Gundam Cowboy
A fan fic by Tombill94402
Prologue
He remembers it well. That day on a cold September morning. His name was Miro Harland. The year was 430 AC. The Earth and Colonies were in perfect peace, and alien races from all over the megaverse had joined in a huge dealership of knowledge, technology, and goods.
It had started with long travels in space. Then after meeting one or two different races, warp gates were built for quick transportation. It seemed Humans had finally achieved what they wanted most, life with other species in space. But they did not know the sharing of designs for Mobile Suits, and trade of Gundanium, could corrupt minds, and pollute their peace.
First came threats. The Earth and Colonies passed them off as mere thugs. Then came the bombings. The, all at once, an unofficial war broke out. The Earth and Colonies did not do anything about it, seeing them as no threat. They were too caught up in their own blind ambition to see where they were at fault.
Miro Harland was one of the freedom fighters who took it upon themselves to fight off the attacking Mobile Suits.
He owned his own Mecha. Not a Gundam, but a simple Space type. He had called it 'The Apocalypse', and occasionally, 'The Glorified Missile Solo', which was not far from the truth. It was tall, red, and very well armed. Well, it had to be. He was a bounty hunter after all. It had a tall head unit, similar to that of a Zeon Mecha. On the head, on each side, was five vulcan cannons. On each shoulder, a micro missile was mounted. It had a very powerful pump shotgun, which could be mounted on the arm, and holstered on the left shoulder pad. On the right shoulder pad, was a self- designed weapon. He called it, 'The Rocket Tower.' It was a rocket launcher. It held 14 rockets, two by two, one pair on top of the other. It was a bit unstable, so it had been modified several times to fold backwards, and have a lid clamp shut. Also, a beam saber was holstered on the space booster, located on the back of the Mobile Suit.
Yes, he remembers the cold foggy day. The day his career changed, along with his life.
Prologue
He remembers it well. That day on a cold September morning. His name was Miro Harland. The year was 430 AC. The Earth and Colonies were in perfect peace, and alien races from all over the megaverse had joined in a huge dealership of knowledge, technology, and goods.
It had started with long travels in space. Then after meeting one or two different races, warp gates were built for quick transportation. It seemed Humans had finally achieved what they wanted most, life with other species in space. But they did not know the sharing of designs for Mobile Suits, and trade of Gundanium, could corrupt minds, and pollute their peace.
First came threats. The Earth and Colonies passed them off as mere thugs. Then came the bombings. The, all at once, an unofficial war broke out. The Earth and Colonies did not do anything about it, seeing them as no threat. They were too caught up in their own blind ambition to see where they were at fault.
Miro Harland was one of the freedom fighters who took it upon themselves to fight off the attacking Mobile Suits.
He owned his own Mecha. Not a Gundam, but a simple Space type. He had called it 'The Apocalypse', and occasionally, 'The Glorified Missile Solo', which was not far from the truth. It was tall, red, and very well armed. Well, it had to be. He was a bounty hunter after all. It had a tall head unit, similar to that of a Zeon Mecha. On the head, on each side, was five vulcan cannons. On each shoulder, a micro missile was mounted. It had a very powerful pump shotgun, which could be mounted on the arm, and holstered on the left shoulder pad. On the right shoulder pad, was a self- designed weapon. He called it, 'The Rocket Tower.' It was a rocket launcher. It held 14 rockets, two by two, one pair on top of the other. It was a bit unstable, so it had been modified several times to fold backwards, and have a lid clamp shut. Also, a beam saber was holstered on the space booster, located on the back of the Mobile Suit.
Yes, he remembers the cold foggy day. The day his career changed, along with his life.