This is my Gundam story. That means it's not yours or anybody elses. Not even Bandai's. Oh, yeah. I don't own Gundam.
Gundam:
The dark era:
Epilogue
AC 135:
Three soldiers carried a stretcher with a body on it into a high-tech-armed-recce vehicle. One particular man was weeping. They laid the man to rest in the back vehicle. The solemn man stayed there while the other two went to the front to pilot the vehicle. Then and there, the man made a vow...
That day, one mans fate changed the course of his family's history and another man lost his innocence forever...
AC 180:
One of the most infamous days in history: 1/15/80AC. A famous pacifists was assassinated: Henry Anderson. He was on his way to a space colony for a meeting in his private shuttle when it was attacked and destroyed by an unknown contingent of Leos. This was looked upon as a terrorist act, and the Alliance government demanded the terrorist be found and brought to justice. People marching in the streets demanded the same. By late that evening, war was declared on the Rebel forces...
A war that would intertwine the fates of three young souls...
AC 193:
Over the sparkling sea water, the thumping of a chopper's engine could be heard. The morning sun shone brilliantly on the water. Or, at least, those were Taylor's thoughts. He heard a bugging noise from behind him the helicopter. He turned and saw Rapter continually pulling back the slide on his .50 magnum. Each time he did, a round fell out. He did this until there was only one left. Then he pointed it towards his head and pretended to blow his head off. He then looked down stupidly. The cockpit door opened. A man motioned for them to come in. They got up reluctantly. They went and gazed out of the window. Taylor leaned into the console.
"Quite a view, isn't it?"
Rapter nodded.
"Quite."
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The end of epilogue. Please review.
Gundam:
The dark era:
Epilogue
AC 135:
Three soldiers carried a stretcher with a body on it into a high-tech-armed-recce vehicle. One particular man was weeping. They laid the man to rest in the back vehicle. The solemn man stayed there while the other two went to the front to pilot the vehicle. Then and there, the man made a vow...
That day, one mans fate changed the course of his family's history and another man lost his innocence forever...
AC 180:
One of the most infamous days in history: 1/15/80AC. A famous pacifists was assassinated: Henry Anderson. He was on his way to a space colony for a meeting in his private shuttle when it was attacked and destroyed by an unknown contingent of Leos. This was looked upon as a terrorist act, and the Alliance government demanded the terrorist be found and brought to justice. People marching in the streets demanded the same. By late that evening, war was declared on the Rebel forces...
A war that would intertwine the fates of three young souls...
AC 193:
Over the sparkling sea water, the thumping of a chopper's engine could be heard. The morning sun shone brilliantly on the water. Or, at least, those were Taylor's thoughts. He heard a bugging noise from behind him the helicopter. He turned and saw Rapter continually pulling back the slide on his .50 magnum. Each time he did, a round fell out. He did this until there was only one left. Then he pointed it towards his head and pretended to blow his head off. He then looked down stupidly. The cockpit door opened. A man motioned for them to come in. They got up reluctantly. They went and gazed out of the window. Taylor leaned into the console.
"Quite a view, isn't it?"
Rapter nodded.
"Quite."
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The end of epilogue. Please review.