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Readers Note: This contains some spoilers for G-Gundam, so if you haven't seen the whole series I wouldn't recommend reading this.

G Gundam & Gundam Wing

G- W Gundam

Chapter 11: Attacks of the Preventers

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Well now everyone. We've come to a part of the story in which the Preventer side of the Fellowship has made the decision to train under the guidance of the Shuffle Alliance. The reason for this is the appearance of the mysterious Gundam Nexus. The place of training, isn't the Guyana Highlands of South America as before, this time it is the small island of St. Thomas in the Caribbean. The training will begin today. Let's get things started, Gundam Fight! Ready, GO!

It had been over a month since the training had started for the Preventers under the guidance of the Shuffle Alliance. It all started with the first instruction that Domon had given to the Preventers.

"I want all of you to separate and go into the jungle on your own." He instructed as he pointed into the forest, "Go in find a place to be and meditate, do not take any food or water with you, and come back only when you have found what you've been sent to look for."

"Understood." Heero said first and headed into the jungle of the island.

"Got it." Wufei said as he followed suit

The rest went into the jungle slowly as Domon looked out to the sea. The Shuffle Alliance did have a little concern for their comrades as they were sent out on this personal quest. One of them, being Allenby went up to Domon. She confronted him.

"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" She asked

"I'm sure of it." Domon said without looking down at Allenby, "This is how Master Asia taught me in the Guyana Highlands I was sent out on my own for nearly a week with no food or water and that's when I found out my own specialty techniques. I'm doing the same for them."

"A vision quest." George stated

"What's that?" Chibodee wondered

"In many Native American cultures young men are sent to do a task called a vision quest." George explained, "In this quest they are sent into the woods without food or water. Pushing themselves to the breaking point and then coming back with something that they had gained."

"But won't they die from that?" Rain asked in her doctors concern.

"No." Domon answered flatly, "They won't, if Heero and Johan could withstand that much damage to themselves and their Gundams then they can survive this."

* * *

In the jungle, the Preventers went their separate ways heading to high places as well as the low. One of the first few was Wufei Chang; he walked through the Jungle carrying only his beam weapon and his Preventer sidearm. The jungle was dense and thick, every direction except up was green and lush with the exotic vegetation. Wufei had nearly lost all sense of his direction, except forward from the beach where he had left his comrades and his friends. Yet, he knew that with this new enemy on the horizon that he had to do something in order to be victorious. If it meant going to the ends of the earth or to the edge of sanity then he would do it for the success of this mission and the admission of justice.

As Wufei headed along he suddenly heard a rushing sound, almost like the sound of static from a television set. Yet this one was a little more thunderous, Wufei sped up his pace and headed to the sound. As the vegetation had cleared he found a river and a tall waterfall at the head of it. He smiled in thinking about this place and he felt that this was the perfect spot to do his meditation. He edged his way to the waterfall, he then stripped himself of his clothes and his weapons and got into the water. It felt chillingly cold against his skin, but with the humid heat of this island he welcomed the chill of it. He walked underneath the waterfall, its roaring and heaviness was all around him like a harsh shower. Within the waterfall, Wufei brought his hands together as if he was praying and his meditation began.

His thoughts were wandering but they seemed to focus upon the goal of what his specialty technique could be. The idea of a specialty technique was so foreign to him that the only technique that he was taught was the one that was taught to him by the Long Clan. What else could there be?

* * *

Elsewhere on the island, Duo Maxwell the God of Death was wandering through the jungle trying to get the enormous leaves out of his way. As he trudged his way through the jungle he became frustrated with how the leaves kept brushing into his face all the time. Until one branch smacked him right in the face. His anger welled up inside him and he took out his beam scythe, its bright red beam contrasted greatly against the green jungle and Duo sliced his way through it. He kept thinking about what he had left behind. He did leave behind his Cross Punisher, a gift from his best friend Johan. It was a cross that held weapons in it, the long bar was a gattling gun, the horizontal bars held handguns while the top part was the storage unit for his beam weapon. Though he had to leave it behind in order to go on this cliché of a personal quest. Then again that was Duo in himself he was a bit of a cynic when it came to certain issues, especially ones of a more abstract sense.

He sliced and hacked his way through the Jungle until he came to a cave. And enormous opening to a cave, its stalagmites and stalactites looked like teeth of some monster out of hell. Duo only smiled as he looked at the cave and he thought to himself, looks like a great place for the God of Death. He turned off his beam scythe and walked down into the cave. His footsteps echoing through the deep the light of the sun growing smaller as he went further down, down and down into he deep. He looked back for a moment and the light of the sun was just a pinhole at the mouth of the cave. This was the place, Duo knelt down in the dark, he didn't want to turn on his beam saber he felt the ground and it felt smooth to his touch. He sat down on the ground looked at how the stalagmites and stalactites were capturing the little light of the cave. His eyes were starting to grow and grow to gather in as much light as he could in the deep. He closed his eyes as the meditation began.

* * *

Further inland, Trowa Barton had already found his place for his meditation. Within the mountains of the island there was a small stone bridge between two cliff faces, it was wide enough for two people to lay on and it was thick enough to be a bridge. Yet it was over 10 feet long, it reminded the Silencer of his days at the circus. He walked out onto the stony bridge and looked down. Though it was a cardinal rule in tightrope walking to never, ever look down, but Trowa felt it was necessary for the purpose of this. Perhaps it was to make him feel that he was close to death. It was a long, long way down to the jungles below, the cliff-faces kept going down and down and down until it seemed that they would never meet until they too would meet the jungle.

Bringing himself back to the task at hand, Trowa took off his belt that had his weapons and began to lie on his back and then place all his weight upon his arms. Then he was standing on his hands and his head as he closed his eyes. In the high air, with the deathly ground below him and only the stone bridge holding him up Trowa began to look inward.

* * *

Heero Yuy was still in the jungle, but he had already begun to think. Instead of going into a place to meditate, Heero only found a tree stump near the edge of the jungle. He began to sit upon it and think. His thoughts swirled around what kind of specialty technique or attack he could use that would signify himself as a person and the Wing Zero as a mobile fighter. That was when his thoughts began to swirl around the memories of his past like cream swirling into black coffee.

It was a very long time ago when Heero was a child, longer at that point when he thought about it on that tree stump. He thought back to an old man, a man with a kindness in his eyes but a deadliness in his craft. This was the man named Odin Lowe, a man who had in some part raised Heero from a small child. The one thing that Heero rememebered greatly about this one man was his simplified philosophy about life.

"The only way to live a good life." He said, "Is to act upon your emotions."

That very phrase was carried within Heero all his life, through the Eve Wars on Earth and in Space, to all the missions and adventures in the office of Preventer.

"Why am I thinking about it?" He asked silently.

With that single phrase always in his mind, Heero began to realize something. It was like a foggy memory that was long since forgotten but slowly coming into focus with the simplest of phrases. Yet, it couldn't come into focus for Heero on demand like so many other things in his life. He could only sit on that tree stump and wait for it to come together.

* * *

On the other side of the island, on an untouched beach, Quatre Raberba Winner had chosen his place. There was no one around him, just himself, the jungle behind him, the white sandy beach below him, and the rolling tide to his front. The ocean in this place truly was beautiful; it was no wonder why Johan had picked this place. The water was a calm, crystal clear blue, so clear that Quatre could see the bottom of the ocean.

Looking out, Quatre remembered his past and how arrogant he used to be as a young boy. Back then he thought that the Earth was nothing more than a dust ball. Then his whole life was changed when he met the Maganac corps. That was when he became a Gundam pilot and then he came to the Earth and saw all the beauty that was there. He saw the very same beauty on that island as everywhere else on that world. It seemed like he never even left the Earth where the Preventers reigned to keep the peace.

Quatre stripped himself of his weapons and clothes and lied down on the beach with the warm sun beating down at him. Yet, he wasn't relaxing this was his meditation.

* * *

At the small airport on the island is where the Lightning Count, Zechs Marquise was conducting his own meditation. He stood upon the top of the tallest building in the airport, hearing the rustle of the wing as it blew his hair and his cape. As he stood there he kept looking at one spot, the place where the Gundams lay, all of them from the Preventers to those belonging to the Shuffle Alliance. His eyes didn't venture anywhere else except looking at the one that lay before him, the Tallgeese III. As he stared at it, he thought to the past and how the Tallgeese came into his possession, it was originally given to see if he could fight the Gundams. It did that and so much more, he learned to become even better using that suit. Though for some reason the suit seemed to land in the hands of his best friend, Treize Kushrinada then it came back to him. The Tallgeese had changed so much, similar to the changes that he had gone through.

Zechs took off his mask and laid it down at his feet and continued to stare at the Tallgeese III.

"Tallgeese." He said, "Help me learn to become a better fighter."

* * *

Alexandria DeLarge didn't exactly take to this whole meditation bit like the others. In her case she had a better way to deal with this. Without the Preventers seeing her, she felt that it was a good time to break for it and head to the nearest town. The part that didn't appeal to her the greatest was the fact that she had to go into the wilderness without food or water. Then again, if she was going to do that she wanted to have something a little bit better before starving. Even though Alexandria was an android in many respects, she still was human in other respects. Such as the one fact that she can process food as a means of nutrition especially since she had all those human brain-cells in the titanium shell of her head.

She headed into town and looked for the nearest grocery store. There she only purchased a liter of milk. The reason for this was that she was going to do her own type of meditation in her own style. As she paid for the milk she headed back into the forest. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vile that had a grayish white powder in it. In this vile there was a drug that didn't exactly have a name, but Alexandria loved to call it Drencrom. Normally when she took this drug, she would only take a pinch of it and put it into a glass of milk, a Miloko Plus it was called.

If she was going to do this vision quest thing that the Shuffle Alliance told her to do, she decided to do it in a different way. She took the whole vile of Drencrom, uncapped it along with the liter of milk and poured the entire drug into the milk. She tossed the vile away, she took the cap of the milk and shook it up violently. Then as the Miloko plus was mixed, Alexandria took it and drank all of it down and down until there was nothing left.

For the Clockwork pilot, her own type of violent meditation had started.

* * *

Deep within the jungle, Haruka Tenou had picked the best spot that she had come to all day. The ground beneath her was flat as a runway and it was just perfect, except for one small problem. It may have been flat as could be, but the trees around her were blocking her path. To counter this problem, Haruka took out her beam saber, it glowed its violet hue and Haruka took this weapon to the trees. She didn't slice them down to a small tree stump, she sliced them at a horizontal angle and chest height. She cleared away only a few of the trees until there were nearly a set of 10 high tree stumps in a circle like a wooden Stonehenge.

Haruka climbed up to one of the high tree stumps and looked around at them. With her beam saber activated she began to jump from one high tree stump to another. She worked out the moves that she learned from her teacher Wufei, she worked herself until she was exhausted. She looked around and picked two tree stumped that were close together like two best friends. She lied down upon them, her head upon one stump and her lower back on the other as she looked up to the sky and fell asleep.

* * *

On the top of the highest mountain was the last member of the Preventers, Johan Rodriguez. He had spent most of the day climbing up to the highest mountain using only his bear hands. It was a rigorous climb to the top, there were times when he was about to fall but he just used his beam saber in its dagger mode to regain his balance. He didn't know that on the very same mountain was the Silencer, Trowa Barton conduction his meditation. Then again that was on the other side of the mountain.

At the time that Johan had climbed up to the top he made a realization that he never made while he was on the ground. He found out that this mountain was more like a small plateau, its summit was flat, though it was small, about the same size as a small house. Johan came to the center and sat down in the Lotus position and began to turn his thoughts inward. He felt the slightly cool breeze blowing through his hair and against his skin while the sun brought down its heat against the cool wind. His stomach was already beginning to growl with hunger, but he kept his mind upon the single question.

"What is my specialty technique?"

* * *

Hours turned into days, and the days had turned into one week. All that time the Shuffle Alliance had set themselves up upon the beach of St. Thomas waiting for their companions to arrive. It was the night of the seventh day that Allenby and Rain were beginning to grow concerned for their friends.

"Shouldn't we go in after them?" Allenby asked

"No." Domon said as he stirred the campfire, "This is a personal quest that they have to fulfill on their own. If we interfere then we'd be defeating the purpose all together."

"But no one can survive this long without food or water." Rain protested.

"I know." Domon said, "They're reaching their breaking point."

As the discussion came to an end, a rustling came from the bushes, the entire Shuffle Alliance took out their beam weapons and activated them in preparation of whatever was coming out of the woods. Yet, it wasn't anything dangerous that came out of those woods, it was one of the Preventers that stammered their way out of the jungle. At first it was the Silencer, Trowa Barton. His clothes had been torn apart, he was dirty with grit, and blood was dripping from his nose. Following behind him was the God of Death, Duo Maxwell whose skin in the light of the fire was pale. He was leaning upon his fully extended beam scythe as if it was a walking stick, but the beam scythe wasn't activated. Either it was turned off or it ran out of power. Next came Quatre Raberba Winner, his skin was tanned almost sun burnt as he carried his clothes in the crook of his arm. Then came Wufei Chang who was dripping wet and his feet catching the dirt and sand in between his toes. Following suit came Johan Rodriguez and his love Haruka Tenou. Both of them were dirty, smelly and absolutely ragged from the wilderness. The next two that came from the jungle were Alexandria DeLarge and Zechs Marquise, both of them looked a little haggard and perhaps a little messy since Zechs hadn't shaved in the past week. Then the last one to come out of the woods was Heero Yuy who looked as clean as the day he went in. He only uttered one phrase before hitting the ground.

"Mission Complete." He said as he fell to the sand.

"Heero!" Relena shouted, she had been with the Shuffle Alliance for the past week worrying herself sick over her love. She came to him and cradled his head in her arms.

"I think we've done it." Johan reported to the Shuffle Alliance.

Rain came up to the Preventers, "I think we should get them to the boat."

"Right." Domon said

The boat that Rain was talking about was a ship that was sent by the Neo Japan government. It was an enormous ship, almost like the missing link between a yacht and a pleasure boat. It had over 15 rooms, a kitchen, a recreational room, and a medical room. This is where the Preventers were nursed back to health. As soon as they were all back on their feet, a great feast was held in celebration that they had completed their vision quests. As they were fed and fattened for the next few days it was explained on how the quest went. The stories went in random order, the first to go was Alexandria DeLarge.

* * *

Alexandria didn't enjoy the idea of starving to death to find an answer. So she took an alternative route to get to the answer. That was when she made up her own dangerous concoction of a Milako Plus. In the forest she drank a liter of the Milako Plus and began to hallucinate. In her altered state of mind she began to have visions of her own. She had seen her past in how she was constructed for the sole purpose to serve the Oz military under the leadership and strict orders of Lady Une (who still had her split personalities back then). Though when the Alliance, Oz and the Romafeller Foundation fell, Alexandria was left without a use. Until she came into Preventer.

At the time she thought of it, it did make her mad that she was used like some kind of spare part that was taken off the shelf since it was convenient to use it. On the other hand, it was preferable to just sitting around and waiting for something to happen so she'd be of some use. At the realization of that, Alexandria had some kind of cathartic breakthrough and with that breakthrough she began to have thoughts. These thoughts popped into her head like popcorn and that was when she began to develop a clear picture of her specialty technique, The Clockwork Slice.

As soon as the Milako Plus began to wear off, Alexandria decided to try this technique on the trees around her. She took out her beam weapon and began to shout out the words at the forest.

"Clockwork Slice!" She shouted

She began to move her beam weapon in quick succession at the trees. When she was finished she marveled at how the trees began to fall apart into twelve sections like the numbers in a clock.

"That's me story, Droogs." She said to the Fellowship, "How about you?" She asked Zechs Marquise who sat next to her.

* * *

Zechs began his story, he felt (like Alexandria) that spending his time in the woods wouldn't give him any answers either. So, he went to the airport to look and gaze at the Tallgeese III. That's where he spent most of his time. His mind wandering and circling around memories of the past. His connection to the mobile suit called the Tallgeese, as well as his love with the Oz soldier named Lucrezia Noin, as well as his fights with Heero Yuy. All of them seemed to involve the Tallgeese in some form or another.

Thinking about how the Tallgeese III and himself had become so intertwined to each other, either bound by fate or some other force unknown to him, Zechs began to think about the weapons. It was the weapons of the Tallgeese that he began to think of the specialty attacks. Then like a picture coming into focus Zechs began to think of what he could do with them.

"Heat Rod Catch." He said to himself. This was the technique that Zechs had created in his mind, though what it would do, Zechs only said that it was only a piece of what he could truly do.

"What about you, Heero?" He asked the Perfect Soldier

* * *

The Perfect Soldier's story was much like Alexandria and Zechs' story. He didn't spend all of his time in the woods, at least entirely. He did spend some time there, but it was spent sitting on a tree stump. He thought about what was unique about himself and the Wing Zero. Even though Heero hated use such words, he said that it was as if he was "soul searching". It seemed fuzzy to him at first what was special about himself and the Wing Zero, but slowly it became even more clearly to him. It was like a memory that was starting to slowly come back piece by piece. That was when Heero went to the Wing Zero itself and climbed into it. Without activating the suit, Heero had set the Wing Zero into simulation mode in which he could use the Zero System and not activate the suit. While he was fighting ghost targets Heero began to ask those questions of what were his specialty techniques.

When he asked that, everything around him became yellow, signifying that "Zero" was starting to come alive in giving Heero the answer. As he kept on fighting the targets, Zero began to show him the weapons of the suit. The most powerful weapon that the suit had was just that.

"Is that what you're telling me, Zero?" Heero had asked the suit, "Is it the buster rifle."

It was true, the buster rifle was it. That was the source of the specialty technique that Heero would use. The answer seemed so obvious but was clouded.

* * *

"I decided to be more traditional." Wufei had said as his story began.

He did spent most of the week in that waterfall constantly praying for the answer. The only place that his mind could go to was the past. In the past is where he thought of his brothers of the Long Clan and how his master told him of integrity. He even thought about his wife, the wife that was chosen for Wufei at a young age, her name was Nataku. It was her that told Wufei about what true justice was all about. Though Nataku being the strong woman she was, she took an unfinished Gundam Shenlong, fought the Alliance and died. As Wufei grew older he began to integrate the memory of Nataku into himself.

The same thing happened in that waterfall he kept calling out to her spirit and the spirit of the Gundam Nataku.

"Nataku." Wufei called in his mind, "Guide me in the right direction. Tell me what is to be my technique against the Devil Gundam."

In the cold of the waterfall and in the darkness of his mind Wufei saw Nataku, the wife he had as a boy. She came to him and spoke to him as both the spirit of his wife and as the spirit of the Gundam.

"Allow yourself and the Gundam to be one entity." She had told him, "Allow its arms to be yours, allow its strength to be yours and its uniqueness to be united with you."

That was when Wufei began to realize it all. Just like how Heero had realized it. It was such a simple answer but Wufei was too arrogant and thickheaded to see it. It was the Dragon Fangs that would be his specialty technique.

* * *

"Mine was pretty damn scary." Duo said as he began the story of his quest. He explained how he had found that dark cave deep in the forest. He had gone down into the cave leaving behind the sun like a newly born vampire. He had gone down so far into the cave that its mouth was just a small hole. At the time that he was down there, Duo felt as if he was buried alive never to see the sun again, and that was when he heard the voice of the priest and the nun from the Maxwell church. He remembered back when Duo had developed the philosophy that there is no God, but there has to be a God of Death since there were so many dead people. Then it came to the memory of how the sister had tried to cut his hair but Duo had protested so much, then a compromise was made. The sister took the young Duo's hair and began to braid it. No one had ever shown him that much kindness in his life, ever until he came into Preventer. So, the rest of the Fellowship understood the sadness that Duo felt when the Alliance attacked the church and killed the father and sister there. That was the day that Duo became the God of Death, and at that moment in the gave with the beam scythe in his hand he realized that he truly was the God of Death with the weapon in his hand.

"I've decided to call my technique." Duo explained, "The Death Grip."

"You should have seen me." Trowa stated as he began his quest story. '

* * *

It was up in the mountain where Trowa had found that stone bridge between the two cliffs. It reminded him of those many times that he went tightrope walking. He had placed himself into an upside down position for a while. He was standing upon his head on that stony bridge until his nose bled, but nothing was gained. There was no danger. That was when Trowa decided to hang from the stony bridge. He used some rope that he got from town and strung it along the stony bridge and around his ankles. With the rope securely tightened, Trowa had lowered himself from the stony bridge in between the cliff faces. In that hanging position from his ankles, he began to have his visions. He imagined himself becoming one with the Heavyarms but as the thoughts of the specialty technique became even more clear, the rope snapped.

Trowa had been hanging from that rope for at least three days and the rope couldn't hold his weight any longer, despite how light he was at his age. He fell down and down to the ground between the cliffs. At that point he took out his double ended beam saber and activated both ends. Their bright blue hues penetrated the cliffs but Trowa was still falling, yet the enourmous heat from the sabers were slowing down the fall. Until Trowa had landed the fall was slowed so much that it was almost like a crawl. By the time Trowa had come down to the ground he took out the beam saber and looked back up the stone bridge which was just a speck by the time he had landed. As he looked up he saw the marks within the cliff faces that he made with his weapon.

Thinking about how many times he survived death he thought back to Heavyarms and how its strength had helped him survive.

"One should never give up until the end." Trowa stated to the Fellowship, "That is what Heavyarms has taught me."

"Mine came to me from the rocks." Quatre explained

* * *

As Quatre told his story, it happened while he was on the beach. He had been there for at least three days and the hunger within him was starting to consume him. Quatre thought back to how spoiled he was in his life. He always had the lavishness of a prince within his castle, he always had food and water, and then he was sent into this wilderness to starve.

"There are people starving across the world." Quatre thought, "And I've never been hungry in my whole life."

Things became grim and bleak for the Noble in the Desert. He wondered if he would even finish this vision quest of his. It was then on that day when he was picking up rocks on the beach and tossing them out to sea that he thought of his dear Sandrock. He suddenly made the funny connection that he was sitting upon the sand of the beach and tossing rocks out to sea. Sand-rocks is what he was throwing out to sea.

Then something occurred to Quatre, the rocks in the sand. He went walking along the beach feeling its scorching heat under his feet, but he knew what he was looking for. Then he found it, a rock as big as his fist. He grabbed it threw it up in the air waiting for it to come back down, and when it did Quatre drew out his beam saber. He brought out its beam that shinned in yellow as the rock came down. Quatre drew back the beam saber like a baseball bat and sliced the rock in two. As the rock was perfectly cut down the center Quatre began to realize the greatest assent that the Sandrock had and yet it took another sand-rock to tell him that.

* * *

"It took me a while to find my answer." Haruka stated

She explained how she had cleared a part of the jungle to work out a little bit using the moves she learned from Wufei and using the beam saber that Johan gave her. She had worked out until she couldn't move any more. Then shy lied on her back with the trees as her support and began to dream. In this dream she imagined herself walking in the clouds with the breeze blowing. The sky was blue and the clouds were white underneath her feet. Everything was so peaceful with the sun beating through the clouds sending down its rays of warmth and happiness.

Then all of a sudden everything changed around her, the clouds went gray and the sky turned dark. The wind was started to blow and howl in her face. Everything was cold and hard as she tried to stay firm but she was blown away by the sheer force of the wind. As she woke up violently with a gasp she suddenly came to realize everything. The wind, the answer was in the wind, even her name meant Sky King, and it was the wind that would be her greatest weapon in connection with the Gundam Nemesis.

* * *

"That leaves only you." Domon said as he drank down the last of his drink, "Johan Rodriguez."

"I'm ashamed to admit it." Johan said, "but it took me all week to figure out an answer."

Johan spent the entire week on the top of the mountain, he practiced every move that was taught to him, every idea he stretched to its limits, used his beam saber until its power ran out, and no results. He was starving and all the working out that he was doing had dehydrated him to the point of death.

It was on the day that the beam saber had run out of power is when Johan realized it all. It was the blade, the blade of the Ryu is something that he could use to his advantage. The reason he came to that conclusion was when he realized that without the beam saber he couldn't train with it any longer. The connection was clear that with the saber the Ryu could attack with a greater force than ever.

"It seems with all of us." Johan said looking out at the Fellowship, "That the answers for our specialty techniques were so clear but we were so blind as to not see it."

"It's usually dependent upon the fighter." Domon explained, "Now, all of you can now train using each of us as sparing partners."

"Goodie Gumdrops." Alexandria smiled

"Together we shall all grow stronger against the Devil Gundam!"

* * *

Far away in a remote location in the dark depth of the Earth, the Knight Blazer came to his stony pulpit. It rose from the ground of the cavern like a stairway to heaven, yet the Knight Blazer was on the pulpit for a different reason. Beneath the pulpit was a great mass of rolling metallic vines like some sort of spaghetti with minds of their own. Standing knee deep in this confection of monstrous strands stood the Devil Gundam. It leaned forward on its coiled midsection looking down at the Knight Blazer with its glowing eyes. At the pulpit the Knight Blazer looked up at his master from under his dark mask.

"What is it that you command, master of life and death?" The Knight Blazer groveled

The Devil Gundams eyes blazed in its green color as it made a grumbling noise like the monster it truly was. Though as its grumbling continued with its eyes blazing like made fires it sounded like a voice coming from within the monster. It called out to the Knight Blazer.

"Find me four knights, worthy to serve the Devil Gundam."

"Yes, my master." The Knight Blazer knelt onto the stony pulpit.

* * *

Across the sea in the rocky lands of Neo-Greece a defeated fighter had returned home. It was the fighter named Selena Falcon, the pilot of the Demon Gundam. It had been a long time since she fought the fighter from Neo-Korea named Heero Yuy in his Gundam Wing Zero at the beginning of the Gundam Fight. The only bright side to the fight was the fact that she didn't get the head of the Demon Gundam damaged. Though for Selena the damage was far worse than a mere lost fight.

For Selena Falcon had belonged to a great and noble family that had lived down through the centuries of Neo-Greece. It was said back in the days when technology wasn't as advanced, the Falcon family was said to be the greatest of warriors. It was even legendary that the Falcons never lost a fight, according to that family legend their ancestor was the son of the god Zeus. Though it was never exactly proven, then again legends are hardly ever proven. It was quite the expectation to live up to, especially for Selena who had just started piloting the Demon Gundam. She thought that she was invincible because she was Selena Falcon of the greatest fighting lineage in all of Neo-Greece. The defeat that she suffered was terrible. She didn't challenge anyone and no one challenged her, she could only pick up the pieces of her ruined self and return home.

Home wasn't exactly the most welcoming place either, the people of Neo-Greece treated Selena like she was the failure (then again Selena felt the same way). As she walked the streets back to her home she was met by boos, hisses, pieces of fruit and vegetables being thrown at her, people spitting in her face, and calling her names. It only made the agonizing feeling of defeat worse, she came home to find her mother sick in bed with a terrible illness. Selena dropped to her knees at her mothers' side and wept.

"Mama." She cried, "I'm sorry Mama, I failed the family. I was defeated!"

The old hand of Selena's mother touched her daughters' face; she felt the tears streaming down it and the hot sensation of her over-blushed skin. Selena looked up at her mother with her eyes blurry with her tears. She sniffed them back as hard as she could but the humiliation that she suffered was unbearable.

"Selena." Her mother whispered, "my daughter, such a brave fighter. And always the most beautiful. My child, do not let this get to you so. You may loose but all you have to do is get back up and fight again."

"I can't fight anymore, Mama." Selena wept into the bed spread

"Cheer up." Her mother said as she laid her head back down upon the pillow, "I'm so happy to see you again. All is well with the world now."

Selena sat straight up and looked at her mother as she smiled in putting her head back down. Just then she watched as her mothers chest took one last heave and then came slowly down expelling her very last breath.

"Mama." Selena wept as she rocked her mother back and forth, "Mama. Mama! MAMA!"

Selena wept like she never had before, it truly wasn't fair to her. She was defeated in a battle, something that the Falcon lineage was the greatest for. She comes home hoping that her people would understand, instead they mock her and call her failure. Then she comes back to the place she grew up only to have her mother die in front of her.

"IT'S NOT FAIR!" Selena screamed at the ceiling as if saying it to God.

As she did the door to the bedroom opened, with the tears and the hot flash still fresh in her face, Selena looked and found a stranger standing at her door. He was extremely handsome with blonde hair so golden that it should be in Fort Knox. His eyes gentle and bright green like twin emeralds. Yet, Selena didn't admire his beauty, she reacted with defiance.

"Who the hell are you!?" She demanded

"I'm your salvation." He said as he came forward to Selena, who then brougth up her fists ready to fight. He only stopped a few feet in front of her and held out his hand as if wanting a handshake, "come with me if you want to win." He said

The offer seemed hypnotic, she was entraced by his offer, his looks and his charm. It was so strange that her mother just died and she was swept off her feet by whatever force this man had. She reached out without even thinking and took his hand.

"Excellent choice." The boy said as all of his eyes burned bright green like the Devil Gundam.

To be continued…