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-------------Gundam Wing:Final Genesis-------------
~~~~~~~~Part two: The story unfolds~~~~~~~~~
The young woman watched Race's shuttle shoot into the sky. She smiled slightly and whispered "See ya,
bro."
The Preventer Training Acadamy was it's own colony. It was to the center of the cluster, and all staff were actually on permanent call. Race's shuttle entered the dock, the large steel door of the airlock closing behind him. The second door in the lock closed, filling the area around Race's shuttle with air. Race climbed down the ladder from the hatch in the small shuttle. he hit the ground, and began to walk toward the large building that housed the Preventer Training Acadamy.
The main lobby was mostly empty. There was an older man who had an officer badge on his shoulder, and
a few cadets joking in front of the snack machines. Race walked up to the desk. The young man on duty was flipping through a magazine. Race grunted. The clerk looked up and smiled.
"Oh, you're that cadet Commander Une sent up here, Kushrenada, wasn't it?" He said, tapping a few
buttons on his keyboard.
"Yeah, that's me." Race said, monotonously.
"Constable Peter Connors, pleased to meet you." He tapped a few more buttons. "Can I see your badge?"
Race handed him the badge.
Connors scanned the badge through a computer, then whistled at what he saw on his screen. "Says here
you're to go straight to Colonel Peacecraft."
"Okay, where is it?" Race questioned.
"Down the hall, left, fifth door down." He gave Race the badge, pointed him in the right direction, and off
Race went.
Colonel Milliardo Peacecraft was sitting at his desk, going over some reports. There was a knocking on the
door. "Come in." He said, not bothering to look up.
Race walked in. The blond officer looked up. "Yes?" He asked Race, lowering his head again when he saw that the stranger did not outrank him.
"They sent me down here, I'm Race Kushrenada."
Peacecraft looked up, this time with a startled look in his eyes. "Kushrenada?"
Race seemed upset that everyone seemed to have a problem with his last name. "Yes."
"I didn't know Treize had a..." He was cut off by a flashing red light on his com screen. He quickly pushed
a button on his keypad. "Peacecraft, what is it DeCosta?"
A dark haired young woman appeared on the screen. "There's been a bombing on colony L2-GGX579. The three local agents are tied up with crowd control, and they don't have enough extra people to actually do anything about the terrorists."
Race took note of her thick South American accent, probably from Brazil.
Peacecraft frowned. "I'll need three officers and a negotiator." He glanced over at Race. "I'm taking the kid with me."
Now it was DeCosta's turn to frown. "Are you sure that is a good idea? He's just a cadet, and."
Milliardo cut her off. "And how many cadets in this institute wouldn't give their right handto go? DeCosta, he's with me, No one will lay a finger on him."
DeCosta knew there was no point in arguing with her commanding officer, let alone Milliardo Peacecraft. "Alright, Do you have any preference of staff?"
"Just get a squad, but who for a negotiator?"
She tapped the keypad onle again. "We have Saburo, O'Reily, Connors, and."
"Send Connors. He's the best in case something screws up."
"Alright. Any requests for equipment?"
Milliardo looked to Race. "Well?"
Race thought for a moment. "Got a SRX-10 Assualt Rifle?"
Milliardo gave Race a surprised look. "That's a pretty heavy piece of noisemaker. You sure?"
Race blinked. He didn't say anything.
Milliardo shrugged. "Send half a dozen fresh clips for my Magnum, and an SRX-10. Four extra belts." He looked to Race again. "Shirt size?"
"Medium." Race replied.
"And send a men's medium jacket down to the bay."
DeCosta tapped a few more buttons. "It's on it's way, sir."
"Thank you."
Milliardo slid the right drawer of his desk open. He pulled out a shining revolver. He opened the chamber and popped a new clip in. "Ready to go?" he said to Race.
Race nodded.
Peter Connors was leaning against the side of the mid sized shuttle that he and the rest of the squad were supposed to take to GGX579. He had been the first to arrive, and the rest were all late. "Even Colonel Peacecraft." he said to himself. He wondered why that cadet had been sent straight to the colonel. "He's supposed to be coming with us. Wonder how Peacreft pulled that off?" Usually cadets couldn't go to the field until their second year. Yet Race was on his first day! "And here they come now."
The Preventer jacket hung loosely on Race's shoulders. The standard issue .45 caliber pistol hung even more loosely in its holster. He followed Milliardo and the rest over to the shuttle, where Peter was waiting.
Soon, everyone was in the shuttle, and on their way to the colony.
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Well? Sorry to cut it off like this, but I need to get a chapter up. Am I going the right way with this? R&R.
Stormcrow8
-------------Gundam Wing:Final Genesis-------------
~~~~~~~~Part two: The story unfolds~~~~~~~~~
The young woman watched Race's shuttle shoot into the sky. She smiled slightly and whispered "See ya,
bro."
The Preventer Training Acadamy was it's own colony. It was to the center of the cluster, and all staff were actually on permanent call. Race's shuttle entered the dock, the large steel door of the airlock closing behind him. The second door in the lock closed, filling the area around Race's shuttle with air. Race climbed down the ladder from the hatch in the small shuttle. he hit the ground, and began to walk toward the large building that housed the Preventer Training Acadamy.
The main lobby was mostly empty. There was an older man who had an officer badge on his shoulder, and
a few cadets joking in front of the snack machines. Race walked up to the desk. The young man on duty was flipping through a magazine. Race grunted. The clerk looked up and smiled.
"Oh, you're that cadet Commander Une sent up here, Kushrenada, wasn't it?" He said, tapping a few
buttons on his keyboard.
"Yeah, that's me." Race said, monotonously.
"Constable Peter Connors, pleased to meet you." He tapped a few more buttons. "Can I see your badge?"
Race handed him the badge.
Connors scanned the badge through a computer, then whistled at what he saw on his screen. "Says here
you're to go straight to Colonel Peacecraft."
"Okay, where is it?" Race questioned.
"Down the hall, left, fifth door down." He gave Race the badge, pointed him in the right direction, and off
Race went.
Colonel Milliardo Peacecraft was sitting at his desk, going over some reports. There was a knocking on the
door. "Come in." He said, not bothering to look up.
Race walked in. The blond officer looked up. "Yes?" He asked Race, lowering his head again when he saw that the stranger did not outrank him.
"They sent me down here, I'm Race Kushrenada."
Peacecraft looked up, this time with a startled look in his eyes. "Kushrenada?"
Race seemed upset that everyone seemed to have a problem with his last name. "Yes."
"I didn't know Treize had a..." He was cut off by a flashing red light on his com screen. He quickly pushed
a button on his keypad. "Peacecraft, what is it DeCosta?"
A dark haired young woman appeared on the screen. "There's been a bombing on colony L2-GGX579. The three local agents are tied up with crowd control, and they don't have enough extra people to actually do anything about the terrorists."
Race took note of her thick South American accent, probably from Brazil.
Peacecraft frowned. "I'll need three officers and a negotiator." He glanced over at Race. "I'm taking the kid with me."
Now it was DeCosta's turn to frown. "Are you sure that is a good idea? He's just a cadet, and."
Milliardo cut her off. "And how many cadets in this institute wouldn't give their right handto go? DeCosta, he's with me, No one will lay a finger on him."
DeCosta knew there was no point in arguing with her commanding officer, let alone Milliardo Peacecraft. "Alright, Do you have any preference of staff?"
"Just get a squad, but who for a negotiator?"
She tapped the keypad onle again. "We have Saburo, O'Reily, Connors, and."
"Send Connors. He's the best in case something screws up."
"Alright. Any requests for equipment?"
Milliardo looked to Race. "Well?"
Race thought for a moment. "Got a SRX-10 Assualt Rifle?"
Milliardo gave Race a surprised look. "That's a pretty heavy piece of noisemaker. You sure?"
Race blinked. He didn't say anything.
Milliardo shrugged. "Send half a dozen fresh clips for my Magnum, and an SRX-10. Four extra belts." He looked to Race again. "Shirt size?"
"Medium." Race replied.
"And send a men's medium jacket down to the bay."
DeCosta tapped a few more buttons. "It's on it's way, sir."
"Thank you."
Milliardo slid the right drawer of his desk open. He pulled out a shining revolver. He opened the chamber and popped a new clip in. "Ready to go?" he said to Race.
Race nodded.
Peter Connors was leaning against the side of the mid sized shuttle that he and the rest of the squad were supposed to take to GGX579. He had been the first to arrive, and the rest were all late. "Even Colonel Peacecraft." he said to himself. He wondered why that cadet had been sent straight to the colonel. "He's supposed to be coming with us. Wonder how Peacreft pulled that off?" Usually cadets couldn't go to the field until their second year. Yet Race was on his first day! "And here they come now."
The Preventer jacket hung loosely on Race's shoulders. The standard issue .45 caliber pistol hung even more loosely in its holster. He followed Milliardo and the rest over to the shuttle, where Peter was waiting.
Soon, everyone was in the shuttle, and on their way to the colony.
---
Well? Sorry to cut it off like this, but I need to get a chapter up. Am I going the right way with this? R&R.
Stormcrow8
