Saturn~ Ok, I don't own Gundam Wing, simple as that. That's it. Enjoy the
fic.
Name: Hina Reaper
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Height: 154 cm
Weight: 38 kg
Nationality: American
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Medium brown
Blood Type: O
Family: Duo (Max) and her father
Home: Earth
1 Twisted Fate
Trowa walked into the station. He was in OZ as a spy. He found his squad and found his place in line. A young girl, his age, stood before them. She looked over them with sweet eyes. "Welcome back my friends. I'm your instructor Hina. Now I realize we have some newbies so I'll have to go through the drill." Some groans were heard. The girl smiled. "Shh, just listen up. Some of you need to hear this again. Ok. This is OZ people. We fight for the colonies and that's that. Our leader is Treize and our orders come from Marquise or Reaper. No one pilots a mobile suit until after the first week. Those who feel like you are ready or already had previous knowledge of mobile suits and want to jump on the horse right away see me afterwards. Those who are completely new to mobile suits go to Skipper. He'll tell you the business. Dismissed." She announced. People walked off in different directions. Trowa walked up to her. She looked up at him with a bright smile. "Hello, you're new. So you want to start piloting mobile suits right off huh?" She asked. Trowa nodded. She nodded. "Understood. It's a rush. Well then! Meet me tomorrow at 3:00 pm. You have to prove you are ready to me." Trowa nodded and Hina walked off.
Trowa and Hina settle into a carrier. "Sorry about this, but the carrier is the first test. We can't just let anybody ride off in one of our mobile suits." Hina says. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Trowa asks. "Shoot." Hina says. "How did someone as young as you become an instructor?" Trowa asks. Hina shrugs. "My father's a commander. He's been with OZ since the beginning. I guess this was his way of making it up to me. He's stupid if he thinks this can fix anything." Hina says. Trowa looks ahead. Hina slouches in her chair. "So. You want to fight the gundams?" She asks. "Isn't that what all OZ pilots want?" He asks. Hina looks down. "I guess." She says. Trowa looks over at her. 'She shouldn't be an instructor. She doesn't stand for what she fights for.'
Trowa walks down the hall. He sees a group of his fellow squad members standing by a large collage on the wall. He stops and looks over it. One of his squad members looks over at him. "Hey Trowa!" He calls. Trowa looks over. "What is this?" He asks. "This is the people who have died over the war. They put it up so that we would understand what we were fighting for every time we pass this wall." He explained. Trowa's eyes land on a picture of a small boy. The smile he had on his face was very familiar. 'Duo?' His friend followed his stare to the picture. "Oh. The kid? That's Max. He's Commander Reaper's son. He wasn't going to post the picture but Hina made him. She said he had no right to leave him out. I can see where she's coming from. Besides, seeing that little kid's face makes it even more unbearable. The Federation and those Gundam pilots are going to pay." Trowa studied the picture more closely. There was no question about it. That little boy was Duo. 'So.he's Hina's brother?'
Saturn~ Ok, I know I left you on the edge. I'm not sure about the fic. The last time I posted a fic no one reviewed it so I got all depressed. So please review and tell me if you liked it.
Name: Hina Reaper
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Height: 154 cm
Weight: 38 kg
Nationality: American
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Medium brown
Blood Type: O
Family: Duo (Max) and her father
Home: Earth
1 Twisted Fate
Trowa walked into the station. He was in OZ as a spy. He found his squad and found his place in line. A young girl, his age, stood before them. She looked over them with sweet eyes. "Welcome back my friends. I'm your instructor Hina. Now I realize we have some newbies so I'll have to go through the drill." Some groans were heard. The girl smiled. "Shh, just listen up. Some of you need to hear this again. Ok. This is OZ people. We fight for the colonies and that's that. Our leader is Treize and our orders come from Marquise or Reaper. No one pilots a mobile suit until after the first week. Those who feel like you are ready or already had previous knowledge of mobile suits and want to jump on the horse right away see me afterwards. Those who are completely new to mobile suits go to Skipper. He'll tell you the business. Dismissed." She announced. People walked off in different directions. Trowa walked up to her. She looked up at him with a bright smile. "Hello, you're new. So you want to start piloting mobile suits right off huh?" She asked. Trowa nodded. She nodded. "Understood. It's a rush. Well then! Meet me tomorrow at 3:00 pm. You have to prove you are ready to me." Trowa nodded and Hina walked off.
Trowa and Hina settle into a carrier. "Sorry about this, but the carrier is the first test. We can't just let anybody ride off in one of our mobile suits." Hina says. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Trowa asks. "Shoot." Hina says. "How did someone as young as you become an instructor?" Trowa asks. Hina shrugs. "My father's a commander. He's been with OZ since the beginning. I guess this was his way of making it up to me. He's stupid if he thinks this can fix anything." Hina says. Trowa looks ahead. Hina slouches in her chair. "So. You want to fight the gundams?" She asks. "Isn't that what all OZ pilots want?" He asks. Hina looks down. "I guess." She says. Trowa looks over at her. 'She shouldn't be an instructor. She doesn't stand for what she fights for.'
Trowa walks down the hall. He sees a group of his fellow squad members standing by a large collage on the wall. He stops and looks over it. One of his squad members looks over at him. "Hey Trowa!" He calls. Trowa looks over. "What is this?" He asks. "This is the people who have died over the war. They put it up so that we would understand what we were fighting for every time we pass this wall." He explained. Trowa's eyes land on a picture of a small boy. The smile he had on his face was very familiar. 'Duo?' His friend followed his stare to the picture. "Oh. The kid? That's Max. He's Commander Reaper's son. He wasn't going to post the picture but Hina made him. She said he had no right to leave him out. I can see where she's coming from. Besides, seeing that little kid's face makes it even more unbearable. The Federation and those Gundam pilots are going to pay." Trowa studied the picture more closely. There was no question about it. That little boy was Duo. 'So.he's Hina's brother?'
Saturn~ Ok, I know I left you on the edge. I'm not sure about the fic. The last time I posted a fic no one reviewed it so I got all depressed. So please review and tell me if you liked it.
