Insert your own Disclaimer here. Just make sure it includes an "I don't
own Gundam" phrase somewhere in it.
******************************The Combatants****************************** Amuro blinked. He had been fighting Char, and then he suddenly was in the darkest of places, darker than a starless space. He sat, waiting to see what would happen. Eventually the cockpit opened and a staircase materialized in front of him. Not having anything else to do, he unstrapped himself and climbed out. He did not take his helmet off.
As he descended the stairs, he felt an odd sensation and turned. Behind him the V Gundam gradually began to move back into the shadows. As it disappeared in the darkness, a rumbling shook the darkness and another suit took its place. The Sazabi. Before even a minute passed the head opened and the cockpit ball opened revealing Char. He removed his helmet and vaulted into the air, landing agilely on the stairs. He quickly descending before turning to watch it disappear with the same grace as the V Gundam. Satisfied he turned and spotted Amuro. He sprinted over and smiled maliciously.
"Good to see you made it out alive." He stood proudly, like an aristocrat.
Amuro ignored him. "What did you do?"
"What did I do? I believe I should ask what you did, you traitorous Federation filth."
Again, his barb was ignored. "If you didn't do, who did. I sure as hell didn't do anything."
Char blinked, for the first time caught off guard. "You didn't?" There was a rumbling. "Who did?"
They began to argue for several minutes, each blaming the other for the situation they were in before a third voice interrupted them. "Who are you? And why did you bring me here?"
They both turned to see a young man, no older than seventeen, standing before them. Behind him stood an impressive Mobile Suit. Wherever one looked, there seemed to be some sort of gun. As it receded into the darkness, another took its place, this one reminiscent of the Grim Reaper. They only shook their head.
"I am Char Aznoble. My companion is the ever-persistent Amuro Ray. Wherever I go, he follows, attempting to thwart what I am doing."
The young man raised his visible eyebrow, as his other was completely obscured by his hairstyle. "I am Trowa Barton. The man you see coming now is Duo Maxwell, an ally of mine. But why have you brought us here?"
Both other men laughed, confusing Trowa. Char answered. "We were just trying to figure that out amongst us, but then you came along. Tell me, friend. Where do you come from?"
"I am from the colonies, from the LaGrange Point 3. Why?"
"Lagrange 3? You must mean Side 3. Then you are a supporter of Zeon."
Amuro tensed. Two-on-one were not very good odds. He sighed in relief, however, as Trowa answered. "Zeon? What is that? Sounds like some whacked out politician."
They continued to talk for several minutes, joined by Duo Maxwell. Soon more Gundams began to arrive, eventually turning the total to fifteen. The pilots were of all different types. There were the tall, silent ones, such as Trowa. There were also the energetic such as Duo Maxwell. There were also very emotional pilots, such as Domon Kashuu, who seemed to eternally brim with anger, multiplied by the fact that he was in an unknown, uncomfortable situation.
Finally all the pilots had emerged from their suits. When they had nothing else to say, they all fell silent, waiting to see what happened. Finally a swishing was heard and a man came out of the shadows.
He spoke. "I welcome you all."
No one answered. They all stared at him to see what he would do. He only stood, shrouded in his cape waiting for them to answer. When no one responded, he smiled grimly. "This is where everyone would say, 'Thank you for your hospitality.'"
When no one answered, he continued. "I have brought you here at the request of my employer. He wishes to witness your fighting prowess. He has set up a tournament style elimination system to determine who the best pilot is. I, of course, will also enter as my employer's champion."
Milliardo Peacecraft spoke up. "If you enter, don't you think that's kind of biased? You can easily set up so you have the easiest match-up."
The man spoke up again. "That won't happen. The pairing system is completely random. I have just as much a chance to fight the strongest as I do the weakest. Besides, you are all the best your worlds have to offer, so nothing is easy."
Again, Milliardo spoke up. "Worlds? Since we are all human, I would think we are all from Earth."
He smiled cryptically. "You are. But let me take you to your rooms. I wouldn't be a good host if I didn't. Come, follow me."
He turned and walked, leaving a small path of light for them to follow. He stopped by a small object and allowed everyone to catch up. When everyone was assembled he pressed his hand on the object. The general area began to light up, revealing several doors, and a door that looked like it belonged to a hangar. He led the way to the first door and opened it. He made a motion with his hand a list appeared in his hand. "First room, Duo Maxwell and Anavel Gato. Please enter." He waited as the two men eyed each other warily and walked into the room. He then proceeded next door and opened it. He looked at his list again. "Master Asia and Chang Wu-fei. I'm sure the two of you will get along perfectly, considering your common heritage. Please enter." He watched as the two men bowed to each other before entering the room. He proceeded in this manner, pairing Milliardo Peacecraft with Char Aznoble, Amuro Ray with Heero Yuy, Quatre Winner with Sai, Trowa Barton with Kyoji Kashuu, and Domon Kashuu got a room to himself.
He then turned to the two women in his presence. "Do the two of you have any objections to sharing a room? No? Good. Please enter."
He waited several minutes, knowing they were all going to emerge again. When they did, he signaled them to wait. "Before you get lost in the dark let me warn you of something. The only place you are allowed to go when not fighting is the lounge. It is through the large doors behind me. Going anywhere else will get you executed, immediately."
With that, he disappeared, leaving them to think in the dark to think.
When they were done, everyone went into the lounge, where they found a listing of the day one combat pairings. The only name no one recognized was Tobias Tndarion.
******************************Author's Section****************************** Thus concludes this chapter. Leave me a review to see who you think will win. I've listed the pairings in an easy to follow flowchart for you, nice guy that I am. The Colonel
Milliardo Peacecraft Master Asia
Anavel Gato Lucrezia Noin
Quatre Winner Char Aznoble
Sai My friend (She needs to confirm before I put someone's name)
Heero Yuy Kyoji Kashuu
Chang Wu-fei Me
Duo Maxwell Amuro Ray
Trowa Barton Domon Kashuu
******************************The Combatants****************************** Amuro blinked. He had been fighting Char, and then he suddenly was in the darkest of places, darker than a starless space. He sat, waiting to see what would happen. Eventually the cockpit opened and a staircase materialized in front of him. Not having anything else to do, he unstrapped himself and climbed out. He did not take his helmet off.
As he descended the stairs, he felt an odd sensation and turned. Behind him the V Gundam gradually began to move back into the shadows. As it disappeared in the darkness, a rumbling shook the darkness and another suit took its place. The Sazabi. Before even a minute passed the head opened and the cockpit ball opened revealing Char. He removed his helmet and vaulted into the air, landing agilely on the stairs. He quickly descending before turning to watch it disappear with the same grace as the V Gundam. Satisfied he turned and spotted Amuro. He sprinted over and smiled maliciously.
"Good to see you made it out alive." He stood proudly, like an aristocrat.
Amuro ignored him. "What did you do?"
"What did I do? I believe I should ask what you did, you traitorous Federation filth."
Again, his barb was ignored. "If you didn't do, who did. I sure as hell didn't do anything."
Char blinked, for the first time caught off guard. "You didn't?" There was a rumbling. "Who did?"
They began to argue for several minutes, each blaming the other for the situation they were in before a third voice interrupted them. "Who are you? And why did you bring me here?"
They both turned to see a young man, no older than seventeen, standing before them. Behind him stood an impressive Mobile Suit. Wherever one looked, there seemed to be some sort of gun. As it receded into the darkness, another took its place, this one reminiscent of the Grim Reaper. They only shook their head.
"I am Char Aznoble. My companion is the ever-persistent Amuro Ray. Wherever I go, he follows, attempting to thwart what I am doing."
The young man raised his visible eyebrow, as his other was completely obscured by his hairstyle. "I am Trowa Barton. The man you see coming now is Duo Maxwell, an ally of mine. But why have you brought us here?"
Both other men laughed, confusing Trowa. Char answered. "We were just trying to figure that out amongst us, but then you came along. Tell me, friend. Where do you come from?"
"I am from the colonies, from the LaGrange Point 3. Why?"
"Lagrange 3? You must mean Side 3. Then you are a supporter of Zeon."
Amuro tensed. Two-on-one were not very good odds. He sighed in relief, however, as Trowa answered. "Zeon? What is that? Sounds like some whacked out politician."
They continued to talk for several minutes, joined by Duo Maxwell. Soon more Gundams began to arrive, eventually turning the total to fifteen. The pilots were of all different types. There were the tall, silent ones, such as Trowa. There were also the energetic such as Duo Maxwell. There were also very emotional pilots, such as Domon Kashuu, who seemed to eternally brim with anger, multiplied by the fact that he was in an unknown, uncomfortable situation.
Finally all the pilots had emerged from their suits. When they had nothing else to say, they all fell silent, waiting to see what happened. Finally a swishing was heard and a man came out of the shadows.
He spoke. "I welcome you all."
No one answered. They all stared at him to see what he would do. He only stood, shrouded in his cape waiting for them to answer. When no one responded, he smiled grimly. "This is where everyone would say, 'Thank you for your hospitality.'"
When no one answered, he continued. "I have brought you here at the request of my employer. He wishes to witness your fighting prowess. He has set up a tournament style elimination system to determine who the best pilot is. I, of course, will also enter as my employer's champion."
Milliardo Peacecraft spoke up. "If you enter, don't you think that's kind of biased? You can easily set up so you have the easiest match-up."
The man spoke up again. "That won't happen. The pairing system is completely random. I have just as much a chance to fight the strongest as I do the weakest. Besides, you are all the best your worlds have to offer, so nothing is easy."
Again, Milliardo spoke up. "Worlds? Since we are all human, I would think we are all from Earth."
He smiled cryptically. "You are. But let me take you to your rooms. I wouldn't be a good host if I didn't. Come, follow me."
He turned and walked, leaving a small path of light for them to follow. He stopped by a small object and allowed everyone to catch up. When everyone was assembled he pressed his hand on the object. The general area began to light up, revealing several doors, and a door that looked like it belonged to a hangar. He led the way to the first door and opened it. He made a motion with his hand a list appeared in his hand. "First room, Duo Maxwell and Anavel Gato. Please enter." He waited as the two men eyed each other warily and walked into the room. He then proceeded next door and opened it. He looked at his list again. "Master Asia and Chang Wu-fei. I'm sure the two of you will get along perfectly, considering your common heritage. Please enter." He watched as the two men bowed to each other before entering the room. He proceeded in this manner, pairing Milliardo Peacecraft with Char Aznoble, Amuro Ray with Heero Yuy, Quatre Winner with Sai, Trowa Barton with Kyoji Kashuu, and Domon Kashuu got a room to himself.
He then turned to the two women in his presence. "Do the two of you have any objections to sharing a room? No? Good. Please enter."
He waited several minutes, knowing they were all going to emerge again. When they did, he signaled them to wait. "Before you get lost in the dark let me warn you of something. The only place you are allowed to go when not fighting is the lounge. It is through the large doors behind me. Going anywhere else will get you executed, immediately."
With that, he disappeared, leaving them to think in the dark to think.
When they were done, everyone went into the lounge, where they found a listing of the day one combat pairings. The only name no one recognized was Tobias Tndarion.
******************************Author's Section****************************** Thus concludes this chapter. Leave me a review to see who you think will win. I've listed the pairings in an easy to follow flowchart for you, nice guy that I am. The Colonel
Milliardo Peacecraft Master Asia
Anavel Gato Lucrezia Noin
Quatre Winner Char Aznoble
Sai My friend (She needs to confirm before I put someone's name)
Heero Yuy Kyoji Kashuu
Chang Wu-fei Me
Duo Maxwell Amuro Ray
Trowa Barton Domon Kashuu