July 22, 2001
Disclaimer: I can't stress this enough, I don't own anything. I'm just letting my imagination go free and writing it down for all to see. Gundam Wing belongs to its respectful owners. No money is being made here.
Rating: G
Warnings: None that I can think of
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Part 1
By: Eimin
Oz Base,
Location: Classified, 6:00
A young girl, of the age of 15, walked silently into a small room. This was where she was ordered to meet his Excellency to discuss her latest mission. She was dressed in her usually outfit. Tight jet black jeans covered her polished boots, with a plain black tube top to match. She patienly waited him to enter the room. Her normally joyful brown eyes were cold.
"Good to see that you came," Trieze said, "I have a mission to discuss with you."
"So i've heard," she responded.
"I asked for you to come here because of a new opsticle. Have you heard of the five Gundam pilots?"
"Yes sir, they have targeted and destroyed many of our military bases."
"From what I have heard, you are the best soldier in our hands, and you excel in all the courses and have managed to keep a low profile in this organization."
"And?"
"I would like for you to pilot the gundam I had made for you. Locate all the other Gundam pilots, bring them together to work as a team, study them, become one of them."
"Sir, are you saying that you want me to fight against OZ? But I..."
"Yes, hopefully if enough information is obtained, we will be able to sucessfully capture them without too many complications. In short we want you as a spy but, you have to be as ruthless towards us as they are for you to succeed ."
"I see what you mean," she thought it through for a moment, "Mission Accepted. When do I start?"
"Right now," he handed her a file, "This contains all the information that we have on the pilots so far, their location, also the person you are to contact to give the information to. Do you remember Lt. Damien?"
"Why yes, of course. We took a language class together."
"Precisely, it is was a dead language that only a handful of students mastered. You are to communicate with him in that language in code understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Also, in that file contains infomation on where you are to stay and the supplier for your gundam. Only I know this information to reduce risk of attack from those that don't agree with this mission."
"What about a name? I do not have a proper one to use unless "hey you, girl" counts, nor do I have any proper information needed from me."
"That is also in the file you are holding. Let me have the honor of showing you to your gundam." The two left the room following a long corridor. "May I present to you Shakaku." The gundam looked like the ones that had been attacking the organization. It was pure black looking as dangous as it's pilot. "You must go," Trieze said, "The second act is about to begain." Without anymore words, Shakaku's pilot climbed up the gundam and into the cockpit. Within mintes she launched off to find her first victim.
'I hope I have done the right thing, ordering our best pilot to be a temporay enemy in order to get the true enemy, hmm, sounds crazy to me. But it might work.'
TBC
Disclaimer: I can't stress this enough, I don't own anything. I'm just letting my imagination go free and writing it down for all to see. Gundam Wing belongs to its respectful owners. No money is being made here.
Rating: G
Warnings: None that I can think of
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None
Part 1
By: Eimin
Oz Base,
Location: Classified, 6:00
A young girl, of the age of 15, walked silently into a small room. This was where she was ordered to meet his Excellency to discuss her latest mission. She was dressed in her usually outfit. Tight jet black jeans covered her polished boots, with a plain black tube top to match. She patienly waited him to enter the room. Her normally joyful brown eyes were cold.
"Good to see that you came," Trieze said, "I have a mission to discuss with you."
"So i've heard," she responded.
"I asked for you to come here because of a new opsticle. Have you heard of the five Gundam pilots?"
"Yes sir, they have targeted and destroyed many of our military bases."
"From what I have heard, you are the best soldier in our hands, and you excel in all the courses and have managed to keep a low profile in this organization."
"And?"
"I would like for you to pilot the gundam I had made for you. Locate all the other Gundam pilots, bring them together to work as a team, study them, become one of them."
"Sir, are you saying that you want me to fight against OZ? But I..."
"Yes, hopefully if enough information is obtained, we will be able to sucessfully capture them without too many complications. In short we want you as a spy but, you have to be as ruthless towards us as they are for you to succeed ."
"I see what you mean," she thought it through for a moment, "Mission Accepted. When do I start?"
"Right now," he handed her a file, "This contains all the information that we have on the pilots so far, their location, also the person you are to contact to give the information to. Do you remember Lt. Damien?"
"Why yes, of course. We took a language class together."
"Precisely, it is was a dead language that only a handful of students mastered. You are to communicate with him in that language in code understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Also, in that file contains infomation on where you are to stay and the supplier for your gundam. Only I know this information to reduce risk of attack from those that don't agree with this mission."
"What about a name? I do not have a proper one to use unless "hey you, girl" counts, nor do I have any proper information needed from me."
"That is also in the file you are holding. Let me have the honor of showing you to your gundam." The two left the room following a long corridor. "May I present to you Shakaku." The gundam looked like the ones that had been attacking the organization. It was pure black looking as dangous as it's pilot. "You must go," Trieze said, "The second act is about to begain." Without anymore words, Shakaku's pilot climbed up the gundam and into the cockpit. Within mintes she launched off to find her first victim.
'I hope I have done the right thing, ordering our best pilot to be a temporay enemy in order to get the true enemy, hmm, sounds crazy to me. But it might work.'
TBC
