Disclaimer: like I've said I don't own the Gundams, the piolets or the idea behind Gundam wing, I do own, Hawk, Terr, Ty, and Ben
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Hawk blinked and looked around. He was sitting in a van, and he recognized it as a prison transportation van. Hawk was sitting up his feet shackled and attached too the floor of the van. His hands where cuffed behind him.
Hawk grinned, primitive he thought very primitive. Reaching into the back pocket of his jeans, Hawk grinned even wider when he discovered his captors hadn't checked his pockets. If they had they hadn't done it very well. Carefully Hawk brought out a pin, he found the lock and began picking at it. The cuffs unlocked easily. Either I'm getting good at this or they're just getting too sloppy. Hawk thought. Once his hands where free, Hawk moved his attention too his feet. These where a bit harder, the lock on these where just a little too big for a normal pin. In order too unlock these, Hawk knew he would need his pick set. But none of it was around. Nothing including his guitar. Damn it Hawk thought. Quietly he tried too pick the lock with the pin, but it didn't work. After a few failed attempts, and a bloody hand. Hawk gave up. He looked around the windowless van, a wave of nausea swept over him. Hawk leaned against the steel side of the van and breathed deep. Have got too get out of here, before we get wherever it is their taking me. Suddenly he felt the van stop. Slipping the pin into his bandanna so that it wouldn't be detected Hawk sat there hands crossed across his chest. Just waiting for them too open the door. A clicking noise told him the doors where being unlocked. And sure enough seconds later, the doors opened, reveling 2 unarmed OZ soldiers and 10-15 more standing behind them guns aimed. Hawk rolled his eyes and put his hands up he grinned smugly at the soldiers who snarled.
"Damn how the hell did he get out of those shackles, they're supposed to be completely escape proof." One of the guards said. "Lets go!" He climbed into the van and removed the part of the shackles that was attached too the floor. He then yanked Hawk too his feet holding the chain connected too Hawks ankles. "Lets go I said!"
"Shut your flap I heard the first time, you son of a-" Hawk started too say, when one of the soldiers hit him in the head with the butt of his gun.
"You keep your thieving mouth shut!" Another soldier said.
Hawk felt blood dripping down his face. He was so tempted too fight back, but looking at the guns kind of figured fighting a group of armed soldiers would kind of be suicide. A soldier who by appearances didn't look much older then Hawk himself, forced Hawk's arms behind his back where they where once again cuffed.
"You break out of those again and I will shoot you," the teen hissed into his ear.
"You come near me again and I will break your neck!" Hawk hissed back.
The teen stepped back like he believed Hawk. And Hawk was tempted too laugh, what an idiot, not like I can do anything like this. Another soldier stepped forward and reattached the chain too the cuffs behind Hawk's back. A soldier on each arm they led him inside a large building and down a long corridor. Hawk looked around as they walked; there were OZ soldiers all around him, and with the thought that he'd be dead before he reached the exit, kept Hawk from struggling or trying too break free. They walked through a set of large heavy doors and led Hawk too one of the chairs and set him down in it and took their posts on either side of him. Hawk looked up, in front of him was long line of judicial benches. Hawk suddenly felt something he hadn't felt since he was younger, Hawk felt afraid very afraid of what was going to happen too him. A line of men in black robes entered through a door and sat down in seats behind a bench. One of the men stood up and stared hard at Hawk.
"State your name boy." He commanded.
Hawk glared and refused too say anything.
"Name!" another man said.
"I reserve the right too remain silent!" Hawk said grinning.
"Whatever boy. We will disclose your name eventually." The man took a file out and laid it on the table. He stared down at Hawk and read over the paper inside the file. "You've had a busy life haven't you boy?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Since you are technically still a minor we cannot imprison you." Another man said. "We can however give you two choices. The first being the obvious you being still a minor be sent too the Juvenal Detainment Center on Colony 124, there you remain until your 18th birthday. If your record has remained clean then you will be free. However the 2nd option seems much more appropriate for you, considering the fact this is not your first offense."
Hawk grinned
"I try," he said under his breath. His guard buddy smacked him hard upside the head.
"It has been decided that perhaps you should go into training and become an OZ soldier. There you will train under General Hart. This is not a vacation do not think that the minute you get there you will be operating a Mobile Suit, or even be within 200 miles of a MS factory. We hope that by capturing you Street Rats we can reeducate you too be fine soldiers."
"And if I was to refuse?"
"Boy you don't have a choice here." The man cleared his throat "So it is decreed so it is done!" he stamped the file.
The guards lifted Hawk too his feet.
"You shall stay in our containment cell until OZ officials come too collect you in the morning."
Hawk was thrown into a small cell. With his hands cuffed behind him and his feet shackled together there wasn't much Hawk could do besides lay down on the bed and close his eyes. Trying too piece together what had happened too him. Hours passed, Hawk knew he had too figure out how too get out of this, if he was going to join the war it would be for the colonies and for freedom. Not for control. Footsteps shuffling outside his cell popped Hawk's eyes open. He held his breath and listened.
"I have special permission too speak with the boy"
"And just who are you?"
"That is none of your concern lieutenant. I once again show you my papers giving me a full hour too speak with the boy, now either you open that door and let me inside or I will get the governors down here."
"Fine an hour is all you get."
The door opened and a tall man walked in. Hawk squinted in the darkened room. The man took a chair and sat next too the cot that Hawk was laying on.
"Hawk?" the man asked.
Hawk was shocked this man knew his name. Hawk was positive this wasn't Rock, his boss. Rock only used code names when speaking too his Rats when in public. Rock was in charge of every part of their thieving operation. He trained new rats, controlled the daily income, punished those who disobeyed him, and kept his gang from being caught by the authorities. Rock had been the one too take Hawk under his wing and train him too be a Rat. What Rock hadn't expected but was extremely thrilled about, was the fact that Hawk turned out too be the best thief of the gang he was better then Rock himself and was better then any of the other thieves who had been in the job 50 years or more. Hawk looked up and studied the man's face. The man was slightly younger then Rock, who was in his late 50s. Possibly this man was in his late 30s early 40s.
"If you are Hawk just answer me."
Hawk still refused too answer.
"Well then if you aren't Hawk, then this doesn't belong too you."
Hawk looked up, the man held his guitar.
"What do you want with me?" Hawk answered.
"Not here, just please tell me, are you Hawk?"
Hawk began thinking.
"Ya maybe,"
The man smiled.
"Good now that we got that out of the way." He stood up and reached into his pocket. Hawk jumped back a bit, thinking the man was pulling out a gun. Instead he pulled out a phone. "Yes, yes everything is set? Thank you, yes please inform the guard that I am taking the boy into my custody." He snapped the phone shut. And met Hawk's suspicious glare.
"Who are you and where the hell are you taking me?"
The man looked at him seriously
"I'll explain everything once we are on my ship." He walked towards the door. When he looked back Hawk had not moved. "Unless of course you want too stay here and become an OZ solider dying for a cause you do not believe in."
Despite his better judgment, Hawk stood up and followed the man.
"Guard!"
A guard's face appeared through a slot in the door.
"Your ready too leave already?"
"Yes and I have special permission too take the boy."
"Yes I received the message." The guard looked Hawk over "would you prefer a escort?"
The man shook his head,
"No I do not think that will be necessary."
The guard opened the cell door. And Hawk was met with bright lights. He blinked and shifted his head away. The long hours in the darkness then the sudden reentrance too bright lights was blinding him.
"If you would be so kind sir, please remove the shackles." The man commanded.
"Sir this boy, he's a Rat, he's not too be trusted."
The man chuckled
"I'm sure if the boy would have wanted too escape, as a Rat he would have escaped a long time ago as he has had plenty of opportunities. And we would not be having this argument. Now as I asked you before, remove the shackles."
The guards looked ready too argue but decided against it. He took a key off his belt and unlocked the cuffs around Hawk's ankles and the ones around his wrists.
"Just remember sir, you where warned."
"Yes thank you," the man said.
Hawk rubbed his wrist with his other hand, the cuffs had cut into his wrists and they where bleeding slightly he adjusted the chain the symbol of the Rats, Rock had told every Mouse as they graduated his school too become Rats that the chain that they where being presented was their diploma. They should never take it off as long as they remained a Rat. The man put his hand on Hawk's shoulder and guided him down the long corridor. A sign over a doorway told Hawk that they where heading towards a shuttle. Inside the small ship Hawk sat down in the co pilots seat, while the man sat in the pilots seat.
"Please prepare for release of ship, code 424, departing from Colony 32, government offices." A voice said. Hawk gripped the seat until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. He closed his eyes tightly and kept them that way until they where in space. Hawk opened his eyes, he saw the man punching in codes and pressing different buttons. Then there was silence.
"I'll keep her in autopilot until we reach the station." The man said breaking the silence.
Hawk looked out the window at all the stars, normally he never got too see them, because when he traveled too new colonies, he was stowing away in the cargo hold of transport ships.
"Wow" Hawk said admiringly, the stars where more beautiful from this view then from the colonies.
"I never officially introduced myself. I'm sure you've got many questions for me," the man said facing Hawk. "My name is Shepard, Dr. Benjamin Shepard. But you may call me Ben if you wish." He put his hand out.
Hawk started at it and shook it.
"Hawk"
"I figured that much." Ben said.
Hawk opened his mouth too ask a question.
"-Your wondering why I freed you from prison? And where I am taking you?"
Hawk closed his mouth and nodded
"Ya"
"Well before I answer those questions, may I ask you one?"
Hawk nodded
"How much do you remember of your father?" Ben asked.
Hawk looked away from Ben.
"Not a whole lot, died when I was 4 maybe 5 years old."
Ben nodded.
"Well, you may not believe this, and I really wouldn't blame you if you didn't." Ben cleared his throat "I knew your father."
Hawk stared at Ben in shock
"You knew my dad?"
A sad look washed over Ben's face.
"Not only did I know him, but your father was one of my best friends. I worked along side him,"
"Doing what?" Hawk ventured too ask.
"You will soon see." Ben said, "As your fathers friend I was asked by him too ensure that you received your inheritance."
"My inheritance?" Hawk inquired.
"Yes, in my possession is the only thing your father had left." Ben looked over at Hawk "it was his dream for you too receive it." Ben sighed and looked away removing the autopilot "I only wish it could have been sooner."