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Hey all you happy people. It's me, your favorite author and I'm out of basic training. Enemies of America, start shaking in your turbans, I'm a one man army…err Air Force.

Anyway, I found time to start up my fiction again, and I had plenty of time to think about the new plots. So here we go!

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you:

Gundam Wing: A New Threat

By: timaru2003 (Revised by HeeroYuy1995, a.k.a. Matt-chan)

Chapter 16

Myth Island – Fuji Islands region, Pacific Ocean

            It was evening, and yet the birds were deathly quiet. Not a sound was heard from anything. The hangars were abandoned and even the houses where the AGT stayed with their significant other seemed almost destroyed. Tim noted this as he silently walked on the path through the dense undergrowth of the island. He had just returned from over four months of training at the Jedi Academy taking a crash course in the art of the Force even though he discovered that his skill was not a good as Luke Skywalker's, he was skilled in several areas. He had returned to the Gundam Dimension hoping his new skills would benefit the team in its fight for good.

A shrill scream brought him out of his pondering as to the fate of the AGT and sent him running down the path at a speed no normal human could attain. Tim had forgone his Spectersuit in favor for a trench coat that looked like Neo's from the Matrix. He burst into a clearing and the sight that beheld him was horrendous. The AGT and OGT were sprawled out around a single person who was holding Dorothy hostage. The others were definitely dead; you didn't need to be a Jedi to spot a severed head. Tim knew there would be time for mourning his dead comrades later, he had to save Dorothy.

The mysterious assassin wore a hooded robe similar to the one Tim wore, and his obvious weapon of choice was the same as Tim's: a light saber. This worried Tim. Only one other person in the Gundam Dimension knew how to even remotely use one of the amazing weapons, and that person had a personal grudge against Tim. The figure acknowledged Tim's arrival with a single swipe of his weapon to Dorothy's neck, decapitating her. Tim didn't scream and didn't even flinch; he just whipped out his saber and leapt at her murderer with a force assisted jump. His saber contacted his enemies with a shower of sparks as the two battled for supremacy. A glint of metal and a lightning flash brought Tim's heart to a stop as he got his first glimpse of his enemy: Himself, or rather the Invid Simulagent that had impersonated him so well so many months ago.

With a flurry of moves, Tim managed to break though his defenses, and deliver a killing blow. Even as the body settled to the ground, it started laughing, as a countdown began to count from a watch that had appeared on its arm. The laughing grew louder as the count became smaller and smaller. Tim just stood there and watched it count to zero and when it did, brought his saber up in a pose of surrender as a bright flash of light drowned out everything.

Catalonia Summer Estate – Outside Vierzon, France

Tim woke with a start. It had all been a dream, a rather disturbing dream but only a dream. The sun had just started rising and it was looking like it was going to be a nice day. Tim had been staying at Dorothy's Estate since his quiet return a few weeks ago, trying to mend a few bridges with the love of his life. He had not had much contact with his comrades-in-arms since he had arrived; they had obviously decided to give Dorothy and him some space. He was staying in the guest wing of the sprawling mansion for the time being, and knowing Dorothy, she would be up and about, and probably to tend the garden of roses that grew in the back. He crawled out of his bed and threw on his robe. While his Spectersuit was his choice of threads for missions still, the robe he had chosen for his Jedi robe would suffice in most other situations. He then grabbed some remote targets and his light saber, heading out the window as to not awaken anyone, to the garden, hoping to clear his mind and practice his saber technique.

A Few hours later…

            Tim had been at it for hours and had gained an audience. Dorothy had been observing him as he practiced with the remotes and had actually begun to enjoy the simple purity of the saber art. Of course there was the matter of the visitors that would be arriving in a few hours. The AGT would be there soon to visit and to plan their next move in their war on Osama and crew. Of course the meeting would not be a pleasant one, Co. Une was not happy with the security breach posed by the Simulagent that had taken Tim's place, and Dorothy was unsure weather even a Jedi could survive a mad Col. Une. Dorothy took a last look at a still fighting Tim as she went into the house to get ready for the guests.

            Tim on the other hand was too busy to notice the attention he was getting as the remotes he was using had been set to the highest setting possible and were giving him at least a small challenge. Of course he was still disturbed by the dream he had that previous night. It was puzzling that all those events seemed almost connected somehow, but he just wasn't sure how they were. A quick set of swipes and the three remotes were turned to scrap parts lying on the warm ground. He shut off his light saber and headed back to the guest room to get cleaned up and ready for a most interesting meeting. A quick shower and shave, mixed with a clean set of clothes and Tim was ready for anything. The noise of multiply vehicles coming up the drive indicated that the team had arrived on time.

Tim headed out the door, mentally preparing himself for the reception he was going to receive, since he had left almost as soon as he had returned from his first visit to the SW universe. Hearing voices in the foyer area, he started down the hall to meet his destiny.