This three part story takes place one year after Endless Waltz. This is one of the first stories
I've written so I hope it turns out ok. If it doesn't then I may not finish it. It's rated R for later episodes
with language, nudity, sex scene(s), and major violence and gore. I'm not really good at this but
I hope you like it anyways.
Final Redemption: A New Beginning
Introduction Chapter:
After Colony 196, the last battle against the Barton foundation ended, along with the existence of the
legendary mobile suits, the Gundams. All that is left of the Barton Foundation has been destroyed.
Senator Relena Peacecraft, former Queen of Earth, has decided to rid of the army and form a new
peace treaty between Earth and the Space Colonies. The new treaty was signed and the Earth/Space
Alliance was forged. But little does the new commander of the Army of Earth/Space (and fiance' of Relena Peacecraft)
, Sir Bartello Ruemanya, know that a certain leader with a thirst for revenge has built up an unknown force.
And without the Gundams or a reliable force…Ruemanya may not stand a chance…
***
The light of millions of stars lit the abyss of space, but it was still
darker than a killers heart. Blood trinkled down and floated about the
pretty well worn space pod. Peices of metal and debris flew around in circles
endlessly as time passed by.
The blood kept emptying from the man and spilling into the cockpit. The
shine of it as it passed by the suns rays gave a reddish glow to the mans face.
And the shine from the cockpits red alert lights and reserve lights made the cockpit
look like a bloodbath.
"...Comma...renada......pleas....espond..." The sub space comm woke the man
with a startle. "Commande....kushr...ease respo..." The man gently raised up out
of his pilot seat, covering his forhead and moaning on his way to the radio.
"This is Commander..." He paused. "Commander Rein Highland...I'm respo-
nding to your message." There was a short pause before the next message
came through. "Comman...ghland...lease...ransmit...odes..."
(Damnit, the radio is breaking up...) He thought to himself, while trying to think
of a plan. "Unidentifide Message Source...You're breaking up. Please transmit
a non-audio message to the following address...10293909..." All that followed
silence, a silence so familiar it seemed to echo in Rein's mind.
"Damn." Rein slid back into his pilot chair and pulled out a audio journal,
standard issue for every OZ soldier.
Journal Entry 000987, A.C. 197
I have been in the escape pod for over a year now. It seems that space
can drive you more insane than I thought. The silence is almost annoying.
Nothingness rings in your ears and echos through your mind endlessly.
I've been receiving messages from some kind of recon group a while
away. For security reasons only, I've taken on the codename of Rein. Rein
originally was an idea I had back in my college days for a new type of Mobile
Suit. But unfortunatly the teachers there said my ideas were no good. So I
went into politics.
Through the last 12 months of me being here my mind has become more
and more corrupt. I barely have any sense of moral discipline these days, and
I'm less civilized. I never really understood until now how a person could have a
mind like that of Heero Yuy's. Heero has his mind because he has to, because
without it, he would never have survived that incident years ago.
But this is a journal entry not a history lesson. Right now I need to work on
fixing my turbo engines. Journal Out.
***
Rein slid back into his chair and relaxed. It didn't seem like anyone was going to find
him anytime soon. He just leaned back and looked at the stars for a little while.
"Those stars...reminds me of the days of OZ..." He said to himself. "Back then..."
He shook the thought out of his head. Those days were over and he knew that. But,
even still, he couldn't get over it. His final defeat. The end.
I've written so I hope it turns out ok. If it doesn't then I may not finish it. It's rated R for later episodes
with language, nudity, sex scene(s), and major violence and gore. I'm not really good at this but
I hope you like it anyways.
Final Redemption: A New Beginning
Introduction Chapter:
After Colony 196, the last battle against the Barton foundation ended, along with the existence of the
legendary mobile suits, the Gundams. All that is left of the Barton Foundation has been destroyed.
Senator Relena Peacecraft, former Queen of Earth, has decided to rid of the army and form a new
peace treaty between Earth and the Space Colonies. The new treaty was signed and the Earth/Space
Alliance was forged. But little does the new commander of the Army of Earth/Space (and fiance' of Relena Peacecraft)
, Sir Bartello Ruemanya, know that a certain leader with a thirst for revenge has built up an unknown force.
And without the Gundams or a reliable force…Ruemanya may not stand a chance…
***
The light of millions of stars lit the abyss of space, but it was still
darker than a killers heart. Blood trinkled down and floated about the
pretty well worn space pod. Peices of metal and debris flew around in circles
endlessly as time passed by.
The blood kept emptying from the man and spilling into the cockpit. The
shine of it as it passed by the suns rays gave a reddish glow to the mans face.
And the shine from the cockpits red alert lights and reserve lights made the cockpit
look like a bloodbath.
"...Comma...renada......pleas....espond..." The sub space comm woke the man
with a startle. "Commande....kushr...ease respo..." The man gently raised up out
of his pilot seat, covering his forhead and moaning on his way to the radio.
"This is Commander..." He paused. "Commander Rein Highland...I'm respo-
nding to your message." There was a short pause before the next message
came through. "Comman...ghland...lease...ransmit...odes..."
(Damnit, the radio is breaking up...) He thought to himself, while trying to think
of a plan. "Unidentifide Message Source...You're breaking up. Please transmit
a non-audio message to the following address...10293909..." All that followed
silence, a silence so familiar it seemed to echo in Rein's mind.
"Damn." Rein slid back into his pilot chair and pulled out a audio journal,
standard issue for every OZ soldier.
Journal Entry 000987, A.C. 197
I have been in the escape pod for over a year now. It seems that space
can drive you more insane than I thought. The silence is almost annoying.
Nothingness rings in your ears and echos through your mind endlessly.
I've been receiving messages from some kind of recon group a while
away. For security reasons only, I've taken on the codename of Rein. Rein
originally was an idea I had back in my college days for a new type of Mobile
Suit. But unfortunatly the teachers there said my ideas were no good. So I
went into politics.
Through the last 12 months of me being here my mind has become more
and more corrupt. I barely have any sense of moral discipline these days, and
I'm less civilized. I never really understood until now how a person could have a
mind like that of Heero Yuy's. Heero has his mind because he has to, because
without it, he would never have survived that incident years ago.
But this is a journal entry not a history lesson. Right now I need to work on
fixing my turbo engines. Journal Out.
***
Rein slid back into his chair and relaxed. It didn't seem like anyone was going to find
him anytime soon. He just leaned back and looked at the stars for a little while.
"Those stars...reminds me of the days of OZ..." He said to himself. "Back then..."
He shook the thought out of his head. Those days were over and he knew that. But,
even still, he couldn't get over it. His final defeat. The end.