Reiyano-chan: Hio everybody! This is my first ficcie so be nice or I'll cry or something…
Marta-san: Don't make her or she won't stop…and that you really don't want to do. Yeah we both wrote this fic…it's our first so please show some sympathy.
Reiyano-chan: Yes! Please do! Anywho… We decided that it would be interesting to fast-forward the timeline a bit and add a few characters. So thus we've compiled this mass of typing we "fondly" call Gundam Wing SF. ; Yes the name is a tad lame….
Marta-san: Hey we thought it would be better to just bring another team into this series. Ok, here's a bit of background; this takes place about four years after Gundam Wing and stars...
Reiyano-chan: It stars our own characters!! More or less our characters are a back-up team trained by a female doctor henceforth referred to as Dr. R. ^__^;
Marta-san: Well anyway, these five are sent to eliminate Miliardo for his war-crimes and such and that's where we start off…
Reiyano-chan: So enjoy! And remember, be kind…. REVIEW!!! On with the FIC!!!
Marta-san: Yeah, yeah... It's rated for our charaters' potty-mouths... Hey they ARE teenagers...
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Disclaimer: We do not own anything of the Gundam series whatsoever... Save for maybe an action figure or two. However...
Lacey, Skye, Gwen, Shawna, Jace, and Dr. R BELONG TO US!!! (Insert evil cackling
here.)
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She brushed a stray strand of her dark brown hair out of her face and wiped her forehead of sweat. Looking up she noted the high sun, something she was not used to in the colonies. She looked back threw the scope of her sniper rifle and surveyed the adjacent building's windows for the target. She muttered softly, "No sign of the target yet." And a few moments later her comrade's voice was in her ear. "Roger. Hold your position and wait for the target, ETA twenty minutes." A short pause and the comrade continued, "Hang tight Skye. Just be glad you're not stuck in a god-dammed vent. Don't these people use air conditioning?!?!" Skye laughed. "Poor you. What about everyone else?" a few more moments of silence and she responded, "SURE, no one cares about little Lacey, stuck in a hot-ass ventilation shaft…. Well… Shawna is in the basement setting up, Jace is shadowing our target and we locked Gwen in the car. Remember?" Skye laughed again and added, "That's right, we "don't need" arson for this mission."
A chorus of laughter came from the majority of the other channels, save of course for Gwen's. Once she realized that they were speaking of her she launched into her usual fit of swearing and, judging from the sounds in the background, lighting her butane lighter incessantly. More laughter from the group and Jace interrupted, "Alrighty, target is nearing the building. Might I add that he brought his new bodyguards and his little sister along?"
"Roger."
"About fucking time..."
"Aww… no fireworks then?"
"Let me *flick* the *flick* fuck *flick* OUTTA HERE!!! *sizzle*…. Oops, Lacey I think I melted your new Armani jacket…."
"WHAT?!"
"Guys knock it off…."
Skye resumed her view of the window and stretched out on the grass whilst Lacey regretted her earlier words as the high power air conditioner sprang to life, causing her to see her breath. Outside the gate Jace sized up the bodyguards, one was about his own height with brown hair, and he was wearing a green tank and black shorts. The other was slightly taller than the latter, dressed in a black outfit with a priest collar, and had a massively long braid. He tilted his head slightly over his shoulder to speak into the concealed mic. "It's just some scrawny guy and a priest… I can take em'" Lacey's voice ran over the last sentence out of Jace's mouth as she interrupted, "Don't even think about it… besides, you're not so jacked up yourself. Might I add that the afore mentioned air conditioning is working perfectly fine… shit it's cold, and it's making my laptop act all funny. And no Gwen, I do NOT want you to warm it up… You fucking pyro! That jacket cost me $250!! You better buy me another or I swear…"
"Lacey…"
"Mmm?"
"Shut up and get back to the mission."
"Yessum."
Lacey sighed to herself, thinking of how much she wanted her prized jacket right then. Below her she could hear the voices of the two bodyguards and the two targets she rubbed her arms against each other for warmth and shut her laptop. Her skills of hacking were not needed. Slowly, she tried to sit up so she could rub her bare legs as well. As slowly as she tried, the release of pressure on the section of vent where her legs had been caused the natural echo chamber of the vent to emit a massive metallic noise. She cringed and looked threw a hole in the vent. Beneath her the two bodyguards were scanning the vent for any sign of her presence. The one with the green tank climbed atop a desk and was reaching for something beneath her that she couldn't see. The one with the braid merely looked over at him from across the room, "Take it easy Heero, It's just the air conditioning, you know how hot it is. Metal expands… come on, you're scaring Relena." Heero looked over exasperatedly at the other bodyguard, "Just get over here Duo."
Duo sighed and ran right underneath Lacey and jumped up to where Heero has been trying to reach. The access panel came loose and Lacey came tumbling out of the vent and right on top of Duo. Caught by surprise, Lacey stared at her rescuer/captor and didn't move. For awhile no one moved, then Lacey's radio came alive with Jace's voice. "Mayday! Mayday! Lacey is in trouble, the vent collapsed and she has been discovered."
"Shoot, what's going on? There's a fuckin' filing cabinet in my way."
"No problem, I'll blow a hole in the floor and…"
"See, now if I wasn't stuck in the damn car, which is mighty flammable…hehehe…"
"Lacey. Lacey. Come in. Over."
Lacey lunged at the volume of her radio as Heero grabbed at it. In the end of a quick scuffle Heero had taken the radio away from Lacey. He looked it over and pressed the button allowing him to transmit a message, "She is alright, and who is this?" No response came from the radio and Heero placed it aside. He bent down to Lacey's eye level as she was still sitting atop Duo. "Okay, who are you, who do you work for, and what do you want?" Duo, trying to save some of his pride wiggled out from under her, "Yeah, what he said." Obviously caught, Lacey looked about her for an exit but her laptop computer still was in the vent and would prove to give her more problems if she left without it. She was about to blurt out the most desperate and lame alibi she could grab at when Skye crashed through the window next to her, holding a pistol with a pissed off look upon her face. Not long after Shawna and Jace also entered from two stairwells labeled emergency exit only. Shawna held a grenade high where all could see and shouted over to Lacey, "Well? Ya commin or not?"
Skye waited for Lacey to scale the desk to retrieve her computer and her gun, all the while, staring relentlessly at Heero. At the same time he stared back at her, right into her hazel eyes. Lacey jumped down from the desk, and Duo noticed her rather, charming computer. Her computer seemed to be made by Lacey herself and had carved into the back of it a skull and crossbones design. Just under the picture was a bumper sticker that read "Outta My Way!" As she made her way to the door she made a point to pass by him rather closely, "That had better been either a wallet or some kind of phone…"
Once Lacey had reached the stairs Skye went back to the window whence she entered. She paused, perched on the windowsill and reached in her pocket and pulled out a piece of liquorice and placed in her mouth like a cigarette. "Hey Heero," she called, "Doctor J and the others send their regards." With this she let go of the window's edge and jumped off just to land two stories down and run into their awaiting van.
Marta-san: Don't make her or she won't stop…and that you really don't want to do. Yeah we both wrote this fic…it's our first so please show some sympathy.
Reiyano-chan: Yes! Please do! Anywho… We decided that it would be interesting to fast-forward the timeline a bit and add a few characters. So thus we've compiled this mass of typing we "fondly" call Gundam Wing SF. ; Yes the name is a tad lame….
Marta-san: Hey we thought it would be better to just bring another team into this series. Ok, here's a bit of background; this takes place about four years after Gundam Wing and stars...
Reiyano-chan: It stars our own characters!! More or less our characters are a back-up team trained by a female doctor henceforth referred to as Dr. R. ^__^;
Marta-san: Well anyway, these five are sent to eliminate Miliardo for his war-crimes and such and that's where we start off…
Reiyano-chan: So enjoy! And remember, be kind…. REVIEW!!! On with the FIC!!!
Marta-san: Yeah, yeah... It's rated for our charaters' potty-mouths... Hey they ARE teenagers...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: We do not own anything of the Gundam series whatsoever... Save for maybe an action figure or two. However...
Lacey, Skye, Gwen, Shawna, Jace, and Dr. R BELONG TO US!!! (Insert evil cackling
here.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She brushed a stray strand of her dark brown hair out of her face and wiped her forehead of sweat. Looking up she noted the high sun, something she was not used to in the colonies. She looked back threw the scope of her sniper rifle and surveyed the adjacent building's windows for the target. She muttered softly, "No sign of the target yet." And a few moments later her comrade's voice was in her ear. "Roger. Hold your position and wait for the target, ETA twenty minutes." A short pause and the comrade continued, "Hang tight Skye. Just be glad you're not stuck in a god-dammed vent. Don't these people use air conditioning?!?!" Skye laughed. "Poor you. What about everyone else?" a few more moments of silence and she responded, "SURE, no one cares about little Lacey, stuck in a hot-ass ventilation shaft…. Well… Shawna is in the basement setting up, Jace is shadowing our target and we locked Gwen in the car. Remember?" Skye laughed again and added, "That's right, we "don't need" arson for this mission."
A chorus of laughter came from the majority of the other channels, save of course for Gwen's. Once she realized that they were speaking of her she launched into her usual fit of swearing and, judging from the sounds in the background, lighting her butane lighter incessantly. More laughter from the group and Jace interrupted, "Alrighty, target is nearing the building. Might I add that he brought his new bodyguards and his little sister along?"
"Roger."
"About fucking time..."
"Aww… no fireworks then?"
"Let me *flick* the *flick* fuck *flick* OUTTA HERE!!! *sizzle*…. Oops, Lacey I think I melted your new Armani jacket…."
"WHAT?!"
"Guys knock it off…."
Skye resumed her view of the window and stretched out on the grass whilst Lacey regretted her earlier words as the high power air conditioner sprang to life, causing her to see her breath. Outside the gate Jace sized up the bodyguards, one was about his own height with brown hair, and he was wearing a green tank and black shorts. The other was slightly taller than the latter, dressed in a black outfit with a priest collar, and had a massively long braid. He tilted his head slightly over his shoulder to speak into the concealed mic. "It's just some scrawny guy and a priest… I can take em'" Lacey's voice ran over the last sentence out of Jace's mouth as she interrupted, "Don't even think about it… besides, you're not so jacked up yourself. Might I add that the afore mentioned air conditioning is working perfectly fine… shit it's cold, and it's making my laptop act all funny. And no Gwen, I do NOT want you to warm it up… You fucking pyro! That jacket cost me $250!! You better buy me another or I swear…"
"Lacey…"
"Mmm?"
"Shut up and get back to the mission."
"Yessum."
Lacey sighed to herself, thinking of how much she wanted her prized jacket right then. Below her she could hear the voices of the two bodyguards and the two targets she rubbed her arms against each other for warmth and shut her laptop. Her skills of hacking were not needed. Slowly, she tried to sit up so she could rub her bare legs as well. As slowly as she tried, the release of pressure on the section of vent where her legs had been caused the natural echo chamber of the vent to emit a massive metallic noise. She cringed and looked threw a hole in the vent. Beneath her the two bodyguards were scanning the vent for any sign of her presence. The one with the green tank climbed atop a desk and was reaching for something beneath her that she couldn't see. The one with the braid merely looked over at him from across the room, "Take it easy Heero, It's just the air conditioning, you know how hot it is. Metal expands… come on, you're scaring Relena." Heero looked over exasperatedly at the other bodyguard, "Just get over here Duo."
Duo sighed and ran right underneath Lacey and jumped up to where Heero has been trying to reach. The access panel came loose and Lacey came tumbling out of the vent and right on top of Duo. Caught by surprise, Lacey stared at her rescuer/captor and didn't move. For awhile no one moved, then Lacey's radio came alive with Jace's voice. "Mayday! Mayday! Lacey is in trouble, the vent collapsed and she has been discovered."
"Shoot, what's going on? There's a fuckin' filing cabinet in my way."
"No problem, I'll blow a hole in the floor and…"
"See, now if I wasn't stuck in the damn car, which is mighty flammable…hehehe…"
"Lacey. Lacey. Come in. Over."
Lacey lunged at the volume of her radio as Heero grabbed at it. In the end of a quick scuffle Heero had taken the radio away from Lacey. He looked it over and pressed the button allowing him to transmit a message, "She is alright, and who is this?" No response came from the radio and Heero placed it aside. He bent down to Lacey's eye level as she was still sitting atop Duo. "Okay, who are you, who do you work for, and what do you want?" Duo, trying to save some of his pride wiggled out from under her, "Yeah, what he said." Obviously caught, Lacey looked about her for an exit but her laptop computer still was in the vent and would prove to give her more problems if she left without it. She was about to blurt out the most desperate and lame alibi she could grab at when Skye crashed through the window next to her, holding a pistol with a pissed off look upon her face. Not long after Shawna and Jace also entered from two stairwells labeled emergency exit only. Shawna held a grenade high where all could see and shouted over to Lacey, "Well? Ya commin or not?"
Skye waited for Lacey to scale the desk to retrieve her computer and her gun, all the while, staring relentlessly at Heero. At the same time he stared back at her, right into her hazel eyes. Lacey jumped down from the desk, and Duo noticed her rather, charming computer. Her computer seemed to be made by Lacey herself and had carved into the back of it a skull and crossbones design. Just under the picture was a bumper sticker that read "Outta My Way!" As she made her way to the door she made a point to pass by him rather closely, "That had better been either a wallet or some kind of phone…"
Once Lacey had reached the stairs Skye went back to the window whence she entered. She paused, perched on the windowsill and reached in her pocket and pulled out a piece of liquorice and placed in her mouth like a cigarette. "Hey Heero," she called, "Doctor J and the others send their regards." With this she let go of the window's edge and jumped off just to land two stories down and run into their awaiting van.
