"Cole Roland!" A dark-haired professor yelled up to a boy asleep in the back of a traditional college classroom. The boy was still sleeping, his brown hair completely covering his face. The students around him laughed as the professor walked up the steps, making his way to this problem child. "I'm not sure if you understand correctly, but here at the Mars College, we expect our students to--" Cole turned his head.
"In order to compensate for battle on Earth, you have to rewrite the OS based on the friction coefficient and contact pressure of the terrain, not to mention compensating for weight displacement, depending on what type of suit is used." The professor stopped halfway. "But it has to be prepared before battle, or else you're sunk… quite literally." Cole lifted his head, smiling. "That's why I prefer space. You don't need to worry about drowning." The professor smiled a bit, turning around.
"Quite correct, though a bit rusty on the details. You are paying attention." The professor walked down the steps and back to his podium. "However, I need for you to stay awake in class, Mr. Roland. It doesn't matter if your mother is the Chairperson of Aube or Queen of the Earth." The other students laughed again, facing the front.
"Yes, sir. I'll try my best." Cole sighed, pulling out his notebook. He began to sketch what looked like a mobile suit as the professor finished his lesson. A while later, the bell rang, the students gathering their things and leaving. After everyone left, Cole moved down to the front and to the professor. "Professor Tilbit… I need a bit of help with something…" Tilbit smiled again. "I'm having some problems with my History classes. I was wondering if you could help me with it."
"Well, sure. What do you have so far?" Cole rubbed the back of his head, laughing quietly. "I see… Well, let's start with the most recent war." He said, showing Cole to a front seat. He sat down, taking his notes out. "About 25 years ago, Cosmic Era 170, the PLANTs received a great shock from what is now know as the Second Bloody Valentine. However, this specific PLANT was the epicenter of all ZAFT political relations and quite a blow to the entire faction. It was then that another faction known as Psy Ops arose, lead by Commander Airon Hito, to answer the call of protecting the PLANTs and defeating the enemy during the Shining Star War." Cole raised his hand. "No need to raise your hand, son."
"Sir. I've heard many rumors about the fact that Psy Ops themselves were the ones responsible for the Second Bloody Valentine, and Airon Hito was more of a dictator than a savi--" A fist hit the professor's desk.
"Such rumors are false and misleading. You shouldn't believe them if you want to stay alive!" Cole, shocked, sat up a bit. "Sorry… Now, let's get on to the major battles…" As if compelled, Cole turned his head, looking outside. In the courtyard was a man dressed in all black, wearing sunglasses, which were partially covered by his long dark hair. He held up his hand and walked off, leaving Cole's view. Cole turned back to the professor, writing the notes down. After a few hours, the professor closed his books, looking to Cole.
"Thanks a lot, Professor Tilbit." Cole stood up and walked over, bowing. Tilbit smiled, watching Cole leave. As the door closed, Cole sighed. "Damn… That's three more teachers who disagree… But I know it's true… Huh?" He looked to his right, seeing the same man from before. "Um, are you a professor here?" The man shrugged.
"Well well, that is a tough one… I can teach you, yes, but a professor is not my kind of profession." Cole sighed, walking up to the man. "Right… So what do you want to know, kid?" Cole pulled out a small sheet of paper, showing a picture of a sword with two great white wings sprouting from the hilt. "Oh, that… For that, we need to find someplace a bit more private." The man motioned for Cole to follow him. After taking quite a few twists and turns down hallways and corridors, the two finally came to a vacant classroom. "This place has been closed down for repairs. Obviously to install cameras or something. They're probably not in yet. Come on." He opened the door, letting Cole in first. Cole stepped further into the room and turned around, grabbing something in his pocket. The man closed the door. "You want to know about… Leonheart?" Cole gasped, letting go of the object and dropping it on the floor. It was a combat knife that looked fairly old. "I see… In the end, you don't trust me? I'm glad your mother raised you that way." Cole looked at the man, loosening up a bit.
"You know my mother? Melina Roland!" He sighed, laughing. "Well, I guess a lot of people would know her… But did you know her personally?"
"You could say that." The man smiled, pulling off his sunglasses. He had deep ocean blue eyes that peered into Cole's soul. "So, what's your name?"
"Cole. Cole Roland." The man sighed again, putting his hand to his face. "What's wrong with that."
"Nothing nothing… I told her not to name you after him…" Cole looked a bit surprised. "It's only natural that you'd be curious about who you're named after. In fact, I was there with him on the battlefield long ago." Cole smiled, putting his books down.
"So, you can tell me how it really happened, huh!" The man sighed, lowering his head. "To tell of one story, I must give another… Or rather a precursor." Cole looked at him with a strange face. "I'll need to take a long time to explain." Cole grabbed a chair, pulling it up to near the front. After a few seconds of blinking, the man smiled, chuckling. "All right. It began some amount of years before the Second Bloody Valentine and the Shining Star War… I never remember how many, but it doesn't really matter. He started his journey on the moon…"
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The sun shone brightly upon the surface of the moon, glimmering amongst the craters. Stepping up from one of them was a large, blue, armor-clad mobile suit. The armor reflected the sun's light, giving the blue a bit of virtuality. Inside the cockpit, the pilot was running checks on the weapons and equipment. "Sensors check. Steam vents check. Verniers check. Minovsky Drive working at optimum efficiency. Reactor power is at13.2 MW." The pilot pulled off his helmet, revealing his face. It was a boy, with short dark brown hair and sapphire blue eyes. He had a pair of sand goggles around his neck and a pendant of a winged sword under the goggles. He pressed a few of the buttons, making the mobile suit walk off the rill of the crater and onto the moon's smooth surface. "Reaction time is a bit slow… It must be build-up." He moved the arm controls around, checking them as well. "These are just fine… I guess that's what I get for crawling on dunes and craters." The mobile suit turned. As it did, the boy flicked a switch on the dash, turning on what looked like a camera. "Maintenance video #0021. This is Cole Leonix, now testing weapons capabilities of the Full Armor Enhanced ZZ Gundam with the newly installed Minovsky Drive and fusion reactor. Now testing power output of the Double beam rifle and High mega Cannon." The mobile lifted its right arm, aiming the large rifle positioned on its forearm and the cannons on its head at a small mountain. "3… 2… 1… Firing." The beams blasted at the mountain, obliterating the top part of it. Cole looked down at the console. "Power output:21 and 48 MW respectively. Damn… Now testing power output of Hyper Mega Cannon." The mobile suit lowered its arm and repositioned itself. On the torso of the suit gleamed the cannon, which was now charging. "3… 2… 1… Firing." The suit was blown back a few kilometers as the beam blasted from the cannon, firing into the rest of the mountain. As it hit, a large amount of dust and steam surrounded the area. After the dust settled, there was a skid mark on the moon's surface. "Whoops… Oh. Power output: 72 MW… Note: Transfer more power to High Mega. Take energy from Hyper Mega." A whistling sounded on the suit's speakers.
"That was quite impressive, Mr. Leonix." Behind the ZZ Gundam was a white Taurus. "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt, but my boss wants a word with you." The ZZ turned around, facing the Taurus.
"Then I am sorry as well, for I do not wish to meet anyone at the moment. And you are..?" The other pilot opened a visual, saluting. He was wearing a dark purple ZAFT uniform.
"For now, call me XNS. I am here to talk with you about joining our cause. We are gathering a number of coordinators together to create a faction of our own called Psy Ops. Would you care to join?" Cole smiled, laughing a bit
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a coordinator. I'm just a natural." XNS frowned, a bit annoyed. "But I'm flattered you think I am one. However, I will not join any faction yet…"
"Well, I'm not giving you a choice… I am a coordinator after all, and I never let a natural beat me. Either you join us or I kill you on the spot." Cole smirked, lowering his head.
"So… you're all from ZAFT?" XNS looked a bit confused. "Your uniform… You're a group of former ZAFT pilots, correct?" XNS nodded. "Sorry, ZNS, but I can't bring myself to work with those I have fought against for years." XNS got angry, yelling into the comm..
"It's XNS! You really do want to die don't you!" The Taurus lifted its beam rifle and fired. As the shot got closer, Cole looked up. His eyes were glowing a flame red. The ZZ strafed to the side, dodging the shot by far. It then ran at the Taurus, pulling a beam saber out. In a flash of light, the Taurus had lost its beam rifle and its legs. The ZZ then lifted its double beam rifle up.
"Never underestimate your opponent!" As he spoke, the rifle got right up to the Taurus' head, blasting it clean off as Cole finished speaking. The rest of the suit floated off into space. "Next time you try walking into the lion's den, bring a faster mobile suit." The Taurus floated off into space, immobilized. Inside the cockpit, Cole sighed, his eyes turning blue again. "Well now… Power output of Hyper Beam Sabers: 1.2 MW. Normal power. This ends Maintenance video #0021. Cole out." The screen blinked, showing a timer of the small fight. It read 00:05.73. "Damn… I guess I shouldn't hold back next time. Well, that bastard better watch it next time he sends a flunkie to fight me." The Full Armor Enhanced ZZ Gundam blasted off from the Moon's surface, flying away from the moon.