming, and I could hear them running down the halls.
Seeing numbers on the doors, I started to run faster. II must be in the right place/I, I thought. The doors couldn't be opened from the inside, no matter if they were locked or not, so the pilots were still stuck.
"Hey you!"
A soldier was standing directly in my path with an automatic. He began to shoot, and I leapt into another hallway. He followed me, thinking that I was running. He rounded the corner, and I punched him from where I was, right behind the turn in the wall. The guy fell back, knocked out cold. I grabbed his gun, and started running again.
I looked at the door numbers as I ran. The even numbers were on the right side of the hall, and the odd numbers were on the left side.
I found the door I was looking for, and yelled out, "GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR NOW!"
~***~
We all backed up, and heard a small banging sound. The door opened, and a girl stood in the frame. She was about as tall as I was, and looked about our age. She had really dark brown hair that fell down her back, and dark blue eyes.
"Okay, which one of you can shoot the best?" she asked, looking down the hallway, "more of the soldiers are coming."
"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but who the hell are you?" Duo demanded.
"Don't worry about that now, all you need to know is that I'm on your side. Now follow me, I think I know where your Gundams are."
Quatre stared at her, "You mean, you're the person Heero was talking about?"
She nodded, "Whichever one of you is Heero, I've gotta talk to you, but we should all get out of here first."
Turning around, she walked out the door. I followed her, and was followed by the others.
"Think we can trust her?" Duo asked me.
I nodded, "She's got a point. Why would she have gone through all this trouble if she's not on our side?"
"Okay, I came in here that way, which leads to the no-longer-existing control room, so this way should lead to your Gundams," she told us as we neared a hallway connected to the one we were on now.
A soldier came around the corner, really close to us. The girl pulled out a gun and shot him before he could do anything. He dropped to the floor.
"More should be coming," I said, "hand me that gun."
~***~
I turned around and tossed him the automatic, then grabbed one of the guns I had. Just as I did that, more soldiers rounded the corner. They all had guns.
"Hey you! Stop right there!" one of them yelled out.
I shot for as long as my gun had ammo, which was only about ten shots, hitting a soldier with every shot.
I grabbed the last gun, and fired that one as well, hitting even more, but not all of them. The guy I had handed the gun to was shooting to kill, hitting a soldier with every shot in a fatal place.
The gun clicked as I fired again, it was empty. "DAMNIT!" I yelled out, dropping the gun.
The boy also ran out of bullets, just as more soldiers came around behind us, not carrying any weapons.
"I hope you know how to fight," the boy muttered, turning to face the new threat. I stood facing the other way.
"Don't worry about me," I said, getting into a fighting stance, "I can take care of myself."
I rushed at my opponents, and so did the other pilots. The one with a braid lunged at the soldiers coming from the direction I was in, along with the Chinese boy. The other two--the one with blonde hair, and one with brown who looked older than them, faced the direction of the other boy.
One of the soldiers tried to grab me, and I twisted and kicked his hand away from me. I jumped up and kicked his chin, and he fell back, out of the fight.
Another one punched at me. I flipped back, and hit his chin with my feet, knocking him into another soldier. The two fell onto the ground as I landed on my feet. A hard kick to the chest sent me flying. I landed hard on the ground, my breath knocked out of me.
The guy that had knocked me down grabbed my shirt, lifted me up, and put me in an armlock. My elbow was near his stomach, so i pulled it forward and rammed it back into him. Slowly his grip loosened, and I threw him over my shoulders.
I looked over to see how the other pilots were doing. The guy with messy brown hair and a green shirt on punched a soldier hard, and he flew back like a mobile suit hit him.
'What kind of guys are these people?' I wondered. The pilot with a long braid was kicking one in the chest, while another came up behind him. He turned and punched the advancing soldier, knocking him down. The Chinese boy leapt up and kicked two in the face at the same time, and landed as they hit the ground.
I ran at one of the remaining soldiers, and jumped, hitting him with my outstretched foot, and sent him flying into two more soldiers. Now there were only two of them left, and they ran back around a corner and disappeared.
"Damn! They'll just get more guards," I muttered. I stepped over the fallen soldiers and went around the corner, starting to run as soon as I did. The more guards they called, the worse the chances were that we would all get out alive.
~***~
The girl began to run, so I caught up with her and asked her where she was going.
"I'm trying to figure out where they put your Gundams. I don't think you'd want to leave them behind, and besides, that's the only way you guys could get out of here," she answered with a small smile.
"Oh."
"Come on, they should be near here. At least that's what I was led to believe by my grandfather. He let me see the plans for this place, and we're heading to the only place large enough to store five Gundams."
Another corridor came up, going to the left. She turned, and so did we. After one more turn, the six of us came up to a railing, and looked down.
"Our Gundams," Wufei stated.
The five Gundams were surrounded by at least fifty mobile suits. "At least they aren't the dolls," the girl muttered.
"How do you know that they haven't been set up yet?" Duo asked her.
"Cause I blew up the control panels. The only things operating in this building are the air and lights. The computers, locks, and doll systems are shut down. That just might give us an edge. They don't have radar or anything like that. The only thing they can use to attack us would be the normal suits."
"All Gundam pilots," a voice boomed out, "we demand that you surrender immediately! Failure to do so will result in result in your deaths!"
The girl looked around quickly, and glanced down at a wristband she was wearing. It was silver and green, and had a few panels on it. She pulled off a small green panel, and hit a button.
"You guys might want to move back. This will be a big mess," she commented, looking at the band, which was now blinking brightly.
~***~
I held the band up over my head, and tried to cover my head as best I could as a huge blast knocked out the roof of the room we were in. All the soldiers were wondering what was going on when I leapt up into the air, and floated to the top of the walls.
The gravity was going because of the generator, I had felt it, and decided to do what I had just done, which was to have ShootingStarr blow a hole in the wall so I could get back into it. I landed on top of the roof, and made another leap over to ShootingStarr.
I got inside the cockpit, and started to pilot it again. I moved the suit over to the big gaping hole in the wall, where I had blown it out, and made it so the Gundam was seen.
Like little lambs, all the suits went up after me, and completely disregarded the Gundam pilots. I saw the five jump down off of the upper floor, and down into the hangar, to get their suits. I blasted up into the sky, seeing that the Gundams were coming to life one-by-one.
I began to fight, seeing as it would be the only way I could get out. Pulling out a large beam saber, I swept it through two suits at the same time, destroying them. I used the guns by my head to shoot at more. The other Gundams began to fight as well, as soon as they had gotten out.
The Gundam that was almost completely black, and had weird-looking wings on the back of it pulled out a large scythe, and swept it around, hitting suits from left to right. An orange and red suit was using a huge gun on its right hand to destroy a bunch of them. A blue, white, and red one with large wings on the back hit at least ten of them with one shot of his beam cannon. He threw the cannon down, and pulled out a beam saber, using that. The teal one threw its arms out, and grabbed onto two of the suits, making them explode. The brown one used something like claws to grab one, and squeezed until it exploded.
I opened a link between all the pilots and myself once most of the suits were gone. They all appeared on the screen.
"Almost all of the suits have been destroyed. You should head back to the colonies, if that's where you need to be. I'm going back to Earth," I told them, "either way, we should go before they get more suits."
I shot higher into the sky, and transformed the Gundam into the jet, and so did the white, red, and blue one with wings. I sped up and entered outer space.
"Maybe we should all introduce ourselves now that we're out of danger," the blonde-haired pilot said from inside the brown suit, "My name is Quatre Roberba Winner, and this suit is called Sandrock."
"I'm Duo Maxwell," the guy with violet eyes and braided hair told me from the mostly black suit, "and the suit is DeathscytheHell."
The pilot of the red and orange one spoke up next, "Just call me Trowa Barton, and call my suit Heavyarms."
"I'm Wufei Chang," the Chinese boy stated, "my suit is Altron."
"And I'm Heero Yuy," the final pilot said, "the Gundam's name is Wing Zero."
"Since you guys have introduced yourselves, I might as well do the same," I told them, "My name is Keli, and the Gundam I'm in is called ShootingStarr. If I told you my full name, I don't think you would trust me any more, so I won't tell you that," I finished up. I was sure they were well aware of my mom, and her so-called treaty of peace. It would only mess up their trust if I told them who I was completely.
"Heero Yuy," I said, "I've got to talk to you about something. Do you mind if I cut the others off of this link?"
He shook his head, and I cut the others' links. "First of all, I have a question for you."
I shrugged, "I figured you would have at least one."
"Your grandfather," Heero began, "how did he get the plans for that Gundam? It looks similar to the Gundam I used to have; the Wing Gundam."
"Well, I was told that Dr. J. gave him the plans. I was also told that he had told my grandfather that he would train me, like the scientists trained all of you. He didn't want my life to be fucked up, and refused. But when he heard that the scientists had died, he knew that you guys would be vulnerable.
"He began work on this Gundam, in his lab, which no one knew about. It had been built under his place, and it was beneath the ground, so no one would be able to find it. After you guys got caught, he confessed to me that he had been building it, and was going to use it.
"I didn't want him to get hurt so I made plans to steal it, and when it was done, I went over to his place. He took me down to see it, and told me everything that I just told you." I finished.
"Some story," he muttered.
"Well, I'm still a little confused. You said that my Gundam looks like an old one of yours, right? But I was also told that all the Gundams were built differently, and all of them have different abilities. So why does ShootingStarr look like the old Gundam of yours: the Wing Gundam?"
"I don't know. Maybe the scientists were going to have two suits built almost the same, but since you didn't become a pilot and probably wouldn't have survived in all the battles that we had to fight in, your Gundam was forgotten about.
"Since then, I've gotten this Gundam, so they are different. I can see a few differences in the build of yours and Wing."
"Hmm, well, this was only going to be used this once. I don't think I need it anymore after this; it would be pointless."
"Then self-destruct the Gundam as soon as you get back on Earth."
I nodded, "That was my plan, anyway. Where are the five of you going to go?"
"Back to the colonies."
The others came onto the screen in front of me, "We should leave here," Wufei stated.
Heero nodded, "Right."
"Good luck with your life from now on," Duo muttered to me, "by doing this, you've made yourself a wanted criminal."
I grinned, "I always needed something to spice up life a little. I guess this did it. I've completely fucked up my life. I'm sure that if they showed this story on the news, someone ratted me out." 'Like all the asshole preps,' I finished in my head.
"We should part ways now," Heero said.
I nodded, "Maybe we'll meet again sometime in the future, when all of this has blown over. But for now; ja-ne." I ended, cutting the communications screen as I began to speed up for reentry to the earth.
The screen became garbled as I flew down, but as soon as I got out of the atmosphere it stopped. My grandfather contacted me.
"Keli, someone would like to speak to you now."
"What?" I asked dumbly. Who needed to contact me at a time like this?
"Konnichiwa Keri-chan."
"Kassy!" I said as she walked into view of the screen.
"Yeah, school got out, and I came over here as soon as I could. You should really tell me when you're planning to blast off into outer space and save five people from a base on another planet."
I grinned, "I've gotta keep a few secrets."
"A secret like this is really going to cause you trouble!"
I shrugged, "So? I'll just get a haircut. Maybe some contacts, an accent..."
"Do you wanna know what the broadcast at school was about or not?"
I stared at her, "Broadcast? At school? Why?"
She smirked, "Maybe you would know. You did break into the Mars base and managed to almost obliterate it! Anyway, the broadcast was about that, which gave out some info on yourself, and asked for people to come forward with the information they knew on you.
"Your mom and sis have left town. Your sis also called me before they left, and told me to tell you that they'll be away in Colony L-1 for awhile, and not to try and contact them. She also said, may I quote, and say rather sarcastically, that 'if anyone could pull off such an amazingly stupid stunt, it wouldn't be a person who's been in as much trouble as you'."
I grinned, "Jenn, always the charmer," I said as I thought to myself, Okay. What have I done wrong in my life? There was the infamous school computer fuck up, the shit I got into for hacking into a web site, there was the time I punched a guy in the face, and broke his jaw, there was the time I sent the girl that got onto my nerves to the hospital...
She sighed, "You always did have a thing against her."
I shrugged again, "Well, there's the fact that she's got her head so far up her ass that she can't see what's happening in the real world. And then there's the fact that she doesn't know anything about me, doesn't really care anything about me, and never will. Gee, what gave you that idea?"
She snorted, "Sisterly love."
"I'll let you in on a secret, there's no such thing. And I am NOT her sister!"
Kassy smiled, "Your mom married him after you were born, and he had a two year old kid. You don't even know who your real father was, because your other father never wanted your mother to tell you. I say that she's the best thing you've got as a sister, because you don't even know if you have a real one."
"Okay okay, "I really don't want to talk about this now," I muttered.
"Fine," she said, "Oh, your grandfather wants to talk."
He came back on-screen, "I take it that the mission went as planned?"
"If you count blowing up the control room 'as planned'. But I did do what I went there to do, and got out alive, along with five guys I have a strange feeling I'll be seeing again."
"Good," he complemented, "I'll let you go. I think you're getting too close into shore to be sending messages without being seen on radar."
I nodded, "Over and out." I cut the link, and flew on in silence. After a bit longer, I encountered the shoreline, and began flying higher, so people wouldn't see me. I reached my own city, and found the area of woods that were on my Grandfathers estate.
I changed the suit again, back into it's normal form, and landed in a clearing, where I figured that the blast wouldn't cause any fires. I opened the hatch, and stepped out of the cockpit onto the door, holding a red button.
I hit it, and leapt down to the ground with the help of the Gundam's pulley system. Once down, I started running. I had set the timer for one minute, and I had to be out of the way of the blast in that time.
I hit the ground as my watch beeped, signaling the end of the timer. The Gundam lit up, and exploded, sending small debris everywhere. I got up slowly, and surveyed where I was, and what damage I had sustained.
I only saw that my hand bleeding, and a small bruise on my arm, which seemed lucky. I began walking back towards the underground lab entrance, which I knew was somewhere nearby.
After walking for awhile, I saw the opening of the tunnel that led directly into the lab. I turned, and began walking down it into the softly lit area. I got to the end of it, and looked around the lab.
"What's up?" I yelled out to the two shapes by the control panels. They both turned around.
I walked over to them, and saw what they were doing. They were surveying the area around the building, "What happened to the Gundam?" Kassy asked me.
"I self-detonated it. It's not like I'll be needing it any time in the future."
She smiled, "Unless you wanted to pick off a few people you didn't like..."
I grinned, "Awe man. Why didn't I think of that?"
My grandfather looked over at me, "Well. Keli, as of now, you are a wanted criminal, and police have been ordered to shoot you on site."
"Well lets try to change that then," I declared, "you mind if I get on this computer for awhile?"
He got up, and let me on it. After a few minutes, I had a social security form up on the screen, along with a birth certificate, and a motor cycle liscence form. "I'll have a whole new life by the end of the week."
After a lot of debate, I decided on a new name for myself: Starr Williams. I also decided on a new look, which was sure to fool everyone at my old school: blonde hair way longer than the dark brown shade I had now, green eyes, a dark tan, and a small Californian accent, if it was even possible for me to do.
A month after the whole "rescue Gundam pilots and screw your own life over in the process" ordeal, I was back in my old school, in all my old classes, with all my old teachers.
I walked inside homeroom on my first day back, "Class," Mrs. Battles began. "We have a new student today." She looked at me, "why don't you introduce yourself a little."
I looked around at my old friends, who had no idea that the pretty new girl with blonde hair past her knees, green eyes, and tanned body was the same person who was cast as a criminal when she piloted a Gundam to Mars. Kassy was sitting in her usual seat, with a funny look on her face. "Well, my name is Starr Williams, and I just moved here from L.A. I took advanced Japanese and computer courses there, along with technology courses, mostly dealing with the new mobile suit models coming out." I said in a weird-sounding accent to what I thought was Californian.
Well that was it for Kassy. She put her head down on her desk, and exploded with laughter. Mrs. Battles glared at her, and she grew quiet, but still had a grin on her face.
"Thank you, Starr," Mrs. Battles told me, "you can take that seat beside Kassy. She's the girl with short brown hair in the back."
I sat down in my old seat, glad to be back. My friends all introduced themselves to me at lunchtime.
"Hi, I'm Angelina."
"I'm Emily. You said you studied Japanese right? Konnichiwa Williams-san."
I smiled, "You don't have to do that. Just call me Starr."
"Well, I'm Karen," another girl said.
"And I'm John," he finished up, sitting down, "pleased to meet you."