Chapter 2: New Beginnings

The Year, is After Colony 217. The world has been at war for many years now with no signs of an end. The Gundams have become myths, since they were destroyed by their owners over 20 years ago. The pilots are all dead and hope has been lost. Under their leader, Alexander Kushrinada, OZ was re-born and has kept the war moving. With his younger sister Marimea as second in command the team has been unbeatable. Though they seemed to be the ones leading the revolution, it was actually a man by the name of William Canthal that was pulling the strings. He manipulated them into doing his greedy work. Alexander was actually Une's son, but he considered himself destined to be a Kushrinada and after Une's death, he convinced Marimea to join him in the fight against the colonies, and the rest of Earth. This was the start of the Great Contriversial War.

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The sargent stepped into the quarters dressed in his full military uniform, the dark maroon color of new OZ. His boots and buttons were shined and his hat was centered on his head as he went to see his leader. He froze with his heels together and his hand in a salute.

"Sir. I bring news on the attacks near the Arabic Desert area. It seems they are being lead by a mysterious pilot in a mobile suit no one has heard of before. Some even beleive he may be one of the mytholical Gundam pilots sir." The man's voice got shakey at that, to cover himself he added,"Though...I can assure you...I beleive in no such thing."

The sargent stood there still, and swallowed hard. This could not be good news, why did he have to be the messenger. Oh that's why. He lost the Rock Paper Scissors game to the two privates. The man he was speaking with, sat in a chair with his back to him, relaxing. The chair moved slowly around to face the sargent. He sat there thinking, his short brown hair still, his eyes closed. He opened them to look to the man as a smirk crept to his lips.

"Very good. There are no such things as Gundam Pilots...and you seem to understand that. We don't need that area much anyway. Find out as much as you can about the pilot of the suit though and make sure thes 'rumors' cease. Good day." His dark brown eyes showed he ment business as he spoke and sargent nodded his head in one quick movement, pivited, and left the way he came. The man leaned back in his chair again and sighed to himself. That damn pilot just lost me the best access to the Winner Corp. Gundam pilot...I desposed of them years ago..so who could it be. He thought to himself in an angry fit, concealed well from his face.

"Perhaps you forgot that there were other pilots beside the gundams that were good Alex. The branded ones were as strong as them....sometimes..other times smarter.." The voice of a young woman came from acrossed the room. She stepped in slowly, her short red hair pulled up in a bun. "You can not expect everyone to sit by and go according to your plans. I learned that years ago brother. Now it is your turn."

"If you don't mind Marimea...I was having a nice battle in my mind..and I do not need your input. The branded do not worry me and the pilots are all dead. nothing will be strong enough to stop me...and your mouth doesn't help matters much." Alexander Khushrinada turned to his so-called sister and narrowed his eyes to her intrigued smirk.

"I do say dear Alex...could it be that we are worried about our ideas? I would say that is doubt in your tone." She was cocky, but experianced, and she knew what she said. He was worried about this mysterious pilot, but he knew, he would soon find out.

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The old mobile suit came to a halt and crouched down low as the cockpit door opened to let it's pilot free. He jumped down from his seat and turned to look to the mobile suit. He ran a hand through his light blonde hair and gave out a deep sigh. He wasn't very old, in his teens somewhere. His emerald eyes scanned the area to find nothing but desert and dead mobile suits. He pulled a bag from the suit and swung it over his shoulder. He wore a light yellow shirt, with the top unbuttoned, showing some of his chest, with blue jeans and brown gloves on his hands.

"Well...onto more business. It's been a couple years now, perhaps I should visit Rashid. No..I can not risk it. He has gotten my letter by now anyway," he said to himself as he headed through the desert towards the near by city of Praise. He left prints in the sand that soon blew away when the wind rolled by. Quinn new he would never be followed while he stand in the desert, for it was a forever moving sea that hid him very well.

It did not take him long to get to the bustling city of Praise. There weren't any pathed roads here, but that was quite alright. Quinn walked down the street, dirt flying up from his heals. He had had a long day fighting against Oz's forces. He had taken down about a dozen mobile suits from his own, which was none other than a stolen model X-17 from the hidden base under the Arabic desert. Of course technically he didn't steal it since it was his father's design but noone knows that.

He stopped in front of a small building called WG's Pub. He gave a soft sigh and walked inside to refresh himself. Unaware that this would be the place that the Gundams would be reserected and turn the out come of this war, and the history of the world around.

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Next Chapter: Chapter 3: Crossings of Death

A/N: I do not own Gundam Wing...and I do not own the names either for Gundam Wing. But this story is all mine and so is the names. If others have these names for their characters, it is just a coincidence. Thank you. PLEASE Read and Reveiw.