Hey everyone! I hope you are well! I know it's been a while since I last posted a chapter or anything of the sort, but things have gotten busy recently so I apologize! First off, I want to say that the stories I have out currently, the ones I have mentioned that I will start writing are still in progress! Hopefully, I can get more chapters out, but I at least wanted to start this one, as well as the Naruto fanfic I was working on before I did anything else!
A note on my Fairy Tail series: Roar of Thunder will be the one delayed most, as I have too many ideas buzzing in my head for everything else. However, if I get to it, then I get to it. Let's just say I'm chaotic when it comes to organizing how I form my stories lol. :P
Another note, there is another story on the way that you might see me promoting. It's not mine, however, it is being writen by my friend and editor Jay! SOOOO IF or WHEN it comes out, I'll make a note in my profile to check it out!
A little bit about this story that I wanted to include(and that is stated in the prologue below), is that this story takes plays AFTER the events of IBO. All of the characters are my own creation, as well as some of the mobile suits. :P
NOOOOOWWWWW, let's get on to the story! :D
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MOBILE SUIT GUNDAM: IRON-BLOODED ORPHANS OR ANY REAL WORLD REFERENCES IN THIS STORY!
Prologue
The Calamity War: a devastating event in human history that will be remembered forever. The largest war that humanity had ever seen claimed the lives of a quarter of the population of the world. What started it, was the malfunctioning Mobile Armors, invented by man to fight they're wars for them. The only solution to this problem was clear: to make weapons to combat these vicious and destructive machines. Mobile Suits were made for the sole purpose of taking down these Mobile armors. Along with destructive weapons called Dainsleifs, they allowed the human race to push back against the Mobile Armors. Of all of the mobile suits made, seventy-two of these suits contained a frame dubbed as Gundam Frames, all named after great and powerful demons. Along with a unique system designed specifically for these frames, called the Alaya-Vijnana System, to end the war. At the end of the war, Agnika Kaieru, the pilot of ASW-G-01 Gundam Bael, founded the organization called Gjallarhorn to keep order. Slowly, but surely, the Gundam frames became lost in history as man moved forward, with other mobile suits
Over three hundred years later, these Mobile Suit frames had faded into history, thought to have disappeared forever. At least until they made an appearance in one of the most unlikely places: Mars. The ASW-G-08 Gundam Barbatos appeared on a private military group's base, where it took down Gjallarhorn mobile suits with relative ease. The pilot, MIkazuki Augus, was no veteran to the mobile suit or any suit in general, yet proceeded to defend his comrades with relative ease. They went on to become a company known as Tekkadan, while taking Kudelia Aina Berstein, otherwise known as "Maiden of Revolution" to Earth.
Following these events, they became well known throughout all the spheres, and despite their rough beginning, became a promising company. Though this was true, things fell into trouble due to the inner factions of Gjallarhorn. McGillis Fareed attempted to overthrow the power balance within the organization, with the help of Tekkadan, in order to reform what he saw as a "corrupted" Gjallarhorn. The fight was brutal, and eventually ended with the destruction of Tekkadan, the death of its boss and strongest pilots, and the death of McGillis himself. In the years following, Mars had gained its independence, and Rustal Elion, the former Supreme Commander of the Arianrhod Fleet, became the leader of Gjallarhorn. The surviving members of Tekkadan spread out throughout the spheres and began new lives.
With apparent peace being established, the Gundam frames seemed to fade from existence, and once again became legend. But peace never lasts forever. For where there is light, there will always be a shadow waiting to devour it.
In the year P.D.399, the human race has expanded its territories and more colonies have been launched into space. More of the planets in the solar system have become accessible through technological advancements. Gjallarhorn has faded, and the entirety of humanity has divided into two multinational states. Earth remains home to the Grand Earth Federation, born from the idea of raising a military force as powerful as Gjallarhorn would be vital to maintain peace in the future. While the other state, the Outer Sphere Union, based within the Saturn Sphere on the Titan moon, believed that using force shouldn't be the only way problems couldn't be taken care of. The two sides with different views saw skirmishes between their forces, but full out war had somehow been avoided. And with the dawn of a new age, comes new problems.
449 P.D, Somewhere in Spaceā¦
A small boy sat in a corner. He brushed his white hair out of his face, his green eyes taking in his surroundings. The cold metal pressed against his back as he leaned into the wall. His energy was low. No matter how many times he'd try, he couldn't find the energy to stand up. The wrappers from the little pieces of food he was given. He looked up at the other boys in the dark room. They were all hunched over or laying down on the metal floor. He clenched his fist as one of them began to cough.
"I-It hurts.." the coughing boy groaned, his voice soft and weak. The white haired boy looked at him before he ran his hand through his hair again. His eyes now trained on the coughing boy. He knew the kid didn't have much longer to live. None of them did. There were plenty of ways for them to die out in space. They were on a ship. To be more specific: a mercenary ship. Each of these kids were sold as tools to be used in battle. And to make things worse, they were forced to grow whiskers, otherwise known as the Alaya-Vijnana System. The metal protrusions on they're back were often referred to as "whiskers" which in turn earned those bearing them the nickname of Space Rats.
Anyone in whom the surgery didn't take, was tossed into the void of space. The crew treated them like trash, and barely gave them enough to eat, yet they were expected to perform their duties.
"Any second now." The boy muttered under his breath. The door to the room opened and two men walked in.
"All right, brats!" The first one yelled. "Get your sorry asses up!"
All of the kids in the room stood up, except for the kid who was coughing. The man turned his attention to the kid on the floor. He growled and marched over to him. The kid's eyes locked in on the man's, filled with fear and contempt.
"I-I'm sorry *cough* s-sir." He said, attempting to stand up.
"I said get up!" He yelled again, kicking the kid in the stomach. The kid coughed up blood and collapsed on the floor, causing the man to growl and start stomping on the kids back. "All of you little shits need to get your act together!" He said, turning to the rest of them. "Unless you want to end up like this one! Now, Jacob! Get this useless thing off our ship!" The other man named Jacob chuckled and nodded. He proceeded to pick up the kid on the floor, who was now unconscious, and carried him out of the room. The other man went to follow them before the white haired boy spoke up.
"Jackass." He said out loud. His fists were clenched. The man froze in his tracks, his face bright red with anger. "What. Did. You. SAY!?" He growled, looking back at the kid.
"I said, JACKASS." The kid spit out, venom laced in his voice. The man turned around and grabbed him by the collar.
"KNOW YOUR PLACE!" The man screamed, slamming the kid into the wall. He cried out in pain from his Alaya-Vinjana and his back being crushed against the wall. "No one, and I mean NO ONE, talks to Tobias Clouse like that!" He spat in the kid's face. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, NUMBER 84!?"
The kid, Number 84, growled but remained silent, then was thrown to the floor. "The rest of you, get to your stations! We've got a job from the b-"
Suddenly, the ship's alarms blared and red lights flashed repeatedly. Its meaning: they were under attack. All of the kids seemed surprised, as this had never happened before. It normally was the other way around.
"Shit! Get to your battle stations, NOW!" Tobias yelled. In a panic, all the boys rushed out of the room, except for 84. He sat there, leaning against the wall.
"Just kill us already." 84 muttered under his breath. Explosions rocked the ship. Yelling and screaming could be heard throughout the corridors. This continued for what seemed like hours. But soon enough he heard the rushing of people coming his way. He braced himself for what was to come, fully prepared to die.
When the door opened, men in grayish-blue space suits came in. However, the one that differed from the rest wore a dark-gray suit, with an orange trim in different places. The person removed their helmet, revealing a young man with short black hair. His brown eyes met 84's cold green eyes. His face showed pity. He walked over to 84, the boy not prepared for what was to happen next.
"Come on, kid." He said. "You're safe now." His hand was outstretched, for the boy to take. He hesitated at first, confused. He recognized the suits. But this was different than he'd expected. As he took the man's hand, he wondered what was in store for him next.
VEEEEEERY short prologue if I do say so myself. More is to come so I hope you enjoyed this little dive into the story!
PEACE Y'ALL!
~Mike
