Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with flying, fighting robots. Except for models, and Manga, and Pictures, and...
a/n: Sorry I didn't update sooner, I had a bout with writer's block.
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Chibodee awoke with his head pounding, he didn't know where he's at. His eyes were sore, a side effect from the blow. Slowly, his eyes started adjust to the dim light. "Hey, get Zero, I think he's coming to!" He saw the smaller blur leave, and a larger one come. Then his vision became clearer, and clearer. Until a boys face came to focus. The boy was small, only 5'3". His hair went down to his brown hair went down to his shoulders. The most distinguishing factor was his unmatched eyes. One was a bright emerald green, the other had deep lavender color. Yet a long crimson scar ran over his left, purple eye.
"Howya doin old timer?" the boy asked. He was sitting Indian style, with a broad grin.
(cough cough) "I'm fine," he looked around very confused, "where am I?"
"Underground, my home. We stay down here to avoid the Government." the boy replied.
"Do they know your down here?"
He smiled wryly, "Oh they know, but they won't come down."
"Why?"
"Well, lets just say the last couple of guards who were stupid enough to drop by, had a lovely stay at the Red Cross Hotel for a month." he laughed.
He made Chibodee very uneasy, being at the mercy of someone who could beat the bloody pulp out of him. "Who are you? I've never heard of anyone who could take out so many Truant Guards."
"When it comes to me, they like to keep things hush-hush. You got to admit, it's pretty embarrassing for a group of twenty-year-olds being to pummeled by one sixteen-year-old."
Still scared, still confused, "Who are you?"
"Oh yeah,(oops) my name's Zero, Zero Maxwell. I take care of everybody."
"Everybody?"
"Yep, everybody." Zero stood back away from the door, and then opened it. A waterfall of kids, all ages, sex, and color, fell through the doorway. "What did I tell you." All the kids slipped on huge, wide smiles. They knew they were in big trouble. "Ah hem, don't you guys have chores to do?"
"We wanted to see who the old guy was." replied the smallest.
(Old?!)
"Well, if I were you, I'd get our chores done before Angie finds out you've been slacking off."
"You wouldn't tell her, would you?"
"IIIIIyyyyyeeeee just might." Zero toyed.
"Run, run, he'll tell!!"
"What was that all about?"
"Angie has been like a mother to us since we escaped, she worked in the kitchen part of the building and basically she feeds us. She can't stand a dirty place to live so we made an agreement that each of us has a specific job to do around here. One thing though, if you thought the guy that hit you was scary. Wait till you see what happens when she gets mad."
"Who is everybody anyway?" Chibodee couldn't help but to ask.
"We're all escapees from that sweatshop over there," Zero explained as they started down the corridor, "most of us are orphan's."
"Don't they pay you?"
"PFFFT, Yeah, twenty bucks a week. What can you actually do with that?" he explained. "We are actually forced to do this, they MAKE you work, period."
"What about the guards, you do know you're breaking the law by avoiding them."
"Maybe, but would you really put all these kids through hell, just because the law says so. Just because it's the law, doesn't make right."
"So what about you, it's not everyday a street urchin stands as well as you do in a fight."
"You did."
Chibodee froze, that must mean that he knows who he is. "Then you know."
"I've seen your Cyclone Punch once before, on a tape of the old Gundam fights. When Neo-Japan won sovereignty, that's the only time I've seen it. Not many people can do it as well as I seen." replied the scar faced boy.
"Soooo what are you going to do, sooner or later they are going to storm the whole..." he stopped, he knew that there was know could help them.
"Well, for starters, we're going to invite you to dinner." Zero held out his hand of friendship, and Chibodee took it.
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Over dinner Chibodee went over, in amazing detail, how he,Domon Kasshu, Sai Sashi, George DeSand, and Argo Golski defeated Ulube and the Dark Gundam. He told the incredible tale of the Shuffle Alliance, how he became the Queen of Spades. (Though he had admit, the title "Queen" didn't sound appealing) When the idea hit him, he had a definent interest in the Gundam Fights. He has a strong sence of justice, not afraid to speak his mind. Most importantly, he was the most powerful fighter he's seen in ages. Why not let him represent himself as the fighter for Neo-America.
"Zero, can we talk after dinner?" Chibodee asked.
"Sure no problem."
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"Soooooo what's this all about?" Zero asked.
"Zero, you know who I am and that I'm the director of the American Gundam League and Regulations, right?"
"Uhhhhh huh," now it was Zero's turn to be confused, "where's this conversation going?"
"I've gotta Proposition for you, how would you like to be set for life?"
Zero frowned, from his past experiences, he knew evrthing has a price. "What's the catch?"
"Represent Neo-America as our fighter. With your abilities, you'd win for sure."
"And what about everyone here, I just can't leave everyone hanging. One thing I do know, if I leave, everyone's shipped back to that damned sweatshop where we'll stay till eighteen then we're kicked flat on our asses like last week's garbage."
"I see."
"Chibodee, you were like them, why don't you do something." he pleaded.
He thought for a long moment, he was afraid this was coming up. "I'll make you a deal, we'll take them all with us."
Zero interjected, that wasn't going to do. "I'll make you a better deal. I want these kids safe, I want them taken care of and I want them educated. Angie, Dominique and I can't do it on our own. I want them to have things they never had a chance for. If you can do that, than you have have your man."
Chibodee smiled, "Deal!"
a/n: Sorry I didn't update sooner, I had a bout with writer's block.
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Chibodee awoke with his head pounding, he didn't know where he's at. His eyes were sore, a side effect from the blow. Slowly, his eyes started adjust to the dim light. "Hey, get Zero, I think he's coming to!" He saw the smaller blur leave, and a larger one come. Then his vision became clearer, and clearer. Until a boys face came to focus. The boy was small, only 5'3". His hair went down to his brown hair went down to his shoulders. The most distinguishing factor was his unmatched eyes. One was a bright emerald green, the other had deep lavender color. Yet a long crimson scar ran over his left, purple eye.
"Howya doin old timer?" the boy asked. He was sitting Indian style, with a broad grin.
(cough cough) "I'm fine," he looked around very confused, "where am I?"
"Underground, my home. We stay down here to avoid the Government." the boy replied.
"Do they know your down here?"
He smiled wryly, "Oh they know, but they won't come down."
"Why?"
"Well, lets just say the last couple of guards who were stupid enough to drop by, had a lovely stay at the Red Cross Hotel for a month." he laughed.
He made Chibodee very uneasy, being at the mercy of someone who could beat the bloody pulp out of him. "Who are you? I've never heard of anyone who could take out so many Truant Guards."
"When it comes to me, they like to keep things hush-hush. You got to admit, it's pretty embarrassing for a group of twenty-year-olds being to pummeled by one sixteen-year-old."
Still scared, still confused, "Who are you?"
"Oh yeah,(oops) my name's Zero, Zero Maxwell. I take care of everybody."
"Everybody?"
"Yep, everybody." Zero stood back away from the door, and then opened it. A waterfall of kids, all ages, sex, and color, fell through the doorway. "What did I tell you." All the kids slipped on huge, wide smiles. They knew they were in big trouble. "Ah hem, don't you guys have chores to do?"
"We wanted to see who the old guy was." replied the smallest.
(Old?!)
"Well, if I were you, I'd get our chores done before Angie finds out you've been slacking off."
"You wouldn't tell her, would you?"
"IIIIIyyyyyeeeee just might." Zero toyed.
"Run, run, he'll tell!!"
"What was that all about?"
"Angie has been like a mother to us since we escaped, she worked in the kitchen part of the building and basically she feeds us. She can't stand a dirty place to live so we made an agreement that each of us has a specific job to do around here. One thing though, if you thought the guy that hit you was scary. Wait till you see what happens when she gets mad."
"Who is everybody anyway?" Chibodee couldn't help but to ask.
"We're all escapees from that sweatshop over there," Zero explained as they started down the corridor, "most of us are orphan's."
"Don't they pay you?"
"PFFFT, Yeah, twenty bucks a week. What can you actually do with that?" he explained. "We are actually forced to do this, they MAKE you work, period."
"What about the guards, you do know you're breaking the law by avoiding them."
"Maybe, but would you really put all these kids through hell, just because the law says so. Just because it's the law, doesn't make right."
"So what about you, it's not everyday a street urchin stands as well as you do in a fight."
"You did."
Chibodee froze, that must mean that he knows who he is. "Then you know."
"I've seen your Cyclone Punch once before, on a tape of the old Gundam fights. When Neo-Japan won sovereignty, that's the only time I've seen it. Not many people can do it as well as I seen." replied the scar faced boy.
"Soooo what are you going to do, sooner or later they are going to storm the whole..." he stopped, he knew that there was know could help them.
"Well, for starters, we're going to invite you to dinner." Zero held out his hand of friendship, and Chibodee took it.
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Over dinner Chibodee went over, in amazing detail, how he,Domon Kasshu, Sai Sashi, George DeSand, and Argo Golski defeated Ulube and the Dark Gundam. He told the incredible tale of the Shuffle Alliance, how he became the Queen of Spades. (Though he had admit, the title "Queen" didn't sound appealing) When the idea hit him, he had a definent interest in the Gundam Fights. He has a strong sence of justice, not afraid to speak his mind. Most importantly, he was the most powerful fighter he's seen in ages. Why not let him represent himself as the fighter for Neo-America.
"Zero, can we talk after dinner?" Chibodee asked.
"Sure no problem."
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"Soooooo what's this all about?" Zero asked.
"Zero, you know who I am and that I'm the director of the American Gundam League and Regulations, right?"
"Uhhhhh huh," now it was Zero's turn to be confused, "where's this conversation going?"
"I've gotta Proposition for you, how would you like to be set for life?"
Zero frowned, from his past experiences, he knew evrthing has a price. "What's the catch?"
"Represent Neo-America as our fighter. With your abilities, you'd win for sure."
"And what about everyone here, I just can't leave everyone hanging. One thing I do know, if I leave, everyone's shipped back to that damned sweatshop where we'll stay till eighteen then we're kicked flat on our asses like last week's garbage."
"I see."
"Chibodee, you were like them, why don't you do something." he pleaded.
He thought for a long moment, he was afraid this was coming up. "I'll make you a deal, we'll take them all with us."
Zero interjected, that wasn't going to do. "I'll make you a better deal. I want these kids safe, I want them taken care of and I want them educated. Angie, Dominique and I can't do it on our own. I want them to have things they never had a chance for. If you can do that, than you have have your man."
Chibodee smiled, "Deal!"