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Frozen In Time

This Chapter is set many years after the prologue (I'm not going to tell u how many so u will have to read to find out!). The Pilots haven't changed but everything around them has so don't flame me if strange things start happening during the fanfic, all will be explained.

'Italic'- thoughts of character.

Chapter 1

'I want you to be free

Don't worry about me

And just like the movies

We play out our last scene'

'Movies' by Alien Ant Farm

A small group of rebel soldiers gathered around the stasis pod containing a 17-year-old Quatre Winner. A few of the soldiers looked nervous, as they had been told to unleash the leader of the legendary Gundam Pilots first. The old tales told of four relentless worriers, lead by best strategist ever known, but along with his ingenious brain the stories told of a vicious temper that once provoked, had destroyed colonies. Oz had changed all the information about the Gundam Pilots, everyone knew that, but Oz had done a thorough job in eliminating any data that could be used in evidence against their own stories. According to Oz, the Gundam pilots were rebels fighting for their own destructive adgenders.

"Alright," Commanded the officer in charge "Open the stasis pod and revive the pilot. Remember do not underestimate the boy, he may look young and defenceless, but his a trained killer and will attack if he feels threatened. Understood?"

"Yes Sir." Came the chorus of reply's.

A young looking man with light sandy coloured hair stepped forward and knelt down beside the pod, typing in a series of numbers on a small control panel. A few seconds later the top of the stasis pod slowly opened revealing its half-frozen occupant.

Quatre blinked as a bright white light hit his eyes with out his permission. Groaning he tried to role over and go back to sleep, 'If that's Trowa going to the bathroom again I'll tie him to the bed in future.'

'Click'

The sound so a guns safety being taken off echoed around his head. 'Why would Trowa have a gun, is their someone else in the safe house, gotta get up, gotta find out!' He through him self in to a sitting position and immediately regretted it as a sharp pain travelled straight his spin and consumed his entire body.

"Don't move." A deep voice sounded through the pain. "Not yet anyway, your bodies still adjusting from the deep stasis that you were in."

Quatre didn't answer, he couldn't, he didn't know what to say and his memory was fuzzy. The last thing he could remember was being with the other pilots; they had been talking, discussing something important. He could remember talking to Trowa. Trowa had refused to let him do something with out him, he had refused to leave him alone, why hadn't Trowa let him go alone and to do what!

"A temporally memory disruption is to be expected, "came the same voice from before "As well as momentary pain, both should subside with in a few minutes, any questions?"

"The other's" Quatre croaked, even to himself his voice sounded strange. "Where are they?"

"What do you...... Oh the other Gundam pilots?"

"Yes where are they?" His voice sounding stronger now.

"They are still in stasis, our orders were to revive the leader first and then wait for further instructions."

"Can I see them?"" Quatre asked nervously.

"I will ask my superiors, but I cannot make any promises."

"I understand, thank you."

Quatre's request was later denied, and instead of seeing his frozen friends he was taken to what was called a process facility and was interrogated about all he could remember. They asked everything from where he was born to piloting SandRock. Comparing his own statements with the stories issued by OZ. All though this time however Quatre was never told the year that he had woken up in nor was he aloud to see any type of technology.

"For our own security," One man had told him, "If you turn against us then you can't tell our enemy's anything."

Once the questioning had finished he was lead back to the room where he had woken, only now he gasped as the room contained four stasis pod similar to his own.

"Sir, which of the pilots do you wish to revive first?" Asked the same sand haired young man that had been there when he had awoken.

TBC.......

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