Hey there! If you've gotten this far, congratu-frickin-lations (j/k). Here's where we see what our friend grows up to be. BTW, please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, which belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. Sunrise TV, Sotsu, Inc. and Asahi TV own Gundam Wing, not me. However, Sailor Universe/Tre Young and Pyrone Reigns DO belong to me so don't use 'em.
Chapter 3 - The Rebirth
On January 1, A.C. 179, Tre Jason Young was born into a family of five older sisters and three older brothers: Nikki Elyse Young, 10; the triplets, Anthony Ryan Young, Jason Lucas Young, and Derrick Paul Young, all 7; the quadruplets, Ashley Mary Young, Julia Tania Young, Mika Daria Young, and Crystal Adrienne Young, all 3. All the girls looked like their mother, Jade Young, with beautiful, long, brown hair and Cobalt blue eyes (imagine Belle of 'Beauty and the Beast' in anime). The boys had sandy blonde hair in short, tiny dreads and deep blue eyes. Their father had light brown hair done in a business fashion, Prussian blue eyes, and a short goatee.
Matthew and Jade Young were the proud parents of another baby boy and were once again adding more rooms to their already remodeled house. The Young family was well to do, in the upper middle class bracket, but they still struggled with raising a large family. They hated the fact that little Tre was accident, a baby conceived out of no planning for his being at all. They had often thought about ditching the poor child during Jade's pregnancy with him, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it when they saw him for the first time. So they brought him home, hoping for the best.
About the time Tre was almost six months old, a Scottish scientist who had been dodging the British bounty hunters and intercepting plans for an indestructible mecha called Gundam Deathscythe, came to L2 colony X-66618, where Tre lived. The scientist, named Doctor X by his own invention, had been spying on this child for some time now, studying his every move. He noticed that this child had extraordinary talents within him, many that were yet untapped. He watched from the shadows of the alleys and from distances safe enough to not be noticed by the parents. Doctor X decided to one day make this child a Gundam pilot for the Gundam he was constructing: DreadScythe.
Borrowing off the name of Deathscythe, this Gundam would be more powerful, worlds stealthier, and more menacing than Deathscythe would ever dream of becoming. He would need to approach this child in his early childhood, but not as an infant. He'd wait until the child was about five, then he could start to make this boy a soldier, a hacker, and quite possibly a very wealthy person in the future. Bounties would be easy tracking for a Gundam pilot, and easy money. But Doctor X would show his face to the family whose son they would almost never know for a good ten years.
Tre was almost a year old now, and had been talking since he was seven months old, and he just started walking at ten months. He would be all over the place, walking and talking up a storm. Jade spent her time at home, looking after him and his siblings during the summer months when school was out. Matt had gone to work like always, bringing home the money after working almost twelve hours a day. It was one such day that Doctor X decided to coming knocking on the Young's door. Jade had asked someone to handle Tre for moment. She answered the door, Tre hugging her leg.
"May I help you?" Jade asked politely.
"Aye, lass," the doctor said. "I was wondering what a mother such as yourself would say if someone told her that her child might become a Gundam pilot to save the colonies."
"Well, I can't say I'd be happy about it, mister-"
"Doctor X, lass. You would be heart-broken, aye?"
"Umm, not heart-broken, just very worried most of the time, I guess."
"What if I told you that I have Gundam being built in this very colony?"
"I'd say you're a crackpot," Jade chuckled. "Every inch of this colony has been put to use; there couldn't possibly be enough space to build a mecha of any kind!"
"Aye, but thar is, lass!" Doctor X said excitedly.
"What kind of stunt are you pulling, sir?" Jade said worriedly. "I'll call the police if you don't leave now."
"Lass, I just wanted to tell you that your son will become very famous one day for what he does as a Gundam pilot!"
"Which one?" Jade asked suspiciously. "Which one!?"
"I bid you farewell, lassie," Doctor X bowed. "Good day to you, and to little Tre thar."
As he sauntered off, Jade had a sudden sense of foreboding. She scooped Tre up immediately and closed her door, locking it promptly. She then ran to the phone, dialing the police and providing a description of the man that just came to her front door. That event was unknown to little Tre, for he could barely reason well enough to live on what he had.
A few weeks after the incident, Tre was going to start daycare while his mom went to work for a large law firm. The toddler wasn't scared in the least; in fact, he was so absorbed in his own world that he didn't know what was going to happen. His mother dropped him off, kissed him goodbye and left. Tre was left to make friends with the other kids. The morning would serve a different purpose for Tre and would shape him for the rest of his life.
It was during the eleven o' clock hour that a mysterious figure with long brown hair, bedecked in short black clothing, tall black boots, and a long black coat watched the children playing out in the yard of the daycare center, Tre especially. This figure was on a mission: locate and capture Tre Jason Young. The figure waited until all the children left the yard before it started to move. Tre was still in the toddler's swing, the bucket-like contraption leaving him by himself as the young assistant ushered the other youngsters inside. The figure stealthily walked by the small child and scooped him up, leaving an empty swing. The figure ran off, the toddler pressed against her chest firmly. By the time the young assistant turned around and screamed the figure had disappeared.
Almost immediately, the cops swarmed the quaint daycare, searching for any clues as to whom or what snatched this poor child away from such negligent eyes. Parents whose children were being put under this daycare's supervision immediately left their respective offices and jobs to go pick up their children. The Young family was in a flying rage, but Mrs. Young was in too much of a panic to be angry; her little baby was in the clutches of some weirdo for all she knew.
But meanwhile, some distance away from the cameras and crowds, the dark figure was silently riding to her home, to her job, with the small toddler safely strapped to her blossoming, nearly exposed chest. The whir of the turbines underneath the motorcycle-like frame was soft and whispering while the jetbike hovered a mere nine inches above the ground. The small toddler slept peacefully, not realizing that he'd never see his family again until he was a grown boy.
The vehicle started to slow in front of a run down house, entering a rather large and jagged hole in the side of the same. The sounds of the vehicle died away as the engine was choked and a rather large platform started to descend with the two human occupants and their vehicle. Two large doors slid over them as the platform continued to lower. At this point, the toddler was awakened by the pangs of hunger that bit at his stomach. He stirred, these actions noticed by the rider, whom looked down at her passenger and smiled as she shook out her hair.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, blue eyes kind and soft.
"Yee-ah," the child whimpered.
"Here, this will hold you until Doctor X makes us some lunch," the rider said.
"What is it?" the child asked.
"Chocolate," the rider said. "You like chocolate?"
"Uh huh," the child said, stuffing his mouth with the candy.
The platform finally stopped, and the rider arose from the jetbike, walking smoothly to her chief, Doctor X. The latter was currently employed in his work, muttering things into a small tape recorder that he held near his mouth as he scanned the specimen that lay across the large operating table in the center of his cluttered lab. He didn't notice the two newcomers to his laboratory. He was so absorbed in his work; the dark rider came up silently, sneaking up on the unsuspecting doctor. Little Tre dropped the tin foil, in which the chocolate was wrapped in and said,
"Oopsy!"
This startled both man and girl, the doctor turning around so fast that the tool he held ripped through whatever it was he was working on, yelling out, "Great Scots!" The three shared a pregnant pause, until Tre said,
"Are you Doc-tor X?"
"Aye, laddy," the doctor answered, heart pounding. "And you are Tre Young."
"Uh huh," Tre said, playing with his fingers.
"Do you know why we took you from your daycare?" Doctor X asked.
"No," Tre answered sheepishly.
"Because you're going to be a Gundam pilot, young man!"
"What's that?"
"It's a special person that gets to do a lot of fun things," Doctor X said. "You like fun things, aye?"
"Yeah," the boy said. "But, are you going to make lunch?"
"Aye, I am," the man laughed.
With that, Doctor X walked off to a kitchen very near his cluttered laboratory. The black-clothed rider set the boy down on the operating table, next to the torn up robot and walked off toward the kitchen to help the doctor. The boy stole a glance at the robot, which was in the shape of a female, the chest cavity open. Tre pushed himself up and carefully walked to the head of this robot, trying to see what it looked like. Small metal conductors criss-crossed her flesh tone face, blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, and red lips pursed in a rested position. He scanned over the open chest, spying two mounds of flesh on either side of the body, dislodged from their apparent positions. He heard a voice tutting just then, and he felt himself being lifted up and then down onto the floor.
"Little Tre, ye shouldn't beh messin' in me work!" Doctor X said gently.
"Is that doll still malfunctioning?" the girl asked from the doorway.
"Aye, and it's supposed to act as a decoy fer yeh," the doctor said.
"That makes me feel a lot safer," she mused sarcastically. "But, you still try for me, and that makes me feel safe, grandpa."
Tre began training the next day, receiving the most grueling and rigorous physical activities a child was ever subject to. His body began to grow stronger, faster, and quicker with each passing day. His physique started to display that of a mini bodybuilder. The toddler was really starting his life as a Gundam pilot. All the while, the aforementioned mecha was being constructed with great attention to detail in the work, for Doctor X wanted this young boy to one day pilot the strongest, fastest, and most invincible Gundam in the colonies. Birthdays came and went for the boy, and he was about seven years old when he started a new set of training.
"Etiquette?" Tre asked one day.
"Aye, etiquette," Doctor X answered. "You've got be able to blend with the crowds in order to escape at some points, so you'll appear more refined if you are trained in etiquette."
"So now I have to learn what fork to use and all that?"
"Aye, lad."
"Dammit," Tre sighed.
"Watch your mouth, lad," Doctor X warned. "That could get you caught!"
"But I don't want to do this!" Tre complained. "You gotta give me something to work with here!"
"I'll make you a deal," the doctor said. "I'll let you learn guitar if you do this, AND I'll get you whatever guitar you want with whatever amp and effects you can dream of!"
"Are you for real?" Tre's eyes lit up. "Well, in that case, my dear doctor, I do believe we have to discuss our eminent course in the fine arts of manners and etiquette."
"Now you're talking, lad!" the doctor said excitedly.
-Two years later-
The open market was busy and crowded, and Tre, Layla, and Doctor X had gone shopping for food. While there, young Tre was bored, so he looked around for something else to look at. Soon, his eyes fell on a kitten with a crescent moon on its forehead. Tre rubbed his eyes and did a double take, just to make sure. Yep, sure enough, it was a golden crescent moon symbol right on the kitten's forehead. The kitten ran off and Tre after it. Layla turned to ask Tre something, when she panicked at the absence of his presence.
"Tre!" Layla called, along with Doctor X.
"Layla, me granddaughter," Doctor X sighed, "I trust you to look after that boy and yeh loose 'im."
"Grandpa!" Layla whined.
Meanwhile, Tre had wandered only ten feet off, into a nearby alley. The kitten turned to face him...and spoke.
"I've been waiting for you, Tre!" the cat said.
"Who the fuck is you?" Tre squeaked.
"My name is Coal," the cat said. "I was your guardian when you used to be Sailor Universe."
"Huh?" Tre said, bewildered.
"Many millennia ago, you were the strongest Sailor Soldier in the universe," Coal began. "You were awesome too! You had to be, because, you were appointed protector of the Sailor Soldiers, the Moon Court, the entire solar system we exist in now, and the entire Universe!"
"OK," Tre said slowly. "So what are you telling me now?"
"You've been reborn, so now you can be Sailor Universe again!" Coal said excitedly.
In front of the both of them, a shimmer appeared on the ground in front of them. It became brilliant, shining like a star, then it disappeared and a black handled knife with a funny symbol on it took its place. Tre picked it up. It was about ten inches in length overall, a black annotated blade with sharp, silvered edges took about five of those inches up. Emblazoned on the blade was a message in silver Japanese characters that read: "Peace is war." The handle was comfortable to hold, and it too had a silver symbol that looked like a U surrounded by a broad, slanted ring; this was the symbol of Sailor Universe.
Tre gazed at the knife with supreme interest, turning it over and over in his hands until he heard something in his mind order him to utter: "Universe Celestial Power."
Immediately he was surrounded by round, shimmering black energy bolts. Tre began screaming as he was engulfed by the energy. He emerged bedecked in a myriad of black clothes: black fatigues pants going into a pair of heavy, steel-toed combat boots, black long sleeve shirt with his insignia on it, all topped by a long, sleeveless trench. His weapons were a mixture of magic and modern. He had a very large sword that was about seven-foot-three in length, the very sword that killed him whence he battled Queen Beryl. In addition, he also had that staff which would turn into a horrible beam scythe. Finally he had a sleek version of an M16A2 - "a new addition," Coal said - which was tightly strapped to the right side of his back with the muzzle pointing toward the sky. Of course, his transform tool doubled as a close attack weapon.
Tre touched all the new things that he had on his person, even ventured to take a gander at his new gun. Tre noticed something about his gun that Coal had to explain.
"Your M16 looks as though it has a grenade launcher attachment?" Coal said.
"An M203, yeah," Tre confirmed.
"You'll learn an attack later that will allow you to make an energy bomb that you can launch out of there. If you were to do it with your bare hands, it could kill all the people around you. That's how you took out an entire planet once."
"So by putting it in a gun, it suppresses the energy enough to only kill what I target."
"Yesh."
"Yesh?"
"Yesh!"
"You say yes funny," Tre pointed out.
"Don't make fun of me!" Coal insisted. "Just deactivate your transformation and go home, Sailor Universe."
Tre thought about it, and it happened. His mental powers were awakened now. HE turned to hear the doctor and Layla calling for him, then turned back top say goodbye to Coal, but the kitten was gone.
'Weird,' Tre thought.
-Six years later-
Tre awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright and cold sweat enveloping his body. His neck length dreadlocks stuck to his face, his rapid respirations noisy in the still silence. He kicked off the covers and walked out of his room, toward the lab. He saw a lone light on, Layla sitting underneath the soft glow. She had fallen asleep on a book she was reading, drool seeping onto the already wet page and her noisy snores filling the room.
"Layla," Tre said, shaking her.
She immediately snapped awake and put a knife to Tre's throat, fully alert. She saw who it was and put the weapon away. Tre looked at her in an annoyed expression, as though he had gone through this before way too many times. She yawned, and asked,
"What time is it?"
"It's about two in the morning," Tre said. "I couldn't sleep."
"You're getting to be used to that lifestyle," Layla said dreamily.
"Why are you like that to me?"
"Like what?"
"As though you're in love with me? Why do you get that look in your eyes every time you talk to me?"
"If only you knew what a gentleman you've been despite all you're training," Layla sighed. "My grandpa taught you well with that etiquette."
"He did, didn't he?" Tre chortled. "I never thought in a million years that I could snag you! You're like, what, in your early thirties now?"
"God, that sounds so old!" Layla complained. "At least my grandpa is WAY older."
"Doctor X is old, ain't he?" Tre laughed. "Hey, I'm a go look at my Gundam some, wanna come?"
"Nah, I'm cool," Layla replied. "Night."
"Peace."
So, all alone, Tre went to the hangar of his completed Gundam. He swept his neck length dreads behind his ears, revealing the twin rings on each lobe, the one near the top of his left (making 3 on the left), and the two on his left eyebrow. 13 years in the making, this Gundam stood 128' 4" tall and had the look of its pilot. The Gundam DreadScythe had black, metal dreads hanging from its head, the mean look of its green eyes and red goatee. It appeared to have two rings where a left eyebrow would be on its gray faceplate. The torso had black metal armor of Neo-Gundanium in a muscular look, the rectangular pecs and abs all touched, showing nothing but black. The forearms were equipped with rectangular pacs that slanted upwards toward powder blue hemispheres resting on top of the pacs. These hemispheres illuminate the darkness around them. These pacs extended a black energy blade 30' long when ignited. The legs had the look of baggy, black pants stopped at about the mid-shin by black boots, instead of the odd look of the other Gundams legs.
Weapons came to the 150' version of Sailor Universe's sword and the 160' beam scythe staff, which wielded a black blade of energy. Plus, a long beam cannon with a barrel shaped like a square with slightly truncated corners, as seen from the opening of the muzzle. All along the gun were vent lines and during sustained charging, the gun would extend in two places revealing a wheel with slanted lines on it; the spiral vent. When the trigger was squeezed fast it would be a machine gun. That was Gundam 06, DreadScythe.
Tre took the cable ride up and sat in the cockpit. Tre put his arms out in front of him, palms facing down and slowly lowered his hands to the controls, wrapping them around the horizontal stick. The Gundam's control boards lit up and hummed. The view screens glowed to life, showing Tre the surroundings on the monitors.
'I can't wait to use this thing!' Tre thought to himself.
He then shut everything down and lowered himself down to the ground.
As he walked out of the hangar, he switched off the huge lights and threw the cavernous building into darkness. Tre then went up to his second floor room.
Tre's room was about 20' x 20' with a walk-in closet, a dresser topped with models of fighter jets, a huge office desk, a bed nestled into one corner, and a stereo system with monstrous speakers occupying an entire wall. In front of the speakers, all in stands stood a pair of 7-string Ibanez K-7 Head and Munky Anniversary Edition Signature Series guitars in A.D. 2001 vintage design, one black, one gray, both hooked up to its own Tone-Lok pedal arrangement. Next to the guitars, stood a 2003 Ibanez K5 Soundgear 5-string bass. All the instruments were connected to the monstrosity of amplifiers behind them.
Tre picked up the black K-7, slung the strap onto his back, and turned the amps up. He tuned the guitar to the perfect distortion, then let loose. He played riffs from artists who died MANY years ago, but he liked it better than today's music. (AN: I apologize if you don't like these bands, but hey, I respect your opinions.) He played the hard, heavy bridge of "Freak On a Leash" by KoRN, the slow melodic strumming of "Spiral" from Godsmack, plus the fast chorus and bridge of Static X's "This Is Not". Finally, the disturbingly eerie tunes of Disturbed's "Remember".
-One hour later-
Tre had put the bass down in its stand and moved to his bed. Before he could start, someone knocked at his door. He mentally opened it, and Doctor X stepped in. His gray eyes were rimmed with red, his face set in a tired expression of anger. Tre smiled sheepishly, turning off the amps with his mind and crawling his skinny ass into bed. Doctor X shut his door and left for his own bedroom.
Tre read his mind and found that he would be returning to his original family soon. Leaving? He didn't want to leave! He liked living here. He guessed there was a reason; what scientist, mad or otherwise, wanted to take care of a teenage boy with dreads who woke your old ass up at two in the morning?
A week later, the Youngs got a knock on their door. Jade got up from taking care of the family's lunch preparation to answer the door. She swung the door open to see a six-foot-two fifteen-year-old with dreadlocks. She seemed confused at first, so she asked the youth,
"May I help you?"
"Are you Jade Young?"
"I am."
The boy smiled at her, "Hi, mom."
Jade suddenly realized it was her youngest child Tre, and she fainted right in the foyer. The rest of the family came to the door to see what happened, and it was Matt Young that recognized his son without needing to ask. The older Young embraced Tre into a tight bear hug and brought him in. From a distance, Layla and Doctor X watched the boy return to his family. Layla shed a silent tear as the only man she loved walked out of her life, and Doctor X began to drive off.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, which belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. Sunrise TV, Sotsu, Inc. and Asahi TV own Gundam Wing, not me. However, Sailor Universe/Tre Young and Pyrone Reigns DO belong to me so don't use 'em.
Chapter 3 - The Rebirth
On January 1, A.C. 179, Tre Jason Young was born into a family of five older sisters and three older brothers: Nikki Elyse Young, 10; the triplets, Anthony Ryan Young, Jason Lucas Young, and Derrick Paul Young, all 7; the quadruplets, Ashley Mary Young, Julia Tania Young, Mika Daria Young, and Crystal Adrienne Young, all 3. All the girls looked like their mother, Jade Young, with beautiful, long, brown hair and Cobalt blue eyes (imagine Belle of 'Beauty and the Beast' in anime). The boys had sandy blonde hair in short, tiny dreads and deep blue eyes. Their father had light brown hair done in a business fashion, Prussian blue eyes, and a short goatee.
Matthew and Jade Young were the proud parents of another baby boy and were once again adding more rooms to their already remodeled house. The Young family was well to do, in the upper middle class bracket, but they still struggled with raising a large family. They hated the fact that little Tre was accident, a baby conceived out of no planning for his being at all. They had often thought about ditching the poor child during Jade's pregnancy with him, but they couldn't bring themselves to do it when they saw him for the first time. So they brought him home, hoping for the best.
About the time Tre was almost six months old, a Scottish scientist who had been dodging the British bounty hunters and intercepting plans for an indestructible mecha called Gundam Deathscythe, came to L2 colony X-66618, where Tre lived. The scientist, named Doctor X by his own invention, had been spying on this child for some time now, studying his every move. He noticed that this child had extraordinary talents within him, many that were yet untapped. He watched from the shadows of the alleys and from distances safe enough to not be noticed by the parents. Doctor X decided to one day make this child a Gundam pilot for the Gundam he was constructing: DreadScythe.
Borrowing off the name of Deathscythe, this Gundam would be more powerful, worlds stealthier, and more menacing than Deathscythe would ever dream of becoming. He would need to approach this child in his early childhood, but not as an infant. He'd wait until the child was about five, then he could start to make this boy a soldier, a hacker, and quite possibly a very wealthy person in the future. Bounties would be easy tracking for a Gundam pilot, and easy money. But Doctor X would show his face to the family whose son they would almost never know for a good ten years.
Tre was almost a year old now, and had been talking since he was seven months old, and he just started walking at ten months. He would be all over the place, walking and talking up a storm. Jade spent her time at home, looking after him and his siblings during the summer months when school was out. Matt had gone to work like always, bringing home the money after working almost twelve hours a day. It was one such day that Doctor X decided to coming knocking on the Young's door. Jade had asked someone to handle Tre for moment. She answered the door, Tre hugging her leg.
"May I help you?" Jade asked politely.
"Aye, lass," the doctor said. "I was wondering what a mother such as yourself would say if someone told her that her child might become a Gundam pilot to save the colonies."
"Well, I can't say I'd be happy about it, mister-"
"Doctor X, lass. You would be heart-broken, aye?"
"Umm, not heart-broken, just very worried most of the time, I guess."
"What if I told you that I have Gundam being built in this very colony?"
"I'd say you're a crackpot," Jade chuckled. "Every inch of this colony has been put to use; there couldn't possibly be enough space to build a mecha of any kind!"
"Aye, but thar is, lass!" Doctor X said excitedly.
"What kind of stunt are you pulling, sir?" Jade said worriedly. "I'll call the police if you don't leave now."
"Lass, I just wanted to tell you that your son will become very famous one day for what he does as a Gundam pilot!"
"Which one?" Jade asked suspiciously. "Which one!?"
"I bid you farewell, lassie," Doctor X bowed. "Good day to you, and to little Tre thar."
As he sauntered off, Jade had a sudden sense of foreboding. She scooped Tre up immediately and closed her door, locking it promptly. She then ran to the phone, dialing the police and providing a description of the man that just came to her front door. That event was unknown to little Tre, for he could barely reason well enough to live on what he had.
A few weeks after the incident, Tre was going to start daycare while his mom went to work for a large law firm. The toddler wasn't scared in the least; in fact, he was so absorbed in his own world that he didn't know what was going to happen. His mother dropped him off, kissed him goodbye and left. Tre was left to make friends with the other kids. The morning would serve a different purpose for Tre and would shape him for the rest of his life.
It was during the eleven o' clock hour that a mysterious figure with long brown hair, bedecked in short black clothing, tall black boots, and a long black coat watched the children playing out in the yard of the daycare center, Tre especially. This figure was on a mission: locate and capture Tre Jason Young. The figure waited until all the children left the yard before it started to move. Tre was still in the toddler's swing, the bucket-like contraption leaving him by himself as the young assistant ushered the other youngsters inside. The figure stealthily walked by the small child and scooped him up, leaving an empty swing. The figure ran off, the toddler pressed against her chest firmly. By the time the young assistant turned around and screamed the figure had disappeared.
Almost immediately, the cops swarmed the quaint daycare, searching for any clues as to whom or what snatched this poor child away from such negligent eyes. Parents whose children were being put under this daycare's supervision immediately left their respective offices and jobs to go pick up their children. The Young family was in a flying rage, but Mrs. Young was in too much of a panic to be angry; her little baby was in the clutches of some weirdo for all she knew.
But meanwhile, some distance away from the cameras and crowds, the dark figure was silently riding to her home, to her job, with the small toddler safely strapped to her blossoming, nearly exposed chest. The whir of the turbines underneath the motorcycle-like frame was soft and whispering while the jetbike hovered a mere nine inches above the ground. The small toddler slept peacefully, not realizing that he'd never see his family again until he was a grown boy.
The vehicle started to slow in front of a run down house, entering a rather large and jagged hole in the side of the same. The sounds of the vehicle died away as the engine was choked and a rather large platform started to descend with the two human occupants and their vehicle. Two large doors slid over them as the platform continued to lower. At this point, the toddler was awakened by the pangs of hunger that bit at his stomach. He stirred, these actions noticed by the rider, whom looked down at her passenger and smiled as she shook out her hair.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, blue eyes kind and soft.
"Yee-ah," the child whimpered.
"Here, this will hold you until Doctor X makes us some lunch," the rider said.
"What is it?" the child asked.
"Chocolate," the rider said. "You like chocolate?"
"Uh huh," the child said, stuffing his mouth with the candy.
The platform finally stopped, and the rider arose from the jetbike, walking smoothly to her chief, Doctor X. The latter was currently employed in his work, muttering things into a small tape recorder that he held near his mouth as he scanned the specimen that lay across the large operating table in the center of his cluttered lab. He didn't notice the two newcomers to his laboratory. He was so absorbed in his work; the dark rider came up silently, sneaking up on the unsuspecting doctor. Little Tre dropped the tin foil, in which the chocolate was wrapped in and said,
"Oopsy!"
This startled both man and girl, the doctor turning around so fast that the tool he held ripped through whatever it was he was working on, yelling out, "Great Scots!" The three shared a pregnant pause, until Tre said,
"Are you Doc-tor X?"
"Aye, laddy," the doctor answered, heart pounding. "And you are Tre Young."
"Uh huh," Tre said, playing with his fingers.
"Do you know why we took you from your daycare?" Doctor X asked.
"No," Tre answered sheepishly.
"Because you're going to be a Gundam pilot, young man!"
"What's that?"
"It's a special person that gets to do a lot of fun things," Doctor X said. "You like fun things, aye?"
"Yeah," the boy said. "But, are you going to make lunch?"
"Aye, I am," the man laughed.
With that, Doctor X walked off to a kitchen very near his cluttered laboratory. The black-clothed rider set the boy down on the operating table, next to the torn up robot and walked off toward the kitchen to help the doctor. The boy stole a glance at the robot, which was in the shape of a female, the chest cavity open. Tre pushed himself up and carefully walked to the head of this robot, trying to see what it looked like. Small metal conductors criss-crossed her flesh tone face, blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, and red lips pursed in a rested position. He scanned over the open chest, spying two mounds of flesh on either side of the body, dislodged from their apparent positions. He heard a voice tutting just then, and he felt himself being lifted up and then down onto the floor.
"Little Tre, ye shouldn't beh messin' in me work!" Doctor X said gently.
"Is that doll still malfunctioning?" the girl asked from the doorway.
"Aye, and it's supposed to act as a decoy fer yeh," the doctor said.
"That makes me feel a lot safer," she mused sarcastically. "But, you still try for me, and that makes me feel safe, grandpa."
Tre began training the next day, receiving the most grueling and rigorous physical activities a child was ever subject to. His body began to grow stronger, faster, and quicker with each passing day. His physique started to display that of a mini bodybuilder. The toddler was really starting his life as a Gundam pilot. All the while, the aforementioned mecha was being constructed with great attention to detail in the work, for Doctor X wanted this young boy to one day pilot the strongest, fastest, and most invincible Gundam in the colonies. Birthdays came and went for the boy, and he was about seven years old when he started a new set of training.
"Etiquette?" Tre asked one day.
"Aye, etiquette," Doctor X answered. "You've got be able to blend with the crowds in order to escape at some points, so you'll appear more refined if you are trained in etiquette."
"So now I have to learn what fork to use and all that?"
"Aye, lad."
"Dammit," Tre sighed.
"Watch your mouth, lad," Doctor X warned. "That could get you caught!"
"But I don't want to do this!" Tre complained. "You gotta give me something to work with here!"
"I'll make you a deal," the doctor said. "I'll let you learn guitar if you do this, AND I'll get you whatever guitar you want with whatever amp and effects you can dream of!"
"Are you for real?" Tre's eyes lit up. "Well, in that case, my dear doctor, I do believe we have to discuss our eminent course in the fine arts of manners and etiquette."
"Now you're talking, lad!" the doctor said excitedly.
-Two years later-
The open market was busy and crowded, and Tre, Layla, and Doctor X had gone shopping for food. While there, young Tre was bored, so he looked around for something else to look at. Soon, his eyes fell on a kitten with a crescent moon on its forehead. Tre rubbed his eyes and did a double take, just to make sure. Yep, sure enough, it was a golden crescent moon symbol right on the kitten's forehead. The kitten ran off and Tre after it. Layla turned to ask Tre something, when she panicked at the absence of his presence.
"Tre!" Layla called, along with Doctor X.
"Layla, me granddaughter," Doctor X sighed, "I trust you to look after that boy and yeh loose 'im."
"Grandpa!" Layla whined.
Meanwhile, Tre had wandered only ten feet off, into a nearby alley. The kitten turned to face him...and spoke.
"I've been waiting for you, Tre!" the cat said.
"Who the fuck is you?" Tre squeaked.
"My name is Coal," the cat said. "I was your guardian when you used to be Sailor Universe."
"Huh?" Tre said, bewildered.
"Many millennia ago, you were the strongest Sailor Soldier in the universe," Coal began. "You were awesome too! You had to be, because, you were appointed protector of the Sailor Soldiers, the Moon Court, the entire solar system we exist in now, and the entire Universe!"
"OK," Tre said slowly. "So what are you telling me now?"
"You've been reborn, so now you can be Sailor Universe again!" Coal said excitedly.
In front of the both of them, a shimmer appeared on the ground in front of them. It became brilliant, shining like a star, then it disappeared and a black handled knife with a funny symbol on it took its place. Tre picked it up. It was about ten inches in length overall, a black annotated blade with sharp, silvered edges took about five of those inches up. Emblazoned on the blade was a message in silver Japanese characters that read: "Peace is war." The handle was comfortable to hold, and it too had a silver symbol that looked like a U surrounded by a broad, slanted ring; this was the symbol of Sailor Universe.
Tre gazed at the knife with supreme interest, turning it over and over in his hands until he heard something in his mind order him to utter: "Universe Celestial Power."
Immediately he was surrounded by round, shimmering black energy bolts. Tre began screaming as he was engulfed by the energy. He emerged bedecked in a myriad of black clothes: black fatigues pants going into a pair of heavy, steel-toed combat boots, black long sleeve shirt with his insignia on it, all topped by a long, sleeveless trench. His weapons were a mixture of magic and modern. He had a very large sword that was about seven-foot-three in length, the very sword that killed him whence he battled Queen Beryl. In addition, he also had that staff which would turn into a horrible beam scythe. Finally he had a sleek version of an M16A2 - "a new addition," Coal said - which was tightly strapped to the right side of his back with the muzzle pointing toward the sky. Of course, his transform tool doubled as a close attack weapon.
Tre touched all the new things that he had on his person, even ventured to take a gander at his new gun. Tre noticed something about his gun that Coal had to explain.
"Your M16 looks as though it has a grenade launcher attachment?" Coal said.
"An M203, yeah," Tre confirmed.
"You'll learn an attack later that will allow you to make an energy bomb that you can launch out of there. If you were to do it with your bare hands, it could kill all the people around you. That's how you took out an entire planet once."
"So by putting it in a gun, it suppresses the energy enough to only kill what I target."
"Yesh."
"Yesh?"
"Yesh!"
"You say yes funny," Tre pointed out.
"Don't make fun of me!" Coal insisted. "Just deactivate your transformation and go home, Sailor Universe."
Tre thought about it, and it happened. His mental powers were awakened now. HE turned to hear the doctor and Layla calling for him, then turned back top say goodbye to Coal, but the kitten was gone.
'Weird,' Tre thought.
-Six years later-
Tre awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright and cold sweat enveloping his body. His neck length dreadlocks stuck to his face, his rapid respirations noisy in the still silence. He kicked off the covers and walked out of his room, toward the lab. He saw a lone light on, Layla sitting underneath the soft glow. She had fallen asleep on a book she was reading, drool seeping onto the already wet page and her noisy snores filling the room.
"Layla," Tre said, shaking her.
She immediately snapped awake and put a knife to Tre's throat, fully alert. She saw who it was and put the weapon away. Tre looked at her in an annoyed expression, as though he had gone through this before way too many times. She yawned, and asked,
"What time is it?"
"It's about two in the morning," Tre said. "I couldn't sleep."
"You're getting to be used to that lifestyle," Layla said dreamily.
"Why are you like that to me?"
"Like what?"
"As though you're in love with me? Why do you get that look in your eyes every time you talk to me?"
"If only you knew what a gentleman you've been despite all you're training," Layla sighed. "My grandpa taught you well with that etiquette."
"He did, didn't he?" Tre chortled. "I never thought in a million years that I could snag you! You're like, what, in your early thirties now?"
"God, that sounds so old!" Layla complained. "At least my grandpa is WAY older."
"Doctor X is old, ain't he?" Tre laughed. "Hey, I'm a go look at my Gundam some, wanna come?"
"Nah, I'm cool," Layla replied. "Night."
"Peace."
So, all alone, Tre went to the hangar of his completed Gundam. He swept his neck length dreads behind his ears, revealing the twin rings on each lobe, the one near the top of his left (making 3 on the left), and the two on his left eyebrow. 13 years in the making, this Gundam stood 128' 4" tall and had the look of its pilot. The Gundam DreadScythe had black, metal dreads hanging from its head, the mean look of its green eyes and red goatee. It appeared to have two rings where a left eyebrow would be on its gray faceplate. The torso had black metal armor of Neo-Gundanium in a muscular look, the rectangular pecs and abs all touched, showing nothing but black. The forearms were equipped with rectangular pacs that slanted upwards toward powder blue hemispheres resting on top of the pacs. These hemispheres illuminate the darkness around them. These pacs extended a black energy blade 30' long when ignited. The legs had the look of baggy, black pants stopped at about the mid-shin by black boots, instead of the odd look of the other Gundams legs.
Weapons came to the 150' version of Sailor Universe's sword and the 160' beam scythe staff, which wielded a black blade of energy. Plus, a long beam cannon with a barrel shaped like a square with slightly truncated corners, as seen from the opening of the muzzle. All along the gun were vent lines and during sustained charging, the gun would extend in two places revealing a wheel with slanted lines on it; the spiral vent. When the trigger was squeezed fast it would be a machine gun. That was Gundam 06, DreadScythe.
Tre took the cable ride up and sat in the cockpit. Tre put his arms out in front of him, palms facing down and slowly lowered his hands to the controls, wrapping them around the horizontal stick. The Gundam's control boards lit up and hummed. The view screens glowed to life, showing Tre the surroundings on the monitors.
'I can't wait to use this thing!' Tre thought to himself.
He then shut everything down and lowered himself down to the ground.
As he walked out of the hangar, he switched off the huge lights and threw the cavernous building into darkness. Tre then went up to his second floor room.
Tre's room was about 20' x 20' with a walk-in closet, a dresser topped with models of fighter jets, a huge office desk, a bed nestled into one corner, and a stereo system with monstrous speakers occupying an entire wall. In front of the speakers, all in stands stood a pair of 7-string Ibanez K-7 Head and Munky Anniversary Edition Signature Series guitars in A.D. 2001 vintage design, one black, one gray, both hooked up to its own Tone-Lok pedal arrangement. Next to the guitars, stood a 2003 Ibanez K5 Soundgear 5-string bass. All the instruments were connected to the monstrosity of amplifiers behind them.
Tre picked up the black K-7, slung the strap onto his back, and turned the amps up. He tuned the guitar to the perfect distortion, then let loose. He played riffs from artists who died MANY years ago, but he liked it better than today's music. (AN: I apologize if you don't like these bands, but hey, I respect your opinions.) He played the hard, heavy bridge of "Freak On a Leash" by KoRN, the slow melodic strumming of "Spiral" from Godsmack, plus the fast chorus and bridge of Static X's "This Is Not". Finally, the disturbingly eerie tunes of Disturbed's "Remember".
-One hour later-
Tre had put the bass down in its stand and moved to his bed. Before he could start, someone knocked at his door. He mentally opened it, and Doctor X stepped in. His gray eyes were rimmed with red, his face set in a tired expression of anger. Tre smiled sheepishly, turning off the amps with his mind and crawling his skinny ass into bed. Doctor X shut his door and left for his own bedroom.
Tre read his mind and found that he would be returning to his original family soon. Leaving? He didn't want to leave! He liked living here. He guessed there was a reason; what scientist, mad or otherwise, wanted to take care of a teenage boy with dreads who woke your old ass up at two in the morning?
A week later, the Youngs got a knock on their door. Jade got up from taking care of the family's lunch preparation to answer the door. She swung the door open to see a six-foot-two fifteen-year-old with dreadlocks. She seemed confused at first, so she asked the youth,
"May I help you?"
"Are you Jade Young?"
"I am."
The boy smiled at her, "Hi, mom."
Jade suddenly realized it was her youngest child Tre, and she fainted right in the foyer. The rest of the family came to the door to see what happened, and it was Matt Young that recognized his son without needing to ask. The older Young embraced Tre into a tight bear hug and brought him in. From a distance, Layla and Doctor X watched the boy return to his family. Layla shed a silent tear as the only man she loved walked out of her life, and Doctor X began to drive off.