Author's Note: I would just like to say that the newest addition to the OC cast, Yuuan, is the creation of Archsage Soren who was kind enough to allow me to use him. Thanks a lot buddy and now for the rest of you, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or Archsage Soren's Yuuan and Jason.

Warning: language, major spoilers of The Maxwell Project

Enter Chang Wufei

"Let us go over this one more time," a soft yet stern voice commanded. Sitting upright with his arms crossed and his onyx eyes deadly serious was Chang Wufei, experiment #15555 of a secret project under the supervision of X Associates, Inc. or XAI for short.

Across from him sat another boy, this one with straight, black, shoulder length hair with white tips and long bangs named Jason Ciliars, experiment #10615 and the Master of the Wind as he called himself occasionally.

Jason understood why Wufei wanted to go over the information again but even he was getting tired of repeating it over and over again. They had yet to leave base and every hour they delayed, the further Solo and his sidekick got from them. He was itching to get into it, fight this time even.

Sighing a huff, he sat up straighter and said, "Solo is invincible to all attacks and/or hits to him. Punch him and he'll shrug it off like it was nothing. His invulnerability has also given him increased strength and speed so he'll use anything he can get his hands on as a weapons or a projectile, one of his preferred methods of fighting. Otherwise, he likes to get up close and use hand-to-hand combat skills. Don't mess up his hair; I don't know why just don't do it.

"His smaller partner, Duo, is unknown to me. As I watched him fight Dustin and Justin, I wasn't able to deduce his powers. All I know is that he is able to create a barrier of some kind, hold objects up in the air, and even use his power to move himself around the battlefield. At first, I thought he had telekinetic powers and while there were some similarities, it was still different enough that I had to conclude it wasn't that. He's aggressive in battle but he usually waits for you to make the first move first before countering on his own."

"And what about your previous partners?" Wufei asked.

"All of them are dead," Jason dutifully answered. "Isley was the first of us to fall and we are unsure how that happened. Dustin and Justin were the next to fall as Duo somehow transported himself behind Dustin and impaled him with a metal bar and he short-circuited Justin by spraying a geyser of water at him."

"And how did he do those things?" Wufei questioned.

"That's why telekinesis and psychic powers don't match up with him," Jason replied. "Somehow he slowed Dustin and Justin down and got behind Dustin when he killed him. As for Justin, I don't know how he did that one because I was paying more closer attention to Solo and Mobias at that point. All I know is that he busted open a water tower."

"What about the second group?"

"I wasn't of sound mind because Mobias had given me some alcohol before that fight but I have gotten the reports from the morgue guys."

"And what did they say?"

"Vera was torn in two pieces, most likely by Solo. They think he may have used a knife to do it. Yun was found with one of his tentacles shoved down his throat."

"He suffocated?"

"Not enough time to do that. His own acid ate up his insides. Curtis' head was removed and Risk was found with a bunch of tree branches sticking out of his body. There wasn't anything left of Kyle but the reports mentioned something about dust for some reason. I believe that Duo killed all three of them but the morgue guys said that he could have only killed Kyle and may have gotten Curtis but Risk they couldn't figure out."

"And Mobias? What happened to him?"

"You should know that; you're the one you killed him."

"That was Mobias? Doesn't matter now, does it?"

"No, it doesn't," Jason agreed. "He deserved it. Now, what are we going to do about Solo and Duo?"

"I think I know more of what they can do now," Wufei mused aloud. "When we face them, they shouldn't be too much trouble now that I know what to expect. Tomorrow we'll head out and track them down. In the meantime, I want you to rest while I make a request for additional group members. I think we'll only need two others for this if everything goes all right."

"Two?" Jason repeated, skeptical. "Why not bring ten others? Why just two?"

"They have already beaten ten others," Wufei retorted.

"Hey, I haven't fought with them yet," Jason interrupted, giving the Asian youth a glare.

"Nine then," Wufei amended. "They've defeated nine already, what makes you think taking ten others is going to have anymore significance?"

"And two will have significance?" Jason countered, crossing his arms defensively over his chest.

"Numbers alone won't take down one who is invulnerable and one whose powers defy logic," Wufei stated. "However, if one properly strategizes and uses their resources to their full potential, they'll be able to accomplish more than a mindless mob. It's not the strongest opponent that wins the fight. It is the smartest."

"The smartest, huh?" Jason said, still skeptical.

"I already have two others in mind that will allow us to accomplish the mission efficiently and expediently," Wufei continued. "I will make my request now but I do not foresee anything that could have our superiors refuse. Go get some rest now. We're going to need all we can get."

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Yuuan Yoshireko was currently in a state of distress.

You see, Yuuan was not the most impressive person you could ever see. For one thing, he was short. Another thing was that he was a bully magnet, what with his small, thin, nearly bony body, Asian characteristics of an unknown origin, dull brown eyes, short black hair, and the attitude of a wimp about to get wedgied into the next century. Even his own powers weren't very useful in warding off the verbal assaults he was usually subjected to, unless he used it to bribe certain individuals. However, it was the guys at the top who were interested in him and they had been the ones to brutally put a stop to his torment.

Put an emphasis on brutally and you got the severity of what they did to the others.

But it wasn't as if he was lonely in this place, far from it. He had a best friend, at least there he had more of something than anybody else except his best friend himself. That best friend was a giant of a boy, one towering over seven feet tall if not eight, his body gigantic with muscles, but he had the IQ of a sponge, if not lower. Still, it was apart of his charm and this behemoth of a person relied fully on him to think for him. That is to say, Yuuan would help him with little decisions that most people could do any day and took for granted.

Despite that, nobody messed with Sigmund since he was prone to rages whenever he, Yuuan, was being teased and taunted. Sigmund was incredibly strong, strong enough to punch holes through the reinforced concrete that surrounded them all day in and day out, but his powers resided mostly in his ability to regenerate. You could cut the guy's entire arm off and it would grow back in the same exact condition it had been before being removed. He was effortlessly scarless from all the experiments and sessions he had had with the men in white coats but the majority of damage rested in his mind. Yuuan supposed that if one was to loose all semblance of intelligence, this would be one example of it.

He and Sigmund were complete opposites in every single way except for the one thing they had in common: their lack of self-confidence. Yuuan found that he could relate to Sigmund in ways he couldn't with others and that brought him back to the reason why he was distressed.

Sigmund was leaving to go on some sort of "mission" and was going to leave him all alone, just as he had been when he was first brought here after being kidnapped.

Yuuan didn't want that, he didn't want it to happen at all.

"But why does it have to be you?!" he wailed as he tried to wrap his arms around Sigmund's waist which was engorged with muscle upon muscle that he couldn't even accomplish that feat. "Why couldn't it be somebody else?!" he continued, crushing his head against the enlarged abdominal muscles, tears streaming out of his eyes.

It wasn't as if he expected an answer. Sigmund had no understanding of this and thus was confused as to what to do. Normally when Yuuan was like this, he would go out and find what made Yuuan cry and bash it into pieces. But what could he do if he couldn't understand what it was that was making him, Yuuan, cry in the first place?

"It's not fair, it's not fair," Yuuan continued to sob. "I don't want to be alone here. Michael and Astaroth will pick on me and…and…"

Yuuan could feel those enormous yet gentle hands on he incredibly thin shoulders and with the slightest amount of his strength, Sigmund pushed him away. Yuuan looked up at the giant with red, puffy eyes from which tears continued to spill forth from.

"Yuu…" Sigmund managed to utter but nothing much else came forth. Yeah, it was a bit hard keeping one's patience when trying to communicate with a person that had an extremely hard time communicating with words but Yuuan's patience was great enough that a saint would be jealous of it. Most of the time, Yuuan only needed grunts and guttural words to be able to understand what Sigmund was trying to say. That was another difference between the two: Yuuan had a brilliant mind and an IQ to rival that of Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking while Sigmund…didn't. But it was only to Yuuan that Sigmund could communicate to the rest of the world and there was a strong trust the two of them had to build, one where Sigmund could trust that Yuuan would say what he himself wanted to say Yuuan wouldn't betray that trust as long as Sigmund protected him from the other aggressive boys.

Yuuan stared up into Sigmund's glossy brown eyes. He could see that there was somebody in there and yet that person wasn't close to the surface. Truly, it was the one place a person could look to what the sessions had done to him. With other people, a person could see the brightness in them that symbolized life, a kind of life that could not be counterfeited no matter how hard someone tried. Sigmund's were more dead than they were alive but Yuuan could see that small trace of light in them and he knew the real Sigmund, whoever he had been before he had been experimented on, was still in there, watching yet unable to convey what he was feeling.

It was sad, really it was. There was no other way to explain it.

"Please," he continued to plea. "Don't leave me…please…"

The dead eyes stared down at him until they hardened in a way that Yuuan had only seen when the larger boy was about to do something, something big and more than likely not allowed. Who knew how many times Sigmund had been shocked by those tazers those men always carried…

The hands on his shoulders tightened and began to tug him forth. The Asian boy looked up at the giant in puzzlement, wondering what his friend was up to. As Sigmund led him to a strange piece of black material, Yuuan wondered what it was that Sigmund wanted him to do. Then he was able to pick out distinguishable features from the black material and he figured out that this thing, whatever it was made of, was some sort of suit. It was large, it had to be to fit all of Sigmund's bulk but from his internal calculations, he figured that there would be a tiny bit of room left over. This suit would be just a little bit loose on him…

And then he figured out what Sigmund wanted. Looking up at the giant in wide-eyed wonder, he let an enormous smile split his face in half. It was going to be a tight fit but as long as no one looked too closely, then they might be able to pull this off.

"Thank you," he breathed out, the tension in his body fleeing from him. "Oh thank you so much."