This is my Gundam story, not Bandai's. Just wanted to make sure we're clear on that. This ain't your story, either. So there.
Gundam:
The dark era:
Chapter 2:
The J.T.M.S.:
Three years ago...
AC 190:
A young blonde general walked through the double doors to join the other generals massing in the room around the table.
"You're late, general Treize." Said the old general at the end of the table.
"I'm sorry, general Noventa." Treize said. "I just had to retrieve a few files."
"It's perfectly alright." Noventa pointed to the chair nearest to him. "Please, sit down general Trieze." Trieze sat in the chair, just like he had asked him to. He laid his paper's out on the table in front of him. Then Noventa began to speak again. "Generals..." He said. "We've been gathered here today to discuss a proposition. The proposition in question was made by general Albert." The attention shifted to the dark haired man rotating a ring around his middle finger. "General Albert, is there something you wished to say?"
General Albert, Trieze had noticed, was rotating the ring on his finger very carefully to make sure nobody saw what was on it. He placed his other hand on top of the hand with the ring on it and leaned into the table with his elbow's. A smug grin spread across his face, and although he was looking general Noventa, Trieze got the distinct impression that he was taunting him. "Yes, sir. Under the advice and guidance of a friend of mine, I wish to ask you to devote $700 billion dollars in military spending to create a new multi-purpose unit that would have access to the most state-of-the-art equipment available. My friend that I told you about will contribute $615 billion. I have the files that detail the training programs, the criteria for entering, and the exercises and missions they will carry out."
Marshal Noventa extended his hand. "Let's see it, Albert."
Albert handed him the files. In this moment, Albert and Triezes' eyes met briefly. Fiery hatred was the only thing between them. You must be proud, Trieze thought, of making yourself look so good in front of Marshal Noventa. But that feeling will be short-lived. Soon, they'll find out what you are. Show yourself, Nazi.
By this time, Noventa had finished reading the first page and passed it to the next general. He then began to read the next page. "Why so expensive, Albert?"
Albert cleared his throat. "Well, that is for the weaponry, supplies, and training. None of these items are cheap."
"You plan to train them in the use of mobile suits, too?"
"Yes. We plan to teach them everything. Our plan is to name it the unit J.T.M.S., or Joint. Tactical. Munitions. Squad.."
"The training program is extremely demanding." Said the general nearest to Marshal Noventa, passing the first page and receiving the second.
"Well, given the position they will be in, we can't allow just anyone to get in. That would be a tremendous breach in security."
"Who will the first test unit include?" General Noventa asked.
Albert nodded toward Trieze. "I believe general Trieze has that information, sir."
"Yes, I do, sir. I have them right here."
"Read them."
"All right." General Trieze took his reading glasses out of his chest pocket and put them on. He began reading the names out loud.
"'Rapter' J. Lynch, first in command over the training program. Now, he won't actually be part of the unit, but he will assist them and go with them on some of their operations. Second in command over the training is Taylor K. Seabrook, and again, will not be part of the unit. He will have the same contract towards the unit as Rapter. The man in charge of medical supplies and the distribution of such aid and supplies is simply referred to as 'Doc.'. He currently stationed in his home country, Britain. He's not really doing anything over there, so he would no problem helping with the unit. People say he's bored. Anyway, that matters little. The unit may use the doctor as they see fit. As for the unit, there will be two lieutenants, two sergeants, and one captain. The two lieutenants will be Cris and Lee MacMurray, two brothers. I have assurances that they would do quite well in the unit. The two sergeants will be Fex Anderson and Kat. Those two both live in a small town called Proctorville, Ohio. Supposedly, the only connection these two have is that they went to the same school..." Once he finished that, he took a deep sigh. There was a long silence. He was obviously stalling.
"Well, come on." Marshal Noventa egged him on. "Who's the captain?"
"His name is Howie..." Treize said very quickly.
"And where is he right now?"
Treize did not look directly at Noventa. "He's at the new Alcatraz."
Noventa became confused. "Is he a janitor or something?"
"An inmate."
"I see..." Said General Noventa, letting out air as he spoke.
A flurry of whispering broke out almost immediately amongst the generals. This perturbed General Treize. It appeared that General Albert felt the same way, as his eyes had become shifty. He felt like his insides were about to bust out. Suddenly, General Albert burst out of his seat and waved his hand's in the air. "Order! Order! I need order!"
"General Albert! Compose yourself!" Scolded Marshal Noventa.
"Forgive my outburst, Marshal. I would like to request a recess until tomorrow. I would like time to convene with my superiors to find out what is the best thing I should do."
"Well, I don't know, I..." General Noventa looked at the generals on both sides. "General Treize, will a recess help you get yourself in proper order?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right. We convene here again in two days." Upon saying that, the generals filed out.
Later, General Albert returned to his room. He felt oddly that he was not alone, and there was a foul smell coming from somewhere nearby.
"So, I hear someone deliver their part correctly." Said a voice coming from his right as he put his coat away.
"It was that damned Treize!" Albert picked up a bible and opened it. "I quote the book of Exodus 4;10,'And Moses said unto the Lord, O my Lord , I am not eloquent, neither heretofore, nor since thou hast spoken unto thy servant: but I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue.'." He closed the bible and looked at the man directly opposite of him in the bottom right corner of the room. He was cradling a glass of wine, or what looked like wine. "Those must have been his thoughts."
"General Albert, what makes you think everybody else thinks the way you do?"
"You believe in the bible, don't you."
"Yes. Still, I don't think in bible terms like you do."
"Oh."
The man got up and drank some of his wine. "You needn't worry about a thing. I will take care of everything. I will take my leave of you now."
The man left. General Albert then turned to admire a Nazi cross on his wall.
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This is one step closer to solving the riddles. Who was the man in General Albert's room? What is he planning? Why did Howie get sent to Alcatraz? Keep reading, you'll find out! Oh! And don't forget to review!
Gundam:
The dark era:
Chapter 2:
The J.T.M.S.:
Three years ago...
AC 190:
A young blonde general walked through the double doors to join the other generals massing in the room around the table.
"You're late, general Treize." Said the old general at the end of the table.
"I'm sorry, general Noventa." Treize said. "I just had to retrieve a few files."
"It's perfectly alright." Noventa pointed to the chair nearest to him. "Please, sit down general Trieze." Trieze sat in the chair, just like he had asked him to. He laid his paper's out on the table in front of him. Then Noventa began to speak again. "Generals..." He said. "We've been gathered here today to discuss a proposition. The proposition in question was made by general Albert." The attention shifted to the dark haired man rotating a ring around his middle finger. "General Albert, is there something you wished to say?"
General Albert, Trieze had noticed, was rotating the ring on his finger very carefully to make sure nobody saw what was on it. He placed his other hand on top of the hand with the ring on it and leaned into the table with his elbow's. A smug grin spread across his face, and although he was looking general Noventa, Trieze got the distinct impression that he was taunting him. "Yes, sir. Under the advice and guidance of a friend of mine, I wish to ask you to devote $700 billion dollars in military spending to create a new multi-purpose unit that would have access to the most state-of-the-art equipment available. My friend that I told you about will contribute $615 billion. I have the files that detail the training programs, the criteria for entering, and the exercises and missions they will carry out."
Marshal Noventa extended his hand. "Let's see it, Albert."
Albert handed him the files. In this moment, Albert and Triezes' eyes met briefly. Fiery hatred was the only thing between them. You must be proud, Trieze thought, of making yourself look so good in front of Marshal Noventa. But that feeling will be short-lived. Soon, they'll find out what you are. Show yourself, Nazi.
By this time, Noventa had finished reading the first page and passed it to the next general. He then began to read the next page. "Why so expensive, Albert?"
Albert cleared his throat. "Well, that is for the weaponry, supplies, and training. None of these items are cheap."
"You plan to train them in the use of mobile suits, too?"
"Yes. We plan to teach them everything. Our plan is to name it the unit J.T.M.S., or Joint. Tactical. Munitions. Squad.."
"The training program is extremely demanding." Said the general nearest to Marshal Noventa, passing the first page and receiving the second.
"Well, given the position they will be in, we can't allow just anyone to get in. That would be a tremendous breach in security."
"Who will the first test unit include?" General Noventa asked.
Albert nodded toward Trieze. "I believe general Trieze has that information, sir."
"Yes, I do, sir. I have them right here."
"Read them."
"All right." General Trieze took his reading glasses out of his chest pocket and put them on. He began reading the names out loud.
"'Rapter' J. Lynch, first in command over the training program. Now, he won't actually be part of the unit, but he will assist them and go with them on some of their operations. Second in command over the training is Taylor K. Seabrook, and again, will not be part of the unit. He will have the same contract towards the unit as Rapter. The man in charge of medical supplies and the distribution of such aid and supplies is simply referred to as 'Doc.'. He currently stationed in his home country, Britain. He's not really doing anything over there, so he would no problem helping with the unit. People say he's bored. Anyway, that matters little. The unit may use the doctor as they see fit. As for the unit, there will be two lieutenants, two sergeants, and one captain. The two lieutenants will be Cris and Lee MacMurray, two brothers. I have assurances that they would do quite well in the unit. The two sergeants will be Fex Anderson and Kat. Those two both live in a small town called Proctorville, Ohio. Supposedly, the only connection these two have is that they went to the same school..." Once he finished that, he took a deep sigh. There was a long silence. He was obviously stalling.
"Well, come on." Marshal Noventa egged him on. "Who's the captain?"
"His name is Howie..." Treize said very quickly.
"And where is he right now?"
Treize did not look directly at Noventa. "He's at the new Alcatraz."
Noventa became confused. "Is he a janitor or something?"
"An inmate."
"I see..." Said General Noventa, letting out air as he spoke.
A flurry of whispering broke out almost immediately amongst the generals. This perturbed General Treize. It appeared that General Albert felt the same way, as his eyes had become shifty. He felt like his insides were about to bust out. Suddenly, General Albert burst out of his seat and waved his hand's in the air. "Order! Order! I need order!"
"General Albert! Compose yourself!" Scolded Marshal Noventa.
"Forgive my outburst, Marshal. I would like to request a recess until tomorrow. I would like time to convene with my superiors to find out what is the best thing I should do."
"Well, I don't know, I..." General Noventa looked at the generals on both sides. "General Treize, will a recess help you get yourself in proper order?"
"Yes, sir."
"All right. We convene here again in two days." Upon saying that, the generals filed out.
Later, General Albert returned to his room. He felt oddly that he was not alone, and there was a foul smell coming from somewhere nearby.
"So, I hear someone deliver their part correctly." Said a voice coming from his right as he put his coat away.
"It was that damned Treize!" Albert picked up a bible and opened it. "I quote the book of Exodus 4;10,'And Moses said unto the Lord, O my Lord , I am not eloquent, neither heretofore, nor since thou hast spoken unto thy servant: but I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue.'." He closed the bible and looked at the man directly opposite of him in the bottom right corner of the room. He was cradling a glass of wine, or what looked like wine. "Those must have been his thoughts."
"General Albert, what makes you think everybody else thinks the way you do?"
"You believe in the bible, don't you."
"Yes. Still, I don't think in bible terms like you do."
"Oh."
The man got up and drank some of his wine. "You needn't worry about a thing. I will take care of everything. I will take my leave of you now."
The man left. General Albert then turned to admire a Nazi cross on his wall.
__________________________________________________________
This is one step closer to solving the riddles. Who was the man in General Albert's room? What is he planning? Why did Howie get sent to Alcatraz? Keep reading, you'll find out! Oh! And don't forget to review!