Chapter I: Living Dead
The ship flew past mars on its fifth pass, the stars glistening in the pilot's olive eyes. The battered ship, scarred from its days in war had reached its last pass around the crimson planet. The pilot of the ship wiped off the sweat that had congregated on his upper lip. Fear shuddered his body as he glared at the green luminescent radar screen.
"Captain, we have readings of an unknown figure five hundred kilometers in counting." The voice of Miola's words rang in Heero's ears.
"What the hell it?" Heero shot back at the tired pilot.
"I don't know, sir. I am getting readings that there are some sort of …" Silence struck the frightened pilot's mouth.
"What the -! What is it? Finish what you were saying!" But Heero was too impatient and jumped off his sapphire captain seat and landed steadily on the floor. He ran over to the operating board and clutched the pilot's shoulders in trepidation of what it was.
"There seems to be readings of … Mobile Dolls onboard." The words shook Heero's body as they left the pilot's lips. "We're getting closer, sir. Can you see it?"
There was a gloomy russet figure in the distance. It seemed to appear as if it were a plant of some sort, but they were all supposed to be gone by now. The only remaining mobile suits owned were by Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Quatra Winner, Duo Maxell, and Trowa Barton. These were the five Gundam pilots left in the galaxy, sent to protect and to serve.
Heero had been traveling at a staggering pace for nearly six hours. The ship Heero commanded was the G1, the first of five ships that manned Gundam. They were traveling nowhere but around and around the galaxy. The truth was, Heero was trying to stay in the ship as long as he could because he feared going back home to Earth and be given another boring mission by Doctor J. Ever since 188 A.C. the Perfect Soldier had feared the Doctor that made Heero the soldier he is today.
"Shit! It looks as though - " Heero was unable to finish his sentence. The perfect soldier looked as though he had just seen the living dead. His brow shook as the words exited through his lips. "It's … Vulkanus." His voice quivered. "But how can this be possible? I sent, we sent it - HOW?" Heero asked himself, without expecting an answer.
"Its getting closer, sir!" Miola interrupted Heero's deliberations. "Take a look for yourself, it must be Vulkanus."
"I swear it was gone. I put in the coordinates for the sun and it was supposed to be gone by now. Somebody has got to be shitting me!" Heero couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth. He hadn't spoken this way ever since he accidentally destroyed L2. "Great! This is just fucking great! I wonder how many damn people know about this already!"
"Apparently somebody does, sir." Miola responded to Heero's unanswered question.
The ship flew past mars on its fifth pass, the stars glistening in the pilot's olive eyes. The battered ship, scarred from its days in war had reached its last pass around the crimson planet. The pilot of the ship wiped off the sweat that had congregated on his upper lip. Fear shuddered his body as he glared at the green luminescent radar screen.
"Captain, we have readings of an unknown figure five hundred kilometers in counting." The voice of Miola's words rang in Heero's ears.
"What the hell it?" Heero shot back at the tired pilot.
"I don't know, sir. I am getting readings that there are some sort of …" Silence struck the frightened pilot's mouth.
"What the -! What is it? Finish what you were saying!" But Heero was too impatient and jumped off his sapphire captain seat and landed steadily on the floor. He ran over to the operating board and clutched the pilot's shoulders in trepidation of what it was.
"There seems to be readings of … Mobile Dolls onboard." The words shook Heero's body as they left the pilot's lips. "We're getting closer, sir. Can you see it?"
There was a gloomy russet figure in the distance. It seemed to appear as if it were a plant of some sort, but they were all supposed to be gone by now. The only remaining mobile suits owned were by Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, Quatra Winner, Duo Maxell, and Trowa Barton. These were the five Gundam pilots left in the galaxy, sent to protect and to serve.
Heero had been traveling at a staggering pace for nearly six hours. The ship Heero commanded was the G1, the first of five ships that manned Gundam. They were traveling nowhere but around and around the galaxy. The truth was, Heero was trying to stay in the ship as long as he could because he feared going back home to Earth and be given another boring mission by Doctor J. Ever since 188 A.C. the Perfect Soldier had feared the Doctor that made Heero the soldier he is today.
"Shit! It looks as though - " Heero was unable to finish his sentence. The perfect soldier looked as though he had just seen the living dead. His brow shook as the words exited through his lips. "It's … Vulkanus." His voice quivered. "But how can this be possible? I sent, we sent it - HOW?" Heero asked himself, without expecting an answer.
"Its getting closer, sir!" Miola interrupted Heero's deliberations. "Take a look for yourself, it must be Vulkanus."
"I swear it was gone. I put in the coordinates for the sun and it was supposed to be gone by now. Somebody has got to be shitting me!" Heero couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth. He hadn't spoken this way ever since he accidentally destroyed L2. "Great! This is just fucking great! I wonder how many damn people know about this already!"
"Apparently somebody does, sir." Miola responded to Heero's unanswered question.