Chapter 2: Lost and Found.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam.

The next day onboard the Archangel, it was another day of transit. But it had one extra

passenger. The captain was in a spare room where man from last night was being treated.

"I've checked his condition. It appears he almost drowned, was electrocuted, and had

slight hypothermia. The water that showed up with him is saltwater." said the doctor. "So

who is he?" Asked the ship's XO, Ensign Bageil. "I went though his wallet. His name is

Erik Sosa. He is with the 'Armed Forces of the Untied States' or so his ID card tells me."

The doctor replied. "What I wanna know is where he came from?" asked LT La Flaga.

The doctor hand the man's ID card to LT La Flaga. "Look at his birthday." LT La Flaga

takes the card and flips it over. "Huh? Is this some kind of joke?" LT La Flaga said.

"What's wrong?" the captain asked. "Do you remember the old A.D. calendar? What

year in A.D. was the last year before we switched to C.E.?" LT La Flaga asked. "Why do

you ask?" the XO was confused. "I think it was about 2145 A.D." the captain said. LT La

Flaga holds up the ID card. "This guy is over 200 years old. This thing says he born in

1984." Everyone in room was in awe.

Back in modern times, it too was another day of transit aboard a different warship.

At 7:30 each morning the entire crew gathered in their respective locations about the ship

for their daily briefing. In one cramped room twenty people stood in two neat ranks

before four people; trying to keep their balance as ship was tossed around in the heavy

seas. "CF division, attention to Quarters." a man with a neat appearance and a slight

southern accent told his people. He looked between the two ranks. "Supervisors,

everybody here?" he asked. "Waters is on watch, along with Ng and Cheese" one voice

from the back said. "Where's Sosa? Somebody go and check his rack." He ordered. The

person on the end, closest to the door nodded and walked off. A short Asian woman was

the rank of lieutenant junior grade walked up and accepted a salute from the man. "At

ease people." Was all she said. Meanwhile, the one who went to check on Sosa ran into a

dead end. 'He's not in his rack, the head, or the berthing.' His thought to himself. He left

the berthing to go a fruitless search.

Twenty minutes later, CF division was still waiting for Sosa. The messenger

returned. "Did you find him?" the neat man asked. The messenger, a large tall man, said,

"No. I checked all of our spaces, the smokedeck and CIC. I can't find him anywhere." A

tall black man with the rank of senior chief petty officer shook his head and sighed. "Did

you check all the little nooks and crannies you all hide in?" he asked. The messenger

nodded, "Yes senior, even behind the LSD's." The senior chief walked over to the phone

and dialed four numbers. "Bridge, BM2." sounded across from the other end. He pressed

a small button on the handset. "This is Senior Chief Hargraves; ask the OOD if you can

pass the word 'FC3 Sosa, RADAR 3.'" He asked over the phone. "Aye, wait one." The

BM2 said. Up on the bridge the man on the phone turned around. "Officer of the Deck,

permission to pass word 'FC3 Sosa, RADAR 3'" A tall slender woman with brown hair

was holding on to a steel cable that went across the bridge as the ship rocked violently.

"Very well" she looked a little seasick The BM2 went back to the phone. "Sure thing,

Senior." then he hung up. He took out his boatswain's pipe and blows a short whistle

over the ship's announcing system. "FC3 SOSA, RADAR 3" is what all the

crewmembers heard. They waited.

CF division was send out to search again and again they came back empty

handed. They were all waiting in RADAR 3 as their leader went to talk to the XO. Five

minutes later a 'man over board' was called away. The ship was searched this time by the

entire crew. Nothing. No FC3 Sosa. They gave up and declared him lost at sea. This was

considered a normal cause in the Navy. Many were indifferent, some were saddened, and

few hated him creating a mountain of paperwork that they had to deal with.

Supportive criticism is much appreciated. This is my first try at fiction.