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Author's Notes: Recently I've been getting a lot of help from my good pal Turles with this fanfic so I'm thanking him for his help. Also I'm making this one the Best so enjoy the fanfic

Chapter 2: The Rescue

 

    On Colony L-1, the circus had come to town.  This was the very circus that Trowa Barton and Catherine Bloom were working in.  This is where Trowa wanted to be, to make people happy instead of killing people as he did before.  Not only that he would be by the side of Catherine.  Though they weren't actually brother and sister, but the bond that held them together was something similar to it. 

   

However held within the audience there were men, armed men.  Each man wore a long trench coat, but each of them were in different colours so it wouldn't be too suspicious.  However what was under their coats would strike fear into the peace loving hearts of all those performing at this circus and those attending this happy event.  These men were part of the terrorist group called The Dark Acolytes, however their motives for this attack are still unclear. 

   

Meanwhile as the trenchcoat men in the audience were waiting or the opportunity to open fire, the former Gundam Pilot Trowa Barton was doing his own tricks.  He stood on top of a high pole that had no anchors, he was balancing himself as well as the pole.  He then jumped off the pole and made a trippled mid-air summersault and came landing back down on the unanchored pole.

   

The audience began to clap and cheer uproariously for this young acrobat.  All except the trenchcoat men, when the audience was clapping, they watched the exits and saw the others.  Other men in trenchcoats covering the exits, they were reaching into their trenchcoats.  The men in the audience reached into their coats and pulled out their M-16 machine guns and began shooting towards the canopy roof.

   

They were screaming things like, "Nobody move!"  But of course that never worked when the audience were making their way to the exits. 

    Trowa watched this entire happening from the pole and there was only one though running through his mind, "Oh no." it was Déjà vu all over again.

* * *

Colony L-2



Far from the busy streets as well as the hostage take-over of the circus in Secret Colony X-19999 (code named Antillia) there was a meeting going on of secret intent. Antillia was built away from the other colonies that no one knew of its existence. This was the home base to a group of fighters like the Preventers; their mission was to bring Peace as well to the Planet Mars from it's corrupted Government. They were the Enders.

Within the dimly light room there were six people sitting around a dark table. This was a secret group called the Enders. The head of this group stood up; a woman named Dr. T.

Dr. T, she was a beautiful woman as a scientist; she had green eyes, black hair and skin that reflected her Chinese heritage. She really was a rare woman indeed, someone of Chinese descent to have green eyes. It is as comparable as a green sky with blue clouds, almost none existent. She looked passed her thick framed glasses at her group, she didn't have a harmful demeanour this time.

She frowned. Clapping four times, she caught the attention of everyone in the room. "Excuse me." She said with a calm voice. "But I have just received word that a group of Terrorists calling themselves The Dark Acolytes had just taken over a Circus that is being held in Colony L-1 and are holding people hostage."

"Doctor T!" A woman whose name was Faye Valentine from the side remarked. "Most of us don't have the same skill as the Gundam Pilots do. Besides the Preventers can't handle it like we can."

Faye was a woman within her mid to late twenties with her black hair coming down to his chin from the part down the center of her head. She looked out across the table with deep green eyes that said so much in one stare. Her clothes were almost like something that would be picked up at a sportswear version of Victoria Secret. Her top was yellow and plastic like, so where her mini shorts that showed off her long stocking covered legs. Though she did wear a read sweater either for comfort or for some kind of fashion statement.

Sitting next to Faye was her brother Vincent, who was dressed in all black under his red cloak that covered his shoulders and most of his chest while it's collar reached nearly up to his nose. At the same time his long black hair reached down to the center of his back. Vincent looked to his sister with his deep brown eyes from behind the locks of black hair and agreed with his sister on this point. He looked at the table and then at his left arm, which was prosthetic, lost in a terrible accident. His arm was now metallic, golden and at the end were long claw-like fingers.

"Faye is right," he said slamming his metallic left arm down on the table, "Last time I heard when a situation like this happen the Terrorists slaughtered the people like they were butchering the lambs at a meat house."

Most of them chuckled with this term but they all agreed to it, but Doctor T just kept silent.

"We'll see." Was all she said before giving out orders for her next phase.

Before Doctor T could give out her instruction to her crew, Viola who was sitting at the end of the table came up with an idea and said, "Why don't we send in Kamui, He is the best Gundam Pilot we've got and beside his Gundam can take down an army of Mobile Suits." Viola was a woman in her late 20s, she was not too tall but very beautiful with short red hair, blue eyes and a jumpsuit.

"That could work… Viola, tell Kamui that he has to rescue the civilians that are being held by the Dark Acolytes."

"Yes, Ma'am" She stood up and saluted.

"Meeting adjured" Doctor T replied to her crew and with that everyone left the meeting room.

In the Hanger bay, Kamui took a long, hard look at his Gundam as mechanical arms descended from the ceiling toward his machine. Welders, sparkers, and other such repair devices that were built into the arms began rearming the weapon systems. He wanted to make sure it was in perfect condition, and beside his Gundam was built with the latest alloy called M.G. (Mega Gundanium) that can withstand almost any firepower the Enemies can throw at.

He wanted to go to that colony, he knew that the Preventer's couldn't handle what he or his combined team could. Still he felt an urge to go alone on this one. If there was one thing in this universe that Kamui couldn't stand above all else was the Terrorists. He ranked them somewhere between cockroaches and maggots. None of them had any sense of honor or decency in the arena of fighting. It made him burn from the inside like a maddening case of heartburn.

He climbed up to the Gundam's cockpit, the cockpit was a lot different from the Wing ZERO Custom. Instead of the ZERO System, this one was equipped with a more advance computer system called PAMI (Physical Attached Movement Interface).

What the PAMI does it attaches towards the Gundam's overall movement. This system however is operated in the large cockpit, connecting towards the pilot's own physical movements. With the attributes of machine and human combine, this system allows the gundam and the pilot to have faster reflexes, faster control reaction time, better manuverabilty and better dexterity. Unfortunately this system has no pilot enhancing abilities and it is as valuable as the pilot's natural abilities. Kamui received his orders from Doctor T when Viola gave him the information when she entered the Hanger Bay, Kamui accepted the mission and used the cable lift to his Gundam and opened the hatch and sat in the seat and set off for the Colony.

* * *

In space…

The Gundam Gabriel flew through the blackness of space like a bat out of hell. It's engines burning, it's pilot worried since after he got the file containing information on the Dark Acolytes back at his home base where his friends were. Kamui had some sort of twitch in his left eye, he wanted to reach up to his face to feel it but he couldn't do it with the Gabriel's helmet in the way. The helmet was to help display combat data at a close range to the eye and to give a more 3-D feel.

"I have to make it, No telling what these Terrorists are going to do to the civilians in Colony L-1." He said in a calm tone " If I don't succeed, I'll die trying." He looked up through space and saw his destination.

He smiled as he shoved the joystick far forward, sending the message to the engines to burn hotter and faster.

* * *

Elsewhere in space…

On board the battleship Peacemillion, Heero Yuy was resting on his bed in his room since after the meeting with Lady Une and the rest of the Gundam pilots minus Trowa.

Heero was having a dream, but the scenarios look different in his dream. He saw 2 Factions of Mobile Suits, one was the Alliance's Leos and Aries, the others looked like Daughtress from Gundam X series that he didn't recognize but on the shoulders of the Daughtress Mobile Suits he saw a crest that belonged to royal kingdom.

He was surprised and thought (The Sank Kingdom had Mobile Suits?) There were lots of explosions as Leos, Aries and the Daughttress fought each other. The scene then switch to a meeting room where 3 People were discussing. One person was King Peacecraft himself, next to him was his advisor and the third was a soldier. This soldier was wearing a different military uniform then those of OZ and the Alliance.

Heero heard King Peacecraft say to the soldier, "How goes the situation Commander?"

The soldier replied, "Not so good your majesty, The Grandia Forces are dropping like flies and they can't hold out much longer, my best guess is that we should get you out of here to a safe place."

"I agree with Commander Hyuga's plan, your highness, it is best that we leave before it's too late" the king's advisor said.

Just as they were about to leave the room, the door exploded and 12 soldiers burst through the room pointing their AK-47 machine guns at them. Commander Hyuga saw the leader of these soldiers. It was none other than General Diego O'Neil.

General O'Neil had a smirk on his face and said, "Well, well, well, if it isn't my old Friend, Commander Liu Hyuga of the Grandia Forces. You should have joined the Alliance when you had the chance."

Heero woke up from the dream in a sweat. He felt each the droplets as clearly as he could feel the dampness in his clothes. He sat up, wiped the sweat away from his face still feeling it like rubbing steam off of a window in a sauna room. His whole body felt hot and cold at the same time.

Psss.

Heero heard his door open and without a single conscious thought he moved like water to where the sound was coming from. If he had a gun he'd already be pointing it towards the doorway. In the doorway he saw Relena Darlian the vice foreign minister. What was she doing here?

"We've arrived at Colony L-1" She said, "Lady Une has asked that you get ready, Heero."

Heero relaxed only slightly dismissing all that had happened in that bizarre dream, "Understood." He said.

* * *

Back on Colony L-1, The Dark Acolytes had already rounded up both the guests of the circus as well as the circus performers together like cattle. Even the ones who had the guns gathered them within the ring where the lion tamers and the lions would perform to make their guests gasp. Now it was used as an imaginary holding pen for people.

Catherine leaned over to Trowa, "Do you know these men?" She asked

Trowa keeping silent only shook his head.

"What do they want with us?" She asked

Trowa didn't answer, because even he, Trowa Barton the Silencer didn't know what their objectives were or what they wanted with simple circus people and its guests.

The trench coat men were discussing whether or not they should kill their hostages.

"I say we should kill these people since The Preventers are not responding to our demands." replied Terrorist 1.

"No, we should wait a little longer, let's give them an hour or so, if they don't send $100,000,000 in parts for our mobile suits then we kill these people." The leader confirmed.

Just then they heard a loud explosion, the Terrorists ran outside and saw what struck fear in their hearts.

They saw a Mobile Suit de-cloaked from the air like a chameleon from its disguised background. The Dark Acolytes ran to their Mobile Suits and started to attack the enemy. It was the Gundam Gabriel; the suit itself looked just like the Wing Zero except it was purely black and white like an Angel from Hell or maybe a Devil from Heaven.

The first thing that this unknown suit drew out was an enormous gun-like object that looked like the cannon from the Tallgeese III. Except the long barrel of the gun began to glow green. This glow began to illuminate the hidden blackness of the mobile suit. It exposed its eyes that made the terrorists shiver down to their balls. They knew that the gun was acting as a beam saber as well.

The terrorists, who stood outside of the circus tent, watched as this unknown Gundam began to attack. It sliced and diced all of their mobile suits as if they were just toys. Each cut was clean and precise not a single unclean edge was left in the wake of each slice that the Gundam made.

Inside the cockpit Kamui in his Gundam Gabriel enjoyed this while he hacked and slashed his enemies with all his latest weapons that Gabriel was carrying. The hatred he had for terrorists intensified the emotion so much that it was enjoyable for him to slice all of them like this. He almost wanted to say All you terrorists will die! But the act of killing these cowards for terrorists was so enjoyable that he was speechless.

The Battle was fierce as The Dark Acolytes were going down one by one. Each suit was dropping out of battle like flies until the courtyard of the circus, which used to have happy people going to the circus was now a mobile suit scrap yard. Each suit that Kamui sliced simply dropped to his knees and shut down. Kamui knew that he couldn't use any large weapons within the colony otherwise he would endanger the people who lived there. He had to stay focus and complete the mission.

* * *

The Leader of the Dark Acolytes sat in his MS-07B-3 Gouf Custom. He had watched the battle from the moment that this unknown Gundam de-cloaked before his very eyes. He was starting to feel fear inside him. He saw how powerful the Gabriel was and knew he'd never stand a chance against whoever was piloting it. He reached for the COM,

"Fight with all you got!!!" He said to his men.

He then saw his way out from where his Mobile Suit was standing. He blasted to the shaft of the colony and made his grand escape.

* * *

Meanwhile back on the battlefield…

Kamiu took down the last of The Dark Acolytes, it was like cutting down a tree with one swipe. Kamui simply had to flick his wrist in the cockpit and the beam saber in his gun made a clean slice at the enemy mobile suit. It came down with one last crash. The battle was over, the terrorist mobile suits were gone and the men in the trench coats had retreated like the cowards they were. Kamui had the satisfaction that he killed again, one less terrorist for the Earth Sphere and the Colonies to worry about.

In the aftermath, he scanned to find the leader of The Dark Acolytes, and the computer in his cockpit showed that the leader in the Gouf Custom had escaped from him. He frowned to that but he knew that it was not important, he just wanted to make sure the hostages were safe.

He scanned the circus ground and he found something. His monitor showed that Trowa Barton and Catherine Bloom were outside of the tent as many people joined them to see Mobile Suit that saved them from the Terrorists. Kamui thought it was best to come out of the cockpit and be praised by the people that he saved.

Kamui commanded the Gabriel to kneel on the ground like a knight before his king. The cockpit door opened downward with the cockpit platform out and ready for whoever was about to step down. Kamui came out of the cockpit and hopped down to the ground.

Trowa and Catherine got a good look at Kamui's flight suit uniform. It was nothing like OZ or The United Earth Sphere World Nation has. This one was had the headgear of an Imperial Starfighter pilot mainly consists of a sturdy helmet section with heavily armoured block structures which should provide some protection against debris in the case of a messy ejection or moderate cockpit damage.

The faceplate resembles that of a Storm Trooper, and the eyepieces presumably provide visual enhancement capabilities similar to those of a trooper's combat helmet. Twin air hoses are attached to the breather section on the brim of the mask, leading to an air supply pack capable with a longer time rating than the air reserves of the basic Storm Trooper helmet. The heavy ridge creating the helmet is the only place where individual or unit insignia would be known to have been.

Trowa also noticed something odd on the pilots flight suit. On the left breast plate of the armor was a strange symbol. It started out from a circle going left in a straight line. Then went down to the right at an angle and the rest of the way down to a stop looked almost like a very curved number 3.

"Who are you?" Catherine asked the unknown Pilot.

"My name is not important," Kamui said, his voice sounded metallic through the voice changers in his helmet, "what matters to me is that you and the civilians are safe from The Dark Acolytes."

Kamui walked to his Gundam that was kneeling before him on the ground. Before he got up to his cockpit of his Gundam, Kamui looked back at Trowa.

"Triton," He called Trowa, "do take care of your sister."

Trowa was surprised ran up to him and said, "How do you know my true name?"

Kamui didn't answer, he simply hopped up to the cockpit platform and got into the Gabriel cockpit. The cockpit door closed shut making the Gundam Gabriel red eyes light up for a single moment as it got back to its feet. The Gundams face looked down to Trowa as if even the Gundam too knew Trowa's true name. But how did this unknown pilot know something that not even the closest one to Trowa knew about?

Suddenly, the Gundam vanished leaving the circus performers and goers standing in the midst of all the rubble of a truly glorious battle worthy only of a Gundam pilot.

To be continued…