***Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I really wish I did, but that's life. Gundam Wing (in the US, anyway) Is owned by Toonami, which is owned by Cartoon Network. Please don't sure me, I have a total of... 14 and a half cents. And a kitty. But she's mine!!! So there.***
***Let it be known that this is Falconthechibi's first entry on fanfiction.net!***
Resurrection
Prologue:
*** The year is After Colony 300***
"Sir! I've got four marks at two-nine-six-decimal-nine-four! Unknown types... wait! They're identifying themselves as Earthsphere Defense Group #15. They don't appear hostile... what should we do?"
***The colonies, after 50 years of peace, have erupted into turmoil again. ***
"Sir! We're detecting deployment from the four carriers! They're sending out Mobile Suits! I detect... fourteen deployments. Oh god... sir, they're Draco MS! Closing fast... the carriers are sending out a second wave. Taurus', sir."
***Technological advancements and new weapons of war have made the Sol system a dangerous place. ***
"We're surrounded! The mobile suits are all firing on the engines; they're trying to disable us! I'm getting another deployment from the carriers... it appears to be an Assault Transport. They're going to board us, sir!"
***The Gundams have been long forgotten. The pilots, long dead. But the plans have survived in an ancient computer right under the Earthsphere's nose. ***
"Sir, Earthsphere boarders are combing the ship. We'll need to get you to an escape pod, before they can..."
"No, private. It's too late for that. We'll hold them here." General Tarae unholstered a pistol from his belt and tossed it to the private.
"Sir... are you sure? There are so many of them..." The private's fresh young face was pale and frightened. He gripped the pistol tightly and pointed it at the bridge's door.
"Positive, private. We'll die defending our colony, to the death." General Tarae, commanding officer of colony L40, grimaced and crouched behind a bulkhead, bringing another pistol into view.
The two fighters didn't have long to wait. After about a minute, the pneumatic door sparked around the edges and slid open, revealing black-armored troops, fully armed and fully dangerous.
"Shit, sir!" The private started firing, and dropped the first two troops. His gesture was rather futile, however, as more troops poured in past their fallen comrades. In about two minutes the general and the private were overrun. The private was slain by a gunshot wound to the head, the general, clubbed into submission. Not dead, but totally blacked out. Thus, colony L40 was captured by the Earthsphere Alliance.
***As Earthsphere makes inroads against the rebel colonies that defied them, the rebels are becoming desperate. Rediscovery of an ancient weapon of war looms closer on the horizon, as the war escalates yet another notch...***
(Well, that was the prologue to Gundam Wing: Resurrection. Hope you liked it. I'll have the next chapters up soon. R/R!) -Falcon
***Let it be known that this is Falconthechibi's first entry on fanfiction.net!***
Resurrection
Prologue:
*** The year is After Colony 300***
"Sir! I've got four marks at two-nine-six-decimal-nine-four! Unknown types... wait! They're identifying themselves as Earthsphere Defense Group #15. They don't appear hostile... what should we do?"
***The colonies, after 50 years of peace, have erupted into turmoil again. ***
"Sir! We're detecting deployment from the four carriers! They're sending out Mobile Suits! I detect... fourteen deployments. Oh god... sir, they're Draco MS! Closing fast... the carriers are sending out a second wave. Taurus', sir."
***Technological advancements and new weapons of war have made the Sol system a dangerous place. ***
"We're surrounded! The mobile suits are all firing on the engines; they're trying to disable us! I'm getting another deployment from the carriers... it appears to be an Assault Transport. They're going to board us, sir!"
***The Gundams have been long forgotten. The pilots, long dead. But the plans have survived in an ancient computer right under the Earthsphere's nose. ***
"Sir, Earthsphere boarders are combing the ship. We'll need to get you to an escape pod, before they can..."
"No, private. It's too late for that. We'll hold them here." General Tarae unholstered a pistol from his belt and tossed it to the private.
"Sir... are you sure? There are so many of them..." The private's fresh young face was pale and frightened. He gripped the pistol tightly and pointed it at the bridge's door.
"Positive, private. We'll die defending our colony, to the death." General Tarae, commanding officer of colony L40, grimaced and crouched behind a bulkhead, bringing another pistol into view.
The two fighters didn't have long to wait. After about a minute, the pneumatic door sparked around the edges and slid open, revealing black-armored troops, fully armed and fully dangerous.
"Shit, sir!" The private started firing, and dropped the first two troops. His gesture was rather futile, however, as more troops poured in past their fallen comrades. In about two minutes the general and the private were overrun. The private was slain by a gunshot wound to the head, the general, clubbed into submission. Not dead, but totally blacked out. Thus, colony L40 was captured by the Earthsphere Alliance.
***As Earthsphere makes inroads against the rebel colonies that defied them, the rebels are becoming desperate. Rediscovery of an ancient weapon of war looms closer on the horizon, as the war escalates yet another notch...***
(Well, that was the prologue to Gundam Wing: Resurrection. Hope you liked it. I'll have the next chapters up soon. R/R!) -Falcon