Gundam SEED: Future War
by DreamersLTD
If you can dream, then anything is possible. – DreamersLTD Motto
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my custom characters and mecha. And you will definitely know who or what they are as I WILL state it in my writing.
The year is C.E. 77. Most of Earth has united against the Plants and Coordinators, under the name, Earth Allied Federation, or EAF for short. Their leader is Belize Azrael. While that happened, The Coordinators had split. Those loyal to the Zala name, not the beliefs, formed their own government: the Zala Federation, with Athrun Zala, Aurina Zala, and Aurie Zala as their leaders. They were allied with Orb, since it was publicly known that Athrun has married the young Orb princess, Cagalli Yula Athha, or now, Cagalli Yula (Athha) Zala, and had two children with her. The rest of the Plants are under the leadership of Yzak Jule, with his wife Shiho Hahnenfuss Jule substituting in his place at times.
As a result of Orb uniting with the Zala Federation, the EAF has tried their best to either control Orb through corruption or destroy it outright. In both cases, Orb has endured, with minor casualties. Pooling their resources with the Zala Federation's, both benefitted from support provided by the other. In a short time, they created a combined army that answered only to Cagalli, Athrun, and Athrun's two siblings. The name of the force was the United ZO Guardian Front, or Guardians. They were given access to some of the most advanced equipment available to them from both sides. Their mission: to protect the peace of both nations.
(Somewhere in space)
"Quick! Pull back! Pu–AAAAAAHHH!!!" Explosions could be seen in the silent, dark void of space.
"Kevin! N-no! Not you! Stay away! AAAKKK!!!" The sounds of metal crunching could be heard.
"Please! Please spare me!!! NOOOOO!!!" The silhouette of a unit could be seen against the background of an explosion, its green eyes flashing.
More cries of pain, agony, and fear were heard as several more units exploded. Soon, the battlefield was quiet. "Mission accomplished team. Let's return to base."
"Understood." "…" "Yes, sir." "Too bad." Were the responses.
Four units hidden by the darkness of space quickly jetted off as the scene transitioned to another battle.
(Outside an Orb colony)
A group of M11C Murasames were being torn up by several new units with EAF insignias.
"Die, you traitors to humanity! Die and may your blood be spilled in honor of the rightful heirs of the universe! Long live the EAF!!!" Weapons' fire lit up the space surrounding the neutral colony.
"Evelyn! Dwayne! No!" wailed a young, female M11C pilot as two Murasames were bisected.
"Ceciel! Forget about them! They're gone! Focus on their killers!" commanded another M11C pilot.
"Understood... You bastards will pay!!!" Ceciel charged one of the units and managed to slice off an arm. She then kicked it towards her comrade. "Marcus! Finish him off!"
"Right behind you!" he yelled as he used both his sabers to X-cut the stunned unit. Despite their group efforts, the M11C team was now down to those two. "I think that 2-on-5 is hardly fair!" Marcus stated as he managed to slice off another unit's hand.
"I must commend your team's actions, but they were ultimately weak at the end... NOW DIE!!!" roared the EAF captain as he charged them both in his custom unit.
"He's too fast! I can't finish him off!" cried Ceciel as she attempted to lock on. "This can't be!!!"
"HA HA HA HA!!! TIME'S UP!!!"
The last thing that both saw was their cockpits collapsing all around them.
"MAAARRRCUUUSSS!!!"
"URK! C-CECIEL...!"
(At a hospital)
A blonde-haired female was in a room by herself. A soft chiming of the room's hospital clock awoke the young girl.
"W... where am I?" she murmured. Then all of a sudden, a flashback replayed in her mind.
"AAAAAARRRGGGHHH!!!" roared Marcus as his unit exploded, his attacker silhouetted by the blast. He then turned and charged her unit... and stabbed her unit's torso.
"MARCUS!!!"
"No... it can't be!!! He can't be dead! sob No..." She broke down crying. "Why, why did I live when he didn't?" she muttered through sobs.
A nurse then came into the room. "Oh dear, what's the matter? Why are you crying?" she asked.
"My... my... he's dead, isn't he!?"
"He's dead... Oh! You mean the young man that found near death in an M11C?"
"He's... he's not dead, is he!?"
"No dear, but..."
"But what!? Tell me!?"
"Umm... how should I put this? He's not dead, but he's no longer the man he once was."
"What do you mean by that!?!"
"Calm down. What I meant is that he's mostly not human anymore."
"How?"
"In order to save his life, we had to replace most of his body with cybernetic enhancements."
"But, is his mind alright?"
"We... honestly don't know. That's why I came here to see if you're all right so that we could take you to him. He hasn't responded to anyone. We were wondering if he would respond to his teammate. Do you feel up to it?"
"Yes! Please take me to him right away!"
"Alright, but by the way, your name is Ceciel, correct?"
"Yes, and you must be?"
"Nana."
After being given a change of clothing, Ceciel and the nurse went through several checkpoints and reached a distinctly different area. "This is where we operated on him. He's just through those doors. Go ahead. I've already notified the staff and security.
Ceciel tentatively entered the ward, where a man was lying on a bed; his lower half covered and strapped down, while his upper half was free and visible.
"Oh my god... Marcus..." she whispered as she closed the distance to his bedside. "What have they done to you?" She gently stroked his right arm, thinking only of how much pain he would be in. "Please open your eyes. It's me, Ceciel," she whispered.
As if someone was listening, his reconstructed eyes slowly fluttered open. The first thing that they focused on was the owner of that melodic voice. "Ceciel..." he weakly croaked.
"Shh... you don't have to talk. You're in pain. Just nod yes or no. Okay?"
A nod.
"Good. Can you still remember me?"
A nod.
"Do you remember what happened? What sent us here?"
Another nod.
"Can you move?"
A shake of the head.
"Can you try?"
Hesitation, then a reluctant nod.
"Then please try. Just try to sit up a little. Let me know that you can still move."
Marcus then slowly attempted to lift his upper half. He was in pain, as a tear managed to escape his reconstructed, and cybernetic, eye. Ceciel didn't hesitate to help him, even though he was heavy. Finally, they managed to get him to rest against the back.
Ceciel, not knowing what else to say, just began to cry as she attempted to comfort Marcus. "Marcus... I'm sorry... I was so worried that I lost you! Please... please recover quickly as you can. I'm so scared right now. Please... Marcus..."
While Ceciel broke down crying into his reconstructed chest, Marcus could only rub his left arm up and down her back while holding on to her left hand with his right. "Ceciel... It's not... your... fault..." he attempted to talk.
Ceciel immediately looked up with her tear stricken face. "Marcus... don't try to talk right now..."
He shook his head. "Then... please... Quit crying," he managed.
She calmed down, held him close, and soon after, they both relaxed into sleep... with their heads resting against each other. The nurse, who had observed all this, just gave them some time alone.
A couple weeks and several rehabilitation sessions later, Marcus and Ceciel were getting ready to check out. As they were leaving the hospital, an Orb officer came up to them.
"2nd Lt.'s Mauser and Green?"
Ceciel, somewhat unnerved that an officer would come just as they were checking out, reluctantly responded. "... Yes?"
The Lieutenant cleared his throat. "On behalf of the Orb Defense Force, you've been personally selected by Lady Athha/Zala, and cross-confirmed by Lord Zala, to join their new and personal Elite cadre of defenders of peace: The United Z.O. Front; better known as the Guardians. Should you decide to accept, then please pack any essentials you may need and head for Spacedock B. Departures for Phoenix Base will begin at 1200 Hours. Then, departures will be every two hours for 36 hours; ending at midnight tomorrow." The man paused to take a breath. "Should you not decide to join, then you may resume active duty within the Orb Defense Force in two to four weeks, should you so desire; courtesy of Lady Athha/Zala. If so, then immediately notify the Headquarters within this colony so that two other warriors may be chosen from a reserve list. That is all." Then the man handed them their Letters of Acceptance, which had a beautiful gold edging all around and had the official seal of Orb's current leader, Lady Cagalli Yula Attha Zala, stamped and emblazoned onto wax. Afterwards, the man left.
Ceciel and Marcus stood there for a long moment, then looked at each other. "... Marcus? What do think we should do?"
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he opened the letter slowly and cautiously. After all, it's not every day that someone gets a personal letter from the current head of Orb. With Ceciel holding onto his arm, they both read the text.
March 10, C.E. 77
Mr. Marcus Green,
I have personally chosen you and your lover, Ms. Ceciel Mauser, to join a new, unified ZAFT/Orb military force that only answers to me, my husband Lord Zala, and his two sisters. The official name of this force is the Unified Z.O. Front, better known as the Guardians. You, along with others, will join forces loyal to my husband's name and have access to better technology and excellent services.
I have heard of your recent casualties and I'm deeply sorry that this had to reach you as you were checking out of the hospital. I have given special instructions to let you and Ms. Mauser take some time off regardless of your decision. Enclosed with this letter is a list of flight times and a new rank for serving Orb well. Whatever your decision may be, may Haumea watch over you.
Cagalli Yula Athha/Zala
(Cagalli's signature)
(Athrun's signature)
Marcus and Ceciel were stunned. They had been watched by Orb's young leader, and had been given a new rank and some form of an apology. Even Lord Zala had signed the letter. They took one long look at each other, and then made their decision.
Sorry that it seemed somewhat rushed and not as detailed as I would like it to be. But for now, what did you think? Then you know the drill. No flames.