Chapter Two: The Ressurection of War

Marshall Killgrave solemnly walked onto the podium. He bowed his head and began to speak.

"Yesterday," he said, "a great tragedy struck the Earth-Sphere. Supposedly, a group of terrorists proclaiming themselves as 'The Fang' were behind the attack as was found in a note left by them. It says, and I quote, 'The peace over the Earth-Sphere has lasted too long. What we have done here today will change the flow of history. The rule over humanity rightfully belongs to us.'
Well, my friends, I guess they did not count on me surviving the attack. I will fight against this new threat with my very life! Thus, I am reinstitutuing the manufacture of Mobile Suits."

In one sudden moment, everyone in the Earth-Sphere gasped.

"In order to do so, I am also establishing a new government sponsered organization."
Duo leaned back in his chair. "He's not gonna say what I think he's gonna say." Duo muttered under his breath.

Killgrave continued, "This organiztion will have total control of the Mobile Suit manufacturing process and the war on this... 'Fang'. May I present to you the four men in charge of this organization: Michael Howard, Jion Marquise, Rasid Abdoul Winner, and the leader of Neo OZ, Milliardo Khushrenada!"

A group of four people in long, black trenchcoats walked onto the stage. On the left was Michael Howard, the son of the man who worked with the Lords of Plague on the Tallgeese and Wing ZERO.
On the right was Jion Marquise, a man who wore a mask that was like that of Zechs Marquise, but the left half was missing. He had long grey hair and a long grey beard.

Next to him was Rasid Abdoul Winner, the son of the recently deceased Quatre and de facto leader of the Maganac Corps. He had slicked back blonde hair and had a pair of goggles around his forehead.

In the middle was Milliardo Khushrenada. The name quickly brought Duo to his feet. "Are you telling me Treize had another kid?" Milliardo had curly hair that seemed to go all over the place. He also had an almost invisible scar on his neck. Then, he spoke.

"Hello, friends." he boomed, "My name is Milliardo Khushrenada. Yes, I am the son of Treize Khushrenada. As leader of Neo OZ, I fully intend to blow these members of the... 'Fang', out of hiding. All of us have our own reasons to be in the battle. Mr. Marquise wishes to destroy these terrorists because they are evil and unjust. Mr. Winner is out for revenge for his father. Mr. Howard here is head of our Mobile Suit production section. We already have proof that the Fang have their own Mobile Suits and are planning an attack at any moment.

"And, by the by, we will not be standing idly as our troops fight on the field. We each have our own specialized Mobile Suits. They have a name you might remember. They are called Gundams." Suddenly, the large, velvet curtain behind them arose to reveal five Mobile Suits.

"These are our Gundams." Khushrenada continued, "The Tallgeese Knight Gundam will be piloted by Mr. Marquise. The Terra Sandrock will be piloted by Mr. Winner. The Hydra Serpent Gundam will be piloted by Mr. Howard. The Angel Wing Gundam will be piloted by President Killgrave. I will pilot the Ephyon Tyranus Gundam. This information is being given to the public so they shall know we have nothing to hide. There is a new war brewing, and our Gundam team shall win it. Good day, and stay safe." The five OZ leaders left the stage.

Duo turned off the television. "Neo OZ?" he said to himself, "The Gundams? This doesn't look good. I'm gonna need Deathscythe and fast. Now where's that phone?"

~

On a Sweeper ship near the moon, Solo Maxwell lay asleep on the main bay. Next to him lay a Mobile Suit. This suit was a combonation of the remaining pieces of his father's suit and raw materials Solo had lying around. It was the new Gundam, Deathscythe Shinagami.

Suddenly, there was a beep and his father's face appeared on the screen.

"Solo!" he cried, "Wake up, now!" Solo fell off his bunk and groggily looked up at the screen. "Solo!" Duo continued, "I'm sure you've already reconstructed Deathscythe, since you took the pieces with you. I need it!"

Solo smiled at his father.

"You want me to bring it to you?" he smirked, "Why don't you make me, old man." Duo's eyes narrowed.

"Son!" he yelled suddenly, "You bring me that damned Gundam or I'll... I'll..."

Solo smiled, "Or you'll what? You haven't been able to do anything but wallow in self pity since Mom died! Tell you what, why don't you pay me for it."

At this, Duo snarled. "Damn it!" he screamed, "There's a war on the rise, boy! I have to stop them! Bring me the Deathscythe!" Solo closed his eyes.

"I've been flying the Deathscythe around ever since I left you. You're probably a little rusty, so why don't I go and fight this big, mean ol' war. See ya', Pops!" Solo shut off the connection.

Duo smashed the phone against the wall.

"That damned brat!" yelled Duo, "Doesn't he have any respect for anybody?! Jesus... he's just like me when I was his age." Duo paused, then he quickly cursed and ran towards the mountain. Towards the Peacemillion V.

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ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER. 'nuff said.

BOOYA! - Matt Ryan