Disclaimer: Oooo, I hate these things, it makes me face the truth- D-chan isn't mine! Oh neither are any of the other Gundam Wing characters, but my originals are MINE. If you wanna use them ask, pretty please with sugar on top and a cherry and whip cream and sprinkles.

Enjoy.

Angelicus Daemon

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katsumi

"Discovery consists of seeing what everyone else has seen and thinking what no one else has thought."

Albert von Szent-Gyorgi

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*It all happened so long ago, but it seems like yesterday. I knew they would be coming to Earth, it had to happen, but it was still a jolt seeing him. The other angel, the dark one, and I have prepared the way for them the last two years. I wonder will I be needed any more. If not I will just fade away to become a legend, one remembered only through stories. But. but I feel as though it is not my time yet, that there is still work for me to do; still a purpose in life. But what is it.*

"Everybody to your stations! Attack on the base! All officers to the control tower!"

Earth Sphere Alliance soldiers scurried around the base like mice, grabbing weapons, going to posts, and sounding alarms.

"Get the mobile suits out here now! Get the Leos! Check the premises! I want this intruder found!"

A shadow slinked around the hallways, undetected, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. The bombs had been carefully planted to ensure a quick getaway to her mobile suit. The fallen angel quickly hacked into the access keyboard on the side of the door leading to the hanger. Expertly, she placed bombs on the aircraft carriers, placing them at the most strategic place insuring the most damage would be done.

"Hey! You by the planes! This is an authorized area, you're not allowed in here!"

A soldier had caught sight of her when he was checking the hanger. He ran towards her while trying to pull out his gun. Before he could get it all the way out, Monica calmly raised her gun and fired. He never made a sound besides the gentle thump he made when he hit the ground.

"You just have to love those instant tranquillizer guns," Monica commented to herself. It was time for her exit. She faded into the shadows and ran as fast as she could out of the hanger. Pressing a few buttons on her wrist computer, she quickly figured out where the majority of the troops were. Jumping into an abandoned jeep, she swerved off towards a grove of trees where she had hidden her mobile suit.

"The premises are cleared. There is no trace of the intruder." a soldier reported to Colonel Trent.

" Where could they have disap. What the Hell is that!?!?!"

Through the window of the control tower the soldier and the colonel could see bright explosions as one after another the Leos were destroyed.

"Holy shit, who the hell or what the hell is doing that!"

In a matter of seconds, his question was answered. Flying at top speed through the wreckage was a mobile suit. It was unlike any other. It was no Gundam but it was not your average Leo, Aries, or Taurus. It was built smaller and more lightweight than a Gundam or Leo, so that it could go faster and have more agility. The weapons on it were top of the line and it was truly a tool of destruction. It black and navy and was difficult to tell were the machine stopped and the night began.

"It's the. the . the Fallen Angel! Get all remaining troops over here! Now!"

"That's right boys. You've taken the lives of too many innocents. I will deliver your punishment upon you. Tonight souls will be lined up at the Gates of Hell. Tell Lucifer, that the Fallen Angel sent you."

With that she ignited the beam saber in the machine's hand and proceeded to destroy the control tower to dust.

"From dust we are made and to dust we shall return."

With these final words she flew off into the night, with only the fire, death, and destruction to mark her coming.

On the other side of the world, another young fought against the tyranny. The Dark Angel, another wronged and abandoned by the world, fought against the troops with the silent one, Heavyarms's master. Her ivory black hair fluttered in the breeze, as her wild violet eyes surveyed her work. It would do. It certainly condemned many to eternal torment. But, after all, the bastards deserved it.

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12-18-01