CHAPTER II

BLOOD OF THY BROTHERS

GM SNIPER- AMAZONS

Heinz Baer walked up to the ruined base and picked up everything he could find. He walked around each corner of the jungle, picking up spare parts and putting them in containers. He would use his GM Sniper to pick up large parts, such as limbs from the Mobile Suits or the cockpits of Doms, but it was most painful when he actually got out of the cockpit and walked where his comrades once stood. And to think that just a few hours ago, they were waking up and ready to serve their cause the best they could.

"DAMN YOU ZEON!" yelled Heinz as he threw a part across the jungle. He then sat on the ground and cried. This was way too much for him. He knew some of the people that had fallen, and even befriended a few of them. He then thought to the simpler times at the academy, when the trees were green, the food was good, and the girls were hot. Those were the good times at the academy, but he also remembered the bad. He remembered stressing so hard over his tests, but he did well. He remembered the bullies that made fun of his dark skin and his 'funny accent'. He remembered when his crush went out with a jerky jock, but he also remembered winning her back. All of this was because of Francis. Francis Backmeyer.

"Why, Francis?" thought Heinz. "Why did you join Zeon?" As it may surprise you, Francis joined Zeon right after the war. He believed that the Federation lost the war fair and square, so he should be fair and follow the new government. However, Heinz was the opposite. Heinz always thought that Zeon should burn to the ground no matter what the cost from the very first day of the One Year War. Heinz would look at the dead Zeon soldiers' bodies with pleasure, while Francis would look at them with pity. Even though they were so different, they couldn't make it through life without each other. Now, they were fighting each other. Trying to destroy each other. Trying to tear apart each other's world. We wished it could all be like the old days where getting a low test score was the worst thing in the world rather than loose a few friends in combat.

"Got those Rebs, did you?" said a voice behind him. Heinz then turned around and saw two Zeon pilots walking in the debris field talking amongst each other about the previous battle. Heinz then hid behind some debris and pulled out his gun. He just got a wicked idea.

"Oh yeah", said the other pilot. "I was the one doing all the damage".

"Yeah right", said the other. "Johnny always does it all".

"Okay then, I did the second best".

"Naw. You were more like the fifth best".

"In your dreams. You're more like fifth best".

"In your dreams, Dick". He then pushed his co-pilot on the ground. He then pushed back and they began to fight. Once that began, Heinz ran out of the debris and shot one of the pilots. He then shot the other in the leg and but the tip of his gun to his head.

"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" asked Heinz.

"D...Dick Waverman", said the pilot.

"Thank you", said Heinz. He then shot Dick and smiled. He always loved to see a bloody Zeon face in the morning.

Heinz flew up to the docking port in his stolen Dom Tropical Test Type. After he killed the pilots, he took Dick's uniform, identification, and mobile suit and flew to Arcadia base, located on the south island of New Zealand. He even shaved and did all sorts of stuff so he could look like Dick. When he approached Arcadia, the ever-annoying crowd control came onto the speakers to do their usual thing.

"Tropical Test Type Dom MS421, state your identification", said ground control.

"Ground Control, this is Dick Waverman ZP532 reporting to Arcadia Base", said Heinz.

"Dick Waverman ZP532, you have our permission", said ground control. "Welcome to Arcadia Base."

"With pleasure", said Heinz. He then navigated his Dom to the docking ports, where the docking clamps kept the Dom in place and Heinz got out. Once Heinz got out, a couple of security guards came up to him and scanned him.

"Dick Waverman", said one of the guards. "The file here says you stayed in the Amazons with a George Callisto. Why are you not with him?"

"He had an emergency in the family", said Heinz. "He had to go back to his hometown of Alexandria."

"We understand", said the guard. "But that doesn't explain why you all of a sudden have the darkest tan ".

"The whole place is not just rebels", said Heinz. "I went to a tanning booth, and look how good of a job they have done."

"You know I can have you fired right now", said the guard. "It says here you were supposed to stay in the Amazons for at least 72 hours."

"I had orders from Brenev Auggs", said Dick. "He said that I could go 'cuz there were no rebels in the area, and I love the paintball courts here..."

"All right then", said the guard. "I'll update your files. Good day to you". After that, they let him go and Heinz was free to do as he pleased. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Right after he got out of his flight suit, Heinz rented an elecar and searched all around town for someone who knew where Francis might be. First ha got a wig, so that Francis might recognize him. He then finally met one bystander who told him that he was in the Zeon's training center in the south side of the city. He took the elecar there and used his fake I.D. to get inside. He then looked around each training room to find Francis, and he finally found Francis in a Martial Arts training class.

"Excuse me", asked Heinz to the instructor. "Can I borrow Francis Backmeyer for a moment? A tragedy has happened in his family".

"Sure", said the Instructor. "FRANCIS! SOMEONE'S HERE TO SEE YOU" Francis then ran up to Heinz, who then walked outside.

"My god Heinz", exclaimed Francis. "Get out of here while you have the change!"

"Look, Francis", said Heinz. "All we have left are Colorado, Havana, and Greenwich base. Every single Feddie is going to die".

"You're not a Feddie anymore", said Francis. "You're a Rebel".

"But Zeon won", said Heinz. "They weren't supposed to".

"Look, Heinz", said Francis. "War is a game, just like any other game you and I have played in our lives. There is a chance we will win, and there is a change we will loose. When you take that chance, you have to accept the consequences that follow the result. In most games, all you loose is the joy of winning. But in war, you loose your freedom, your family, and maybe even your life. Both of us took that chance, Heinz, and we lost. Because we lost, I am paying the consequence by being enslaved by the tyranny that rules this Earth. And like in most games, there are the bad sports. The rebels are a bad sport, and you are one of them. Just shape up and accept the facts. WE LOST THE GODDAM WAR!"

"I WILL NOT ACCEPT THAT FACT!" yelled Heinz. "I CANNOT LET EVIL RULE THIS EARTH, FOR THAT WAS NOT HOW GOD MEANT IT TO BE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR DAMN GAME PHILOSOPHY. I WILL FIGHT THIS WAR NO MATTER WHAT THE COST, AND I CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU!"

"Then I can't help you", said Francis. "I'd rather you shoot me than..." An explosion then rocked the building. Heinz and Francis then looked outside and saw some Rebels fighting the Zeon Zakus that patrolled the area. From that moment on, their troubled times began and would not end until the day they died.