Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ Blended Dimensions ❯ Operation Meteor ( Chapter 10 )

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In the last episode...

We go into the minds of the Tendo's, the Saotome men and Ukyou Kuonji. With the arrival of Bud things start to get heated up with Genma assaulting him only to meet with a foot to the nuts and into the pond. Days go by and Buddy eventually meets Tatewaki Kuno, become friends with Nabiki, Akane, Ranma and even gets into a relationship with the lovely okonamiyaki chef. Nabiki sets up Kuno to be 3D'd into a table, set up by Buddy and Ranma. In Ranma's mind, we discover that his cursed form really is in his mind! Or so we thought. It seems she holds a grudge against certain people and clearly tells Ranma that sooner or later she will have control and people will die. She even tells him that it will be his choice too. And she was right. After being caught by Akane with Kodachi the Black Rose, drugged and having his penis sucked off, he feels dejected and walks around town only to end up back at the Tendo dojo. Wanting to check up on Akane, he finds her screwing his rival. Ranko/ID was right, he will give her control willingly and he does. He kills Ryoga in a most horrendous way and rapes Akane. On the otherside of town Buddy, Ukyou and Nabiki are engaged in some hot three-way action with Buddy taking both of their two virginities. Vaginal and Anal. But sadly, everything has to end as Bud leaves the two behind not wanting them to be apart of his curse but promised to return one day. He takes Ranma/Ranko along with him, not wanting his friend to suffer in a world were he was a wanted man. With everything done, Buddy, Ranma and Montel head into space and fold to the next dimension..

Blended Dimensions
By Bud

Chapter 10: Operation Meteor

Generations ago, with a great dream for the future human-kind departed from planet earth, seeking a life on space colonies. But as time went by, the World Federation brought the colonies under its control one after another using his overwhelming military power in the name of peace and justice. After Colony, Yeah 195. The begining of Operation Meteor. It was a secret operation by a few colonies which tried to stand against the Federation, specifically a secret organization called OZ. The operation was to secretly smuggle specially camouflaged combat weapons onto the earth. However, the operation had been detected by Federation leaders.

What they didn't know about was the sudden appearance of a special variable that would somehow turn the tide of Operation M in unknown ways.

An observation satellite in orbit around the earth, one of the many technological advances of this day and age. Minor compared to the advancement of combat mecha, it still was part of the multitude of steps that finally led to the completion of the Colonies. However, this was a military outpost capable of supporting itself while monitoring the spaceways to and from the earth. Right now, soldiers monitoring these stations are picking up signals on their sensors.

"Slight gravity shift was observed between Lagrange Point A-X and G-Y." A soldier stated. He was dressed in a fancy uniform similiar to those of old German during World War II, except in a burgundy color with gold trim just like his comrades that work along side him. "The object will reach the earth's atmosphere in 600 seconds." Another soldier moves up next to him glancing at the console.

"Not just one, huh?"

"Right. The radar reports five metal objects approaching earth." Another sensor went off. "And now we have an object that seemed to just appear out of nowhere near one of the old International Space Station."

"Report this to Lt. Zechs, just in case." The second man turned to do whatever he was doing. "I'm sure they're just pieces of an old satellite or something, though. And the other anomaly could be just the same; it is abandoned you know. Just report it to the 'Lightning Baron'."

"Roger!"

Approaching earth's atmosphere was a small transport shuttle heading back to its base somewhere on the blue planet below. Said person, Lieutenant Commander Zechs Merquise or Lt. Zechs as he prefered, member of OZ's Specials Team and one of the high ranking soldiers in the Federal Alliance military. He earned the alias of the Lightning Baron, given to him for his skill as a soldier and a commander; a name that he retains to this day for his lightning quickness in any mobile suit and his blitzkrieg-like strategy he uses when in command of the battlefield.

Zechs, at first glance, looked to be around 20 to 25. But with the silver mask adorning his head like a helmet he could be younger. He stood at a good 5'11. Platinum blonde hair spilled forth from the back of his head from under the helmet-like mask that he wore. He was dressed in an officers uniform; a black high collar dress shirt with gold trim with a long-sleave dark red jacket that had gold shoulder decor. The sleeves ended with black bracer-like decorations. His pants were white, tucked into knee-high black boots. On his side in a holster of a stylish 6-Shooter revolver, probably custom made. All in all the uniform looked similiar to those of the old British red-coats from the American Revolution.

"Lt. Zechs, a report just came in. It's regarding some falling meteors." A solder said, double checking the text communique just in case he read it wrong. Zechs perked up at this but had an irritated frown on his masked face.

"The crews on the observation satellite must be all blind. If they were meteors, how could they all be on the earth re-entry level?

"So, it's just as headquarters warned us..."

"Yes." Zechs began, leaning forward slightly. "This must be the colonies' Operation M. How many of those can our radar locate?"

"Sir, we got another message. Another object appeared out of nowhere in our area close to the old space station. It just happens to be located by one of the objects falling somewhere in the Eartern Eurasia."

"Two birds with one stone..." He gave this some thought.

"The other could be old debris so we'll chance this. There is no reason for mercenaries in the front like us to be overworked for meaningless honour."

"That's a very frank statment, Sir." the soldier stated.

Zechs leaned back in his seat. "As I always say... I'm just a soldier."

Ten minutes ago...

A green flash illuminates the surrounding area and out appears Alpha-One in all it glory along with its pilot and two passengers. The light disappears leaving the variable fighter floating in the vaccuum until a small burst of thrust exhaust turns the craft and moves it into an atmospheric orbit moving away from a large station.

"Wow." Bud said, looking at the large station as it gets farther and farther away in a standardized mirror on his console. "That looks like the Internation Space Station they were building back in our time, Montel. But it looks old as if it was abandoned and shit."

Said black man looked back out through the canopy and nodded. "Damn dude. That sucks, I wonder were we are."

Ranma, or Id as she called herself, was giddy as a school girl after the fold manuver. She move forward and rubbed Buddy's shoulders and said. "That was cool! Let's do it again!!" Bud groaned at the kid-like tone.

"Niggah, shut the fuck up and sit yo ass down! We ain't goin' nowhere for a few months cuz this shit needs to recharge. Now sit that little ass of your's down before I whoop on it with my belt, Ranko!"

"My name is Id! ID DAMN YOU!"

"Montel, if you please."

He smacked Id upside the head. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, RANKO!"

Id grumbled and rubbed the back of her head. It didn't hurt but it was irritating. She couldn't do anything because not even she could survive in the vaccuum out there. She looked around watching the stars that littered the emmense blackness that they call space. This was one of Ranma's goals that he wanted to achieve someday, but knew he wouldn't. It was a hopeless goal, to go into space and be free to perform the moves of the Saotome School that seem to defy gravity without having that natural force to contend with. 'Maybe you can now, ne Ranma.' She would of got a reply to the man she shared a body with, but something in the distance caught her eyes.

"Hey, what is that?" She pointed towards what would be north.

Bud smiled. A transport shuttle. "It seems were in a dimension that harbors space travel. I wonder how far they got." He checked his forgotten sensors. "Hey, I've got three objects on the radar. One of them is the shuttle and the other two I can't identify...but they are ships."

They all looked out of the window and watched the three ships and see what happens. Boy are they in for a surprise.

Inside a cockpit, a young boy in a space suit sat watching his monitors with a calm visage. He looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old and somewhat skinny though the space suit hid that bit of information. He looked as if he was a serious type of person.

"Right on schedule. Seven minutes to re-entry." An alarm suddenly goes off.

"A commercial shuttle...?"

The shuttle was a passenger type escortning Mr. Darlian and his daughter Relena. The shuttle was just outside of earth's atmosphere and about to re-enter. The crew decided to warn the party before-hand.

"Mr. Darlian," a female voice over an intercom began. "this shuttle will re-enter the atmosphere momentarily. Please stay in your seat and keep your seat-belt fastened for your safety."

Mr. Darlian was a well groomed man with short brown hair and beared.. He had on a blue business suit with a white dress-shirt and looked to be very sophisticated and important. He looked over to his daughter Relena, a young girl of 16 years with long blonde hair that had a few locks braided and tied into another braid at the back of her head. She looked a little down from his perspective.

"What's wrong Relena? You don't want to do back to earth?"

"No, I don't." She said matter of factly. He sighed.

"It's my job, you know." He held her hand. "I feel bad about taking you from one place to another."

Relena place her other hand over his and looked in his eyes. "Father, please make a longer commitment next time." She spots something out of the view-port. "Father, what's that?"

"The target's reletive speed: 01545. Auto lock: On. An obstacle on re-entry must be shot down." Another alarm goes off startling the young man. "A patrol craft?"

"We've got it." The solder said, pressing some buttons. "I'll put it on the monitor."

The screen showed the shuttle-like ship decending into the atmosphere, the tale-tell signs of re-entry friction on it's frame.

Zechs rubbed his chin while watching this craft. "Just as I thought. This is the so-called 'egg or war', which might cause a lot of trouble in the future."

"Operation M?" Another soldier inquiried.

"There's a commercial shuttle in front of it." Zechs noted. "I guess we'll let the fighter go for now."

First soldier asked, "Do you think it'll shoot down the shuttle?"

The masked man shoot his head. "That fighter must know we're behind him. There's no way it'll attack the shuttle. This is, after all, a secret mission for them."

"Damn, the Federation's here.. There's no choice then.."

"We're also re-entering the Earth's atmosphere." Soldier stated.

"This is it. This is the earth." He types in some commands on a control panel.

The trio in the YF-19 watched all this happen and thought it was interesting.

"Looks like that one ship will burn up." Bud noted.

"Yeah." Montel said, though his mind was somewhere else. Somehow he knew he should know what's going on.

Soldier gasped. "The fighter has changed its course!"

"That's suicidal!"

"Trying to burn itself up so they can conceal their secret-- could that be it?" 2nd soldier ask. "But the object is accelerating it's speed! I think it's trying to get away from us!"

"Impossible! No spacecraft could endure that head of re-entry at that speed."

"No, it could." Zechs stated. "It looks like our enemy possesses some advanced technology."

A shot from outside of the cockpit reveals the young man to be the pilot of the unknown shuttle. Suddenly, the outer framing of the vehicle breaks off revealing the true form of the plane. A bird-like fighter, a strange design that would thought be impossible to fly.

"That object is also re-entering the atmosphere." Relena noted.

"Operation Meteor?"

"Eh?" She looked at her father strangely.

Aboard the OZ carrier, the crew were watching the fighter with awe.

"Lt. Zechs, in this...?!"

"So this is the secret weapon of the secret weapon of the colonies..."

"It looks like a bird."

2nd Soldier checked the flight path and eased off the controls slightly. "We're reaching aero-dynamic crusing altitude. We can attack the fighter now."

"Ok." 1st Soldier acknowledged the 2nd and manned the weapons console.

"Let's fire a warning shot." said the 2nd.

"No, it won't listen to any warnings. Just shoot it down!" Zechs ordered.

"Lt. Zechs?!"

"At first I thought it was smuggling a weapon onto earth but it looks like it turned out to be the secret weapon itself." he said, eyeing the craft.

The young man checked the specifications of the ship following him. "I can run away... Is that a carrier also?" he read on his monitor. "It must be carrying at least three Mobile Suits." He noticed the distance of the ship. "It's changing it's speed to intercept me!"

"Change of orders are required. I'm shooting down that enemy ship!"

"Lt. Zechs, the enemy fighter reversed its course and is coming this way!"

The masked man stood and headed for the back. "Is the Leo repaired?"

"Yes," said the 2nd Soldier. "but are you trying to destroy that fighter with a Mobile Suit?"

"Yes?"

"Then, isn't an Aries more suitable than a Leo?" 2nd asked. "Aries is much faster an dis made for air battle."

Zechs waved him off. "My Leo is fast enough." He stepped into the huge jungle green mecha and strapped himself into the cockpit. "Besides, I should pay some respect to our brave enemy." His suit ejects from the shuttle and seeming floats but he knows that he is actually slowly falling towards the earth.

"Lt. Zechs," one of soldiers contacted him on the radio. "as soon as the Aries are ready, we'll dispatch them to join you.

"Roger." He suddenly spots the fighter. "What?! Above me?" The Leo tilts back bringing the 155mm Dober Gun into play and fires at the fighter. Zechs score a few hits at what seems to be an engine port.

The young pilot growls at the hits to his fighter. A warning light comes on. "Problem in the left engine? Damn it!" He turns his craft and blast past Zechs's Leo towards earth.

"That was great, Lt. Zechs."

"Is that it? Is he finished?" Zechs ask himself.

"Sir, should we take you in, or should we chase the fighter in our Aries?"

It doesn't take Zechs long to follow standard proceedure. "Let it go down. We'll investigate on the ground. It'll be a great opportunity for us to find out what this Operation M is all about."

A soldier ask, "Don't you think it'll self-destruct, though?"

"No one wants to die up here, without seeing the beauty of earth."

"Holy shit! Did you see that?!" Bud shouts. "We're gonna get a closer look so hold on." The YF-19 suddenly blast forward passing the commercial shuttle and quickly dives into the atmosphere to follow the other fighter from a distance.

"Are you crazy?!" Id growled, her body pressed into the seat along with Montel.

"Damn skippy Ranko!" Bud pushes a code on the console and Active-Stealth of the fighter engages masking it from detection from the carrier's sensors. "I got ECM on, they won't detect us."

"The name is Id. ID!"

"Bitch.. SHUT UP RANKO!" Bud and Montel yell.

She grumbles.

"Oh my god..." Montel whispers, watching what happens to the fighter. Seeing this conjures a thought in his head and a plan. If Buddy can get his fighter than... Internally he smiles but on the outside he's struck speechless.

"Wing Gundam.." Bud whispers.

Id seems confused. "What are you idiots talking about? It just looks like a Gear." She peered closer to the canopy. "Or it seems."

"Just watch.." Montel states.

The fighter transforms into a humanoid like Mobile Suit with wings. On it's left arm was a long shield and on it's right was a huge rifle. It seemed to free fall in the air.

"It transformed into a Mobile Suit?"

"Lt. Zechs, do you know what type of Mobile Suit that is?"

He watched the mecha curiously, but he couldn't come up with anything that he knew off. "No... I can't believe anyone besides the Federation and OZ having the technology to build such an advanced Mobile Suit."

A group of three Aries, a Mobile Suit that specialized in air combat that replaces fighter jets launched from the back of the carrier shuttle and joined with Zechs's Leo. A parachute was attacked to the green MS and deployed to slow the Lieutenants descent.

"Sir, let us take care of it." One of the pilots asked.

"Do it."

All three Aries move into a wedge formation and aim their 100mm chain rifles, only two of the Aries fire down at the MS. Nothing happens. No sign of damage.

"What strength... It can't be..." Zechs mumbles, clearly flabbergasted.

"It's turning around!"

"Never mind that! Keep firing!"

The unidentified Mobile Suit suddenly turns around, the barrel of the huge rifle/cannon pointing straight up at the Aries. A massive beam of energy erupts from the barrel straight at the flying mecha. Two of the pilots have a quicker reaction and move out of the way. The one in the middle was very unfortunate and was engulfed in the beams wake and destroyed immediately.

"Ehehe... HAHAHAHA!!" The boy pilot laughs madly. "Two more to go!"

Again the Mobile Suit aims at the two remaining Aries and they both are destroyed by the powerful beam weapon.

"Two Aries with one shot! Very interesting!" Zechs' Leo approaches the MS. Two more shots from his Dober Gun seemingly shocks the other mecha and that was his chance. Tossing the large caliber rifle away, Zechs' puts use to the beam saber hidden under his MS's shield and slashes at the enemy. The young boy, whom Zechs is unaware that is the pilot, retaliates in a similiar fashion. They both trade blows until Zechs is fed up with this fight and uses his Leo to grab hold of the MS. He quickly jumps out of his Leo and engages his personal parachute, watching the two MS's fall toward the water below.

"Lt. Zechs, are you alright?" The Soldier contacted him via radio. The Lightning Baron tapped a button on his ear-piece.

"Yeah. Don't worry. I did what I had to."

"We have analysed the data from combat." Short pause. "Considering the strength of the outer armour, it has to be made of Gundanium alloy."

"So... that's a Gundam..." The Leo and Gundam plunge into the ocean. "Even if the Mobile Suit survives the impact of hitting the water, anyone inside could not."

"Sir, an aircraft carrier from the Federation Marine down there is asking us if it should go ahead and start searching for the downed Mobile Suit."

"Let them go ahead." He said. "Tell them the treasure sunk around point J-A-P in East Asia."

"Yes, sir." Pause. "By the way sir, that second UFO reported disappeared higher up in the atmosphere. I'm assumming it burned up."

"Good." Zechs looked back down at where the Mobile Suits fell. 'If it should go ahead and start searching for it'...? I don't think there's any bright furture left for the Federation Armed Forces anymore, he thought.

Alpha-One flew over the west coast of what they could identify as the United States, California to be exact. Active-Stealth and their high altitude prevented this demensions sensors from detecting the approach over what they would assume is Los Angeles. A strange site compared to their home demension. Nearly everything looked like a combination of advanced architecture years ahead of what downtown L.A. use to be, along with the styling of old European design. But with the influence of military powers such as the World Federation and OZ most major cities of the world have turned into large bases harboring and protected by the advancement of mechanized warfare known as Mobile Suits.

The city was divided into five large sectors that made up the majority of the city. The militarized sector mostly consister of 92% of the coastline and stretched inland for about 15 miles along with the air/space-port that was once known as LAX. Industrial sectors somewhat delved into the military zones and few routes lead to the coast but majority of Los Angeles industry remained in the center of the city close to downtown. The third sector consisted of federal building belonging to some foundation or two and possibly legislative buildings more people didn't really care about anyway until they had to go there. Finally there was the civilian sectors that were scattered in, along or around the militarized districts or industrial areas. Unlike in their world, the people living here either lived a middle-class or high class life, something that surprised Bud and Montel being that they both were from middle-lower class families.

It perturbed Buddy how a Los Angelino would live as if he/she were some rich ass pretty boy/girl from old England. Just the thought of wearing those clothes made him shiver. He would take his black/red flight suit or BDU's anyday.

The three were comming up on the fifth sector near the edge of one the more rural sub-sections of the city. It was the largest sector composing mostly of forestry and farming lands that were tended year-round by automated and man-runned equipment. Id had to whistle at this. From Ranma memories most farming was done by hand and old tractors that took time. From her point of view, it looked like food was provided constantly and it would be very rare or nearly impossible to find a country in the world that was suffering from starvation.

Montel seemed to be silent and distant in deep thought, drowning out whatever conversation Bud was having on the radio. He didn't feel the fighter touch down on an old runway and taxi itself into a barn nor did he pay attention to the canopy opening. He just casually took his pack containing a couple days supply of food, a few valuables, the rifle he had from the macross world and a couple changes of clothes. He did stop when he felt a hand clasp his shoulder.

"Yo dawg.. You 'ok?" Bud asked. He sounded sincerely worried for his dark-skinned friend.

He strugged and nodded but still looked sort of spaced out. "Yeah.. Jes' that I got this feelin' dawg that the shits gonna hit the fan. I think I'm jus' worried cuz of when we saw that Gundam."

Buddy quickly covered the mans mouth and looked around. He put his finger to his lips and shushed the man. "Shhh! Niggah, that's 'spose to be low-key!" he whispered harshly.

"I guess.."

Bud patted his friend on the back. "Come on. The owner is allowin' us to stay for a while until we can get out own place to stay til' the Fold System is ready." He turned and walked towards an eligant two story house were Id was talking to the owner. Montel decided to follow not knowing what to do, staring off into the distance as if he had things on his mind. What to do? How to do it? But one thought, a question that he kept asking himself..

.. 'How can I get Deathscythe?'

It was around 10:00pm PST in the evening and Id had set up a small campfire just outside of the barn that housed the currently dormant YF-19. The night was only slightly cold, the tale-tell signs of the begining of the summer season in California, but the occupants around the fire were basked in it's warmth and saved from the soft winds that blew from the Santa Ana mountains. From experiences, Buddy and Montel knew that this year in the current demension was going to be an El Nino weather pattern and information from the farm owner confirmed that.

Surrounding the fire were the three travellers, Montel, Buddy and Id, in that order. Continuing on was Juan Hernandez and a couple more men of hispanic origin. The way they spoke english near fluently told Bud that they were not of Mexican origin, though they did have the accent.

"So you men are from the colonies, eh?" Juan asked. He was short and stock, dressed casually in jeans and a white shirt. He looked as if he does more than his share of work around the huge farmland than an owner usually did. "You don't look it too much, eh-say."

Bud decided to answer most of the questions. "Nah, we're from the farther colony out. Side-7."

Juan smiled at that. "I would believe it too. That there ship you have looks military, shit vato, you even have fuckin' missles on it." He pulled a stick out of the fire taking the cooked corn and bitting down. "Taste ready." Everyone followed his example and ate their corner.

"So what's been happening down here?" Montel bit down his food before continuing. "There isn't much word to the colonies about earth. We haven't heard jack for about 13 years."

Juan smacked one of his workers on the arm and the guy gave him what looked to be 5 bucks. "I told you're ass they haven't heard shit for more than 10 years, ya fucking pendejo." He pocketed the money. "Yeah foo, them Feddy's been taking over everything. Even took down the Cinq Kingdom, that was some fucked up shit. Killed nearly everyone in the higher ups and they never fought back because they were.. Pacifist. I tell ya, them was some stupid shit for attacking that place man. You're lucky L7 was so far out that the Feddy's didn't wanna mess with you guys since you're working on ways to Terra-Form Mars."

'Wow, building on another planet?' thought Ranma in Id's head.

"The only ones really not doing anything to hurt the people are OZ, the Feddy's lap dogs. They be some ruthless muther fuckers but them eh-says be gettin' the job done right. Really young guys too, I though you three were with them but I guess wrong-- WHAT THE FUCK?!!"

Everyones heads turned to Id or should that be Ranma. The girl turned boy shook his head and wonder what was wrong. Why was everyone except Bud and Montel staring at him. He was gonna say something but Bud beat him to the punch.

"Don't mind him..er her..Whatever. Accident that happened on a reasource mine. Got trapped in a gamma explosion when we were mining Gundanium alloy. New 'experimental' reactor blew up and took Ranma and Id here with it. We found this guy in an escape pod. It looked like the gamma radiation merged the two bodies in some mysterious way so they sometimes morph into male or female with one mind being dominate of either body." He gestured to the now male pigtailed man. "This is Ranma Saotome. The girl, as you know, is Ranko or Id. Just call her Ranko to annoy her."

'That sounded like a plausable explaination,' though Ranma. He would of said something way different but Bud saved his ass from alot of stuttering and fumbling around with english words. 'Smart guy,' Id told him.

"Hi, sorry about this." he said softly.

"Bah, don't worry about is vato." Juan patted the boy on the back. "I've seen weirder shit much worse back in the day."

There was a round of silence for the next twenty minutes. By the time, Juan's workers already departed to get some needed shut-eye before they had to get up early in the morning to begin their daily work regimen. Juan watched Montel curiously.

"You don't talk much, do you?" The black man shrugged his shoulder.

"Jes' got shit on my mind right now. I don't really know what to do right now since we're gonna be around for a while now. Plus, I want to get some shit done and do what I always wanna do.."

"And what would you wanna do, man?"

"Pilot a Mobile Suit." 'Deathscythe to be exact'

This perked Bud's curiosity. He paid attention to this.

Juan sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I don't know how ta help you there vato. But all I can say is that the best way is to join the Feddy's and hopefully get into OZ."

Another round of silence.

"I guess it's time to hit the sack now guys. I'm bushed." Buddy yawned, stretching to get the kinks out of his legs.

Ranma stood up also. "Me too."

"You guys follow me and I'll hook you up with some rooms for the night. Their in the top floor second door to the left. Common I'll show you." Juan stated. Bud and Ranma soon followed but they forgot about one person.

"You commin' dawg?" Bud asked his black friend. He shook his head.

"I'm gonna be a minute dawg, I wanna be alone for a while."

"Aight." And he left.

Now he was by himself, alone in the light of the fire and with his thoughts. Seeing Gundam 01, Wing Gundam, brought many visions in his mind. Visions of him piloting a black Gundam of his own, using a scythe made up of kinetic energy to slice open his enemies with deft strokes of the large pole-arm. Visions of him being Shinigami, or the God of Death, The Reaper.

This was one of his fantasies that he usually dreamed of back home before all this craziness started. A dream that he knew he couldn't achieve because of the sheer impossibility of it. But now, all that's changed and he has a chance to be the man he was in his dreams.

To be the God of Death, pilot of Gundam Deathscythe.

The only question was.. "How?"

A rooster on top of a barn sounded off it's morning call waking up the people that work on the farm at the crack of dawn. It was a nice sunny morning with the clouds of the night soon disappearing with each ray of light that shone over the eastern mountain range and down into the valley. Workers began their morning rituals that varied from making breakfast, fixing this or that, and even feeding the farm animals. But sometimes routine could be broken and today was no different as a loud voice shouted loudly waking up the guest in the upper floors.

Buddy and Ranma ran downstairs and to what would be a library/office room of Juans. The hispanic man was digging through a safe looking for something but not finding it at all.

"Is something.. wrong?" he said in a japanese accent.

Juan looked up at the two and frowned, knowing something was up. "Where is your black friend, eh-say?"

That was a good question. Where was Montel? "He wasn't with us this morning.." Bud started but was cut off by Juan.

"Someone stole over 10,000 dollars in cold hard cash from this safe. Opened it up like nothing.. An' the only person who knows the code is me." He eyed Bud and Ranma. "I'm thinkin' yer black homie stole my shit eh-say.." One of the workers quickly came in.

"Eh, Juanito! Someone stole one of the cars, eh."

"Which one Chunte? Fuckin'... You two better be gone before I get back or I'll be blastin' both of yer asses into next Friday you fuckin' colony punks!"

Ranma blinked. "Um..."

Bud shrugged. "I guess we better leave. Fast!" He grabbed the pigtailed man by the shirt and dragged him out. 'Fuckin' Montel..' he thought darkly. 'I know you're after Deathscythe.'

As soon as got in, Alpha-One was out of the barn and into the morning skies.

Traffic wasn't as bad as it was in his time, Montel noticed as he drove down what was Interstate-10 freeway that lead to downtown Los Angeles in what he guessed was a Chevy Pick-up truck. The last town he was in a few stops back garnered him some very useful information. At a local school, if one would call it an actual school, he paid some nerd computer hackers to access public database on him and got three results. The first two were two whitemen going by the name of Montel. One was deceased and the other was an old man running a business in Northern Cali. But the third was a big surprise.

Montel W. A black man living in Southern California currently missing. The strange thing was, he looked just like Montel, the person searching this info much to his ammusement. It would be funny if he really was the missing person.

He paid the hacker 1000 bucks in cash and gave him another 4000 if he could supply him with enough identification to get into the military, specifically OZ. The nerd demanded more and he complied leaving him with a threat of the knuckle sandwich if he doesn't do it. The scared nerd told him that in two days a P.O. Box in mail office off of the I-5 freeway in Chinatown will contain a drivers licence, goverment ID, copy of birth certificate, etc. etc.

Before he ditched the nerd, he pulled out the rifle in his pack and shot the teenager in the head leaving him dead. 'It wouldn't be good if the guy ratted on me,' he thought as he took his money back and pressed enter on the keyboard to have everything processed.

It was a shady thing that he did, but he didn't regret it. It wasn't like he didn't do it before like the time him and Bud escaped from that UN Spacy prison. He shuddered at that thought and pushed to to the back of his mind, wanting to forget that day but knew he couldn't.

First order of business was to find someplace to stay and he knew just were. Los Angeles maybe different from what he remembered but there was always that chance that something's were the same as his old home, just like the freeways. Turning the wheel a bit, he merged onto an interchange to the I-605 "San Gabriel River" freeway south bound heading towards the I-105. Usually he would of waited until he reached the I-110 Harbor Freeway but a sign designated that after the I-710 was all restricted military highway and only commercial vehicles were allowed to go thru there.

'Things are way different.' he thought again.

After 30 minutes of driving he exited the I-105 and headed towards the city of Hawthrone. The black man noticed that the city was more advanced than what he was use to but shrugged it of. If he was gonna be travelling like how him, Buddy and Ranma were then he would have to get use to shit like this. It was like getting use to a new bed, you know it's new and it doesn't feel comfortable until you adapt and accept it as change.

Speaking of which, he spotted a motel that seemed like it has seen better years. It looked like it was a famous landmark here. He noticed the price on a window as he passed by a smiled. This was good, maybe he could bribe the owner with a few extra bucks to not check his ID. 'Time to use the black man charm,' he thought.

*So what are we gonna do now?* Ranma asked Buddy. This whole new experience of travelling to another world was a thrilling experience that he will soon come to enjoy. So far, seeing what other realities have accomplished really intrigued him. *I mean, Montel disappeared and stole that guys money and we're just stuck flying around.*

Bud shrugged. "I don't know. I suggest you stick to english for now. If you're gonna survive with us then you'll better learn it. Have Id teach it to you since she seems to be fluent at it." He eased the fighter into a simple 85 degree turn that put them on a heading towards the J-A-P area in the Pacific Ocean. "Knowing Montel, that dick head's gonna do some shit to get what he wants from this world. Me and him know where we are and what's gonna happen for the next year or so."

"So you know what go on?" With the accent it reminded Ranma of Shampoo. 'No wonder it sounded like she was stupid.'

"In a way.. Yes." He cleared his throat before speaking again.

"From what I know, we are currently in a anime called Gundam Wing. The year is AC 195 and I'm guessing we are in the beginning of everythin'. Battles are mostly fought with huge mechanized robots called Mobile Suits which are mostly look human except for all the damn armor that makes it weigh from 30 to 75 tons. What Id, Montel and myself saw in space was what we call a Gundam 01 or Wing Gundam. There are four more Gundams called Shen-Long, Sandrock, Deathscythe and my favorite of all Heavy-Arms."

He sighed. "Knowing Montel's dumb ass, he's gonna try and get Deathscythe somehow..."

"What this one look like..?" Ranma asked, curious as to why the black man would want a machine of that name.

"Like the Grim Reaper.." he mumbled. "Shinigami."

Ranma couldn't help by use one of the lovely Kasumi's phrases.

"Oh my."

Five Day's Later, Federation Recruitment Facilities at Point L-A-X...

"Steed, Jake."

It took him sometime but now was the day of desicion if he would have his mild chance of obtaining the Gundam Deathscythe.

After handing the man a wad of cash up to $2000, he stayed and ate in the city until it was time to see about that post office box if it existed or not. Luckily it did and he had all the information he needed. It was good that Bud showed him that it would be nice to have an identity if they travelled demensions so they wouldn't have problems getting around. Day three brought him to this facility to sign up for the recruitment test that would get him into basic training. Sadly he was late and the next testing wouldn't be done until this day.

"North, Peter."

Montel listened as the man in a beige uniform that reminded him of the Zeon from Gundam UC called off named. Only 5 people will be choosen today that would move onto basic training with the other 15 that were choosen 2 days ago.

"Kelly, Jill."

The test was somewhat difficult putting stress on Montel's brain. But it didn't take him as long to finish it as some people. Whatever questions he couldn't answer he picked randomly. Nearly all questions were multiple choice. Some true false. Alot of the questions having to do with computers and such, some of which he knew and others he didn't.

"Donovan, Amy."

That was the fourth person. He wondered if he would actually make it. He looked around the room at the remaining 24 testee's and wonder what was going thru their minds. Were they just as eager as him to get into the military? He would bet that none of them had the reason he had, to become an MS pilot and somehow steal Deathscythe from Duo Maxwell. He watched the officer read off the last name.

"Vitale, Stevens."

He silently cursed and nearly went histeric. He wasn't picked. All his hoped dashed out of the window now. According to the contract he signed, anyone taking the test and not choosen had to wait 6 months before trying again. He lost his chance. It was over for him. His lucky finally ran out.

Suddenly another soldier entered the room and handed the officer a document before explaining something to him.

"Hold on everyone! It looks like we'll be taking a 6th person also. One persons results was accidentally left out and happened to have the highest score out overall."

He didn't care. Probably wasn't him anyway...

"Wysinger, Montel."

Maybe he still had some back-ordered luck today. He smiled and stood approaching the officer and recieving a congradulation from the other five selected.

"Everyone is dismissed and try again in six months." The officer turned to Montel and the remaining five. "You 6 recruits. Report to the front gates at 0600 hours for further orders. Congradulations. You're in the Army now."

Same time, Rural Landing Strip in the Phillipine Islands...

"Umm.. Bud. Computer find someting." Ranma said, cursing to himself for his lack of English knowledge. Bud refused to acknowledge him unless he spoke english which annoyed him dearly.

Said person hopped up and climbed the small utility ladder used to climb into the fighter. He leaned over into the navigators seat and checks the screen. The guy was right; the computer did find something. More like intercepted an encoded message.

"Hmm..."

Euroasia. Longitude 55W Latitude 21N

Corsica Base&%^(VB )_N246%0Vg

Primary Objective: Destory all shuttle craft present on the base. Do not allow any to leave.

Secondry Objective: Annihilate Corsica Base communication relays.

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"What the fuck...?" Bud stared at the screen. "These are the orders for Gundam Heavy-Arms and Sandrock..."

"What it means?" asked the pigtailed boy.

Bud pushed a few keys to purge the message from the fighters system. "It means that two of the Gundam Pilots will meet soon." An alarm from the pilots seat startled him and he quickly hopped in and checked what was wrong. Another specially encripted live transmission was being sent to him? But from whom?

A floating vid screen popped up making Ranma jump away and hit his head on the open canopy. Though somewhat fuzzy, Buddy could make out the round metallic glasses of an age old man with a ring a graying hair. He noted that the old man also had a 3-prong mechanical claw for a hand.

"Ah, so you are the one that my sensors detected a few days ago but suddenly disappeared. I was wondering whom this strange occurance belonged to. Obviously you are not OZ nor part of the Alliance. So whom are you?"

"I'm just a pilot... Dr. J am I correct?" Bud replied. "Tell me, was it you whom sent out these orders I've intercepted? To attack Corsica Base?"

The old Doctor seemed surprised that the young man knew his name. "I seem to be known by you for some reason but that's not the case. I have know idea what orders you are talking about young man, but all I know is that whatever ship you have is a strange piece of mecha. I've never detected anything like it before."

"Riiiiiight." drawled out the pilot. "And you didn't create Wing Gundam."

"How did you know that?" Dr. J asked coldly. He paused after finally having some thought. His sensors detecting a rift caused by an unknown energy signature. A strange anomally in the vacinity of ISS-0034. The sudden disappearance of said anomally. "I see."

Ranma leaned over more to get a better look at the floating screen. Bud crossed his arms. "See what..?"

"You're special somehow. I wish to make a deal with you, young pilot." He seemed to be inputing some information, then suddenly Bud's console was recieving an encripted message similiar to the orders to destroy Corsica Base. "You help me and I'll help you in some way. Even trade, no?"

Bud narrowed his eyes. "How will you help me?" Schematics of the YF-19 filled the screen but he didn't flinch at all. He listened to what the Doc had to say while his left hand danced along his console without looking.

"These blue prints of your craft is even more advanced than Wing Gundam. It would take years before I have the technology to create such a weapon with as much defense as your's has. A type of barrier field that could withstand Wing's buster rifle. Armor near the strength of Gundanium but lighter. Fast, dexterious and highly defensive, yet lacking the surpreme fire power of a Mobile Suit platform like a Gundam." The screen suddenly changed to schematics of a Mobile Suit rifle. Twin rifles to be exact. Dr. J gasped at seeing them since they were hidden deep within in electronic files. "How did you--?!"

"Buster Rifles. Specially designed for the Gundam called Wing Zero. Using the schematics of my fighter you can design them to be used as fast packs that could be attached to the dorsal sections of my fighter. You build me those and I'll do whatever you wish." Dr. J could hear the wheels turning in the boys head and he smiled.

"A smart young man indeed. And battle hardened from those scars on your face. A trade it is. Your services for fast-pack buster rifles - cannons actually." Dr. J smiled knowningly. "Are we in agreement?"

"Only if you can have those rifles finished within 90 days."

Dr. J glared at him. "I can have them finished in 30, why?"

"Let me put it this way, Doc." Bud took up a calm visage. "When the colonies are threatened by OZ, surrender." He could tell that the good doctor had no idea what he walk talking about, but had a feeling of understanding. "When that happens, I'll show up to help you finish fitting the rifles to my fighter."

"Very well then. Whenever this happens, we shall finally meet fact to face...?" He let the question hang.

"Bud."

"Very well, Mr. Bud." End of transmission.

Ranma poked his new friend. "What was that all about?"

"Remember how I told you I wouldn't kill in cold blood unless I have a cause?" Ranma remembered that. Two days ago Bud told him what has happened up to this point in time, of how he was tortured, lost everything. He didn't mention Jusenkyou, but Ranma could feel the aura of a Jusenkyou victim and he knew Buddy was one of them. He knew somethings my be kept private. Plus, he seen the pilot get splashed many times and didn't change; some people are lucky though he doesn't have that problem anymore.

Seeing Ranma's nod, he continued. "I've found a cause. That was Dr. J, the man who created that Gundam we saw when we arrived. It seems he detected us and has been trying to contact us for a while. Even asked me to help him in the cause to get payback against the Feddy's."

"What Federation do to.. err..make colony mad?"

He looked back at Ranma. "They used military force to take over and cut of communication between earth and each colony. They say that years ago the Feddy's were the ones that assassinated Heero Yuy, a famous man that was heavy on peaceful solutions, ideals of demiliterization and non-violence. He was a martyr for the guys fighting in those Gundams."

"I'll help." A dark femanine voice rang in Bud's ears. He quickly turned around and stared at Id.

"How can you help...?" Bud knew exactly what Id could do but had to ask.

She smirked evily at him. "I know of many ways I can help...heh heh heh." Her chuckled slowly moved up to a maddened laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA...!!"

Week 4, Point V-T-C Training Facilities, Old Ventura County...

Federation Military was not how Montel expected it; completely different from what he knew from his world.

Basic training looked to be the same; a combination of physical fitness and mental thinking that involved team work and strategy. Eight weeks of hard work dedicated to conditioning a soldier to be a weapon for the Alliance; a man/woman that would uphold their duty to the fullest and die for their country.

What the Alliance basically wanted was a lap dog to do the higher ups dirty work.

The black man was smarter than that. He would play their game for now. They would think they broke him; but they won't. He only had one goal in mind and he would use the military to attain it in some way. He would work the system to fit his needs. They will train him to be a ruthless fighting machine not aware they are harboring a soon-to-be traitor of their cause. It would take time, but soon everyone will be afraid of the man named Shinigami.

Today was Friday, end of the final week of strenuous physical training. Next week he would be sent to MS-training to learn how to operate a Mobile Suit. Then from there it would be to the frontlines to battle against OZ were in defense of whatever remains of United States. The World Federation Forces in the Norther American continent recieved an annoymous tip that OZ forces were planning a Coup 'detat, a plan of hostile take-over of the Federation Forces disgarding the 'Specials' moniker and seize power under it's own name. All this happened the same day General Noventa and many other Alliance leaders were slain in a shuttle by Heero Yuy, pilot of Gundam 01. Montel was wise in annoymously informing the United States seeing as now they are currently forcing back OZ forces while trying to recuperate from the surprise attack.

The first two weeks of training were hard on the black man but he got through it. Not use to such high demand of physical fitness he found himself nearly dead tired during the first week. Though difficult, he knew that quitting now was not an option and pushed himself to the limits and beyond to take the first step of his goal.

Week three and four were introductions to combat such as hand-to-hand, introductions to the main fire-arm of the Alliance, how to assemble, disassemble, clean, fire, reload and use a bayonet. All required for the final week of testing. Week four mostly consisted of out-door survival and basic medical attention.

Week five. Obstacle courses, team work. These were drilled into the soldiers head day in and day out. A combination of physical fitness carrying nearly 100lbs of personal equipment in long marches thru rural streets and forestry onto sites were more survival techinques were taught and learned.

Week six and seven consisted of mostly physical training, live fire obstacle courses. The use of the hand-grenade and proper safety and throwing methods. Long marches while carrying full personal gear thru smooth, rough, and rugged terrains of California's Ventura county. Week seven was the week that General Noventa and UEF deligates were killed by a Gundam and the OZ began their coup. A day after the United State was attacked, war was declared against OZ.

The final week. Day one was a last minute lesson in strategic combat. Drill Sergents did not go easy at all on the soldiers at all. A war game involving paint ball guns in an urban situation was the final lesson for Montel's platoon. Sadly, his unit lost against the Drill Sergent and a select group of soldiers. Day two was a visit to the Quartermaster; uniforms tailored to fit perfectly on the soldier, a type of cloth body armor that was a symbol of excellence to those whom appreciate it the most. The soldier. But Montel didn't really care for the dress uniform. He would mostly be wearing a combat suit out there on the field. Day three was marksmanship test were soldiers would be supplied with their rifle and a 40-round magazine in marksmanship range. A 25/40 rating ment one was certified to fire a rifle in combat and Montel easily did so earning a 27/40 and a bronze medal with a rifle withing a reef. The fourth day was a time for review for the soldiers and time for their drill sergents to hand-out their first orders. Montel reflected on that day.

"At ease maggots." The Drill Sergent stood in front of the assembled men and women holding a clip board. Everyone quickly took a seat on something forming a semi-circle around the man that they both hate and appreciate. "As you know, tomorrow is your completion day. A time when you stop being a maggot and finally become a soldier. A ruthless, toothles fighting machine made to beat down them OZ bastards and serve this country to the fullest." That rough speech garnered cheers from the assembled.

"As of now, I'll be handing out your first assignments. Some of you will be heading to infantry, some to mechanized units. Then there are the lucky bastards that head to Mobile Suit training." A few mumbles from his soldiers. "Without further adu.. Alan, Steve; 305th Infantry."

"Baker, Thomson." "233rd Mechanized Artillery"

"Barber, Cynthia." "Air Force, 120th Transport."

"Bastion, Jacob." "305th Infantry." Two soldiers high-fived each other.

Montel sat their drowning out the sergent. He didn't really care for him. His thoughts ran onto what his good friend Buddy and Ranma were doing right now. How would they react to him being on the Alliance. Strange how a little info would completely change the outcome of Operation Daybreak. He smirked to himself thinking of how OZ was trying to find the person that betrayed them when it was someone not of this demension.

"Wysinger, Montel."

"Sir!"

"15th Mobile Division, Mobile Suits. Congratulations you lucky bastard."

Now everything was falling into plan.

Sub-Chapter: Six Gundams Confirmed
5 Weeks before Operation Day-break...

...in a related topic: The Defence Department announced today that the delayed production of the Leo, the ground-type Mobile Suit, will be back on track by utilizing the Corsica Base facilities. The mass production of the Leo has been delayed due to a massive explosion in the Leo's main factory last month. The cause of the explosion is still under investigation. To take extra precautions, the Specials issued alert to the Middle-East Division..

Bud cut off the comm. radio. It looked like Heavy Arms and Sandrock will be attack Corsica soon since the Leo MS's will be there. He turned to Id, Ranko as he liked to call her, to see if she was ready.

"Yo, you ready?" She nodded, a cold mask hiding her emotions.

The engines flared on the YF-19's leg thrusters and it lifted off like a VTOL craft reaching an altitude of 500ft off the ground before mecha-morphing from gerwalk into fighter mode. Another burst of high-powered fusion from the engine ports and the fighter was off. Today was their first mission.

Corsica Base...

"But, Sir, this is too dangerous!" A soldier exclaimed, trying to convince his commander from doing something crazy. He followed Col. Bonapa into the tied down blimp.

"Stupid fool!" he growled. "This is the best way to show out commitment to both our enemy and the Specials! Who needs help from the damn Specials?! This way, we can tempt the enemy, and they'll emerge right before us!"

In the past, The Specials' Mobile Suit units made it possible for the Federation to dominate the United Earth Regions. But at the same time, many officers have an open mistrust and resentment toward the Specials. Young officers who are trying to create a new course of history. Colonel Treize Khushrenada... The name who created the Specials. He is also a board member of the Longfeller Foundation, which is supported by aristocrats who value their conservative tradition. Using their finacial resources, he has been dedicated to the development of the Mobile Suit. The Specials not only provide Mobile Suits to the Federation Armed Forces, but also possesses it's own combat unit. The unit is highly regarded and has obtained a special permit, so that it is allowed to maneuver independently in any battle site. But this also accelerated the resentment of the older officers of the Federation Armed Forces.

"For them," Col. Bonapa continued. "war is just one of their amusements. They are making trouble all over the place because they want to fight more. There's also no need to be afraid. Just stay calm, and we can avoid unnecessary casualties. I'll show the damn Specials that there is a way to achieve victory without spilling blood!"

"Incomming!"

A lone Mobile Suit appears and fires several salvos at Corsica base devestating the many units and buildings on impact. The MS moves closer into the base taking wave after wave of enemy fire but it all seems to just not effect the MS. A bazooka shot from a Leo rocks the red/orange MS but it just turns towards the nuisance aiming it's HUGE gun arm. A massive gatling cannon that spun on high-speeds and poured out a wall of 75mm high-velocity death that tore into the Leo and others around it completely destroying them. Swinging it's massive gun arm around it turned onto several armored tanks and MS's and obliterated them.

The MS known as Heavy Arms rocked from rifle fire. The pilot, Trowa, aimed up and fired upon Aries MS's taking out a few but not all. Shells explode off his side but he really isn't effected by it. A chest panel swings open and exposes twin large caliber gatling cannons. With a high-pitched whine they open fire blasting a whole platoon of Leo's and armored columns like he was spraying a can of Raid into a line of ants. Missles launched out of the shoulder sections and took down more Aries Mobile Suits.

Turning to a stationary target, he aimed his gatling arm but it spun on empty. He tried the chest cannons. Nothing. No more missles too.

"Looks like it's out of bullets!" An Aries pilot exclaims. "Great! We have a chance!"

"Don't assume anything!" his commander yelled over the comm.

The Aries suddenly dived towards Heavy Arms firing it's 100mm chain rifle wildly. "I'll show you what the Specials are capable of!"

"You fool!" Specials commander screamed. "Why do you have to make such a mistake now?!"

Inside Heavy Arms, Trowa closed his eyes. "I guess this is my end...?"

"DIE!"

A beam of energy takes out the Aries just moments from crashing into Heavy Arms. Trowa and the Specials look to see an army of new Mobile Suits converging onto the base pouring out heavy fire that seemed to tear into the Specials and whatever remained of the Federation Forces.

A special MS was at the head of the army and Trowa noted it looked like his Gundam in someway. The Specials commander, the last one remaining tried to escape but the new MS soared into the air clasping the Aries within it's heat shortels in a scissor-like move. And just like that, it was cut in half and destroyed immediately though the pilot of the MS was sad after killing the man.

"Master Quatra.."

The young boy piloting Gundam Sandrock, Quatre Rababa Winner, looked at his view screen and watched Heavy Arms. "Leave him to me."

"That one seems to be out of bullets."

Quatre shook his head, adjusting his goggles. "That pilot won't rely on firearms anyway." He notices a shuttle as it takes off. "Damn! That's the..."

Heavy Arms suddenly charges, a combat knife flipping out from it's right forearm and swung at Sandrock. Quatre moves his suit quickly, blocking the blow and retaliates with a huge mechanized fist. Heavy Arms swats the fist asside and tries an upward slash with it's combat knife but it's caught by the arm under Sandrocks. A break in the arm disables it and Sandrock tries a punch again but it's caught in Heavy Arm's hand and held firmly.

Inside Sandrock Quatre smiles looking down. "This is wrong. Wrong..." He opens the hatch and steps out of his Gundam. "We must stop fighting against each other!"

Trowa steps out of Heavy Arms with his hands raised in surrender. He has a seemingly expressionless mask on.

"Please stop!" he said, still smiling. "I'm the one whom came out first to show my trust in you."

On a ship in the Pacific Ocean, Duo Maxwell pilot of Gundam Deathscythe was operating a on-ship crane to retrieve his sunken Mobile Suit and Wing Gundam whose pilot was a young man named Heero Yuy. Halting the crane when Wing Gundam as safely above the water surface and on the ship.

"Phew.. There it is." he said wiping some sweat from his brow. "At least, show me a little appreciation. What are you doing?"

Duo sees that Heero is setting his own broken bone and winces when he hears the audible creaks and loud crack of the bone setting correctly. The boy then splints his leg with a wrench and tape.

Duo sighs and rubs his forehead. "I've had enough. Who else treats his own broken bones? Please.. I just had my lunch."

Indus Supplement Base...

Soldiers scream in terror as a blue/green Mobile Suit demolishes the base. Leo's try to attack the MS but they are quickly sliced in half by a beam glaive pole-arm. The right arm of the MS flipped out into a head of a dragon and shot out quickly, extending out and grabbing a Leo by the head. A loud crunch then Leo exploded in the grip of the MS's Dragon Fang. Fire poured out of the Gundam's dragon fang lighting whatever was left of Indus Supplement Base ablaze.

"They're so unprepared." Wufei Chang, a young boy of chinese decent and pilot of Gundam Shen-Long noted. He felt disgusted by this fight. "How disappointing! No one to give me a fight!"

Sierra Air Base; Manchuria, China; Evening...

Id casually strolled onto the base gaining cat calls and whistles from the many soldiers. Even though the red-head was wearing a pair of baggy pants and a chinese tang that looked loose on her small frame, it still hugged her lithe form in the right places which were eye candy to the Federation Alliance and OZ soldiers. She winked at them and wiggled that small, round back-side at them and continued on her way, the soldiers to pre-occupied with the way her body moved to notice her true objective.

STOMP! "You there! Halt!" called out an obviously female voice from the cockpit of a Leo Mobile Suit. "You are trespassing on Federation property and I will exercise force to remove you off of this base. Turn around and leave now and I will not arrest you were you stand." The female pilot expressed this by aiming the huge 105mm MS rifle at Id.

"Heh heh heh..." Id chuckled loud enough for the female pilot to hear. "Oh really...?"

This confused the soldier. "What are you laughing about? I'm being ser---!! SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK?!" She stared at the petite glowing arm that crashed thru the armor of her Leo. The pilot cringed when the tempered titanium plating was suddenly ripped outward allowing her to meet face to face with the arm's owner.

"Hello." Said Id, staring evily at the female in Feddy uniform, her eyes shining a dark red hue that seemed like fire dancing in a pit of sapphire embers. "I'm laughing because I'm going to kill you."

The pilot literally wet her pants. "W-wha...?"

"DIE!!"

Like a lightning bolt Id struck the Leo MS, leaping high into the air from the cockpit before coming down like a meteor towards it's left leg twisting clock-wise to the left before literally slicing the titanium alloy appendage from the main body. Before the Leo could fall to the ground Id leaped high and twisted into a double spinning around house, one ki-charged kick slicing thru half of the torso and the other finishing it off killing the pilot at the same time. The little red-head landed facing away from the pile of scrap behind her towards the gawking soldiers that witnessed the impossible feat. The MS exploded lighting the night and casting a dark shadow over the front of the girl. Only the eerie sapphire glow in her eyes blazing in a crimson inferno was the only admonition before their lifes would soon be hers.

The Slayer of God wishes to play.

"Sh-shi... GET HER! OPEN FIRE!!"

Soldiers used rifles, Leo MSs used their 105mm rifles, and turrents fire their high-velocity anti-armor cannons to kill the monster that took out a Leo with her bare-hands. But nothing was working; the little devil dodges, jumps, evades and seemed to just not be there at all as they fired round after round, shell after shell trying to kill the demon girl. She ignored the cries of soldiers as she ran at inhuman speed towards a squad of 10 Leo Mobile Suits.

A ki-enhanced jump found her soaring nearly 50 feet in the air, higher than the height of the MSs and seemed to hover. Chi formed in her hands into baseball-sized spheres that gleamed in the dark night.

Her right hand shot out, a blast of hot chi blasting a hole in the chest of a Leo. Her left thrusted towards the next MS decapitating and place it out of commission. Her hands alternated throwing these high powered blast. Two shots ripped the arms off of another. One blast flew over a Leo but suddenly double-backed and ripped through the rear armor causing it to explode. One chi-blast ripped through three Leo's and another finished them off that ended in a blazing inferno. Her eighth shot pierced the chest of another Leo and crashed into a fuel tank that exploded taking battle tanks and a few buildings with it. A ninth blast ripped thru the armor of another Leo's shield sending it flying before a tenth blast of hot-chi put a hole were the cockpit use to be. An eleventh, twelfth and thirteenth blast massacared the last remaining Leo before she suddenly turned in mid-air, building up a chi-ball the size of a basketball between her hands. Landing like a cat on her feet, she braced herself, teeth grinding together as she pushed the power out.

"FUKEI!!!"

The ball erupted in to a massive beam of chi energy that lanced thru columns of armored vehicles, passed them and into a row of hangers piercing the armored buildings back to back until a huge explosive chain reaction signals the destruction of her targets.

She slowly walked towards the middle of the base were a communications tower remains unharmed and standing tall around what was left of the air base, the only area still standing with a sinister smile on her face.

"HQ! HQ! Come in HQ! This is base Sierra Air Base! We are under attack we are under attack!" cried a scared-shitless soldier. "We are under attack by unknown unit! It's a devil I tell you a DEV---!!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH-----!!!"

BOOOOOOOMMM---!!!

A missle struck the communcations tower sending it up in smoke as Alpha-One buzzed what remained of it. The fighter climbed and banked to the right following transport ships that decided to leave before they to met the fate of the soldiers at Id's hands.

But now they're in his territory.

Bud had a face of concentration as he accelerated the fighter past the sound barrier to intercept the transports. He noticed that the ships sent out a compliment of Aries, the main air battle platform for OZ and the Federation Military. He scoffed at the insult and turned to dispatch the trash from his skies.

Banking left and easing the stick forward he put the fighter into a dive right into the formation of Aries. They fired their 100mm rifles but missed by what seemed like miles as the young pilot manipulated his fighter to bob and weave thru the halo of bullets. A stream of laser fire from the Mauler REB-23 laser guns mounted on the base of the wings shot at the flying MSs. One of the Aries dropped from the sky where it collided with another sending them both to the ground in a fiery blaze.

"Come on!" Bud growled at the Aries daring them to take him on in combat.

Alpha-One swooped down blasting through the ranks of the MS's to break up their formation. Just as it passed through the fighter suddenly snapped to a halt in mid-flight and changed into gerwalk mode. Gerwalk was designed to have the some combat ability of soldier mode while retaining most of the speed and manuverabilty of a fighter plane. And thats how Buddy used it, seemingly gliding along in the air as if he was on a surface of ice avoiding missles and rifle shots. The XS-15 roared loudly, tearing into Aries after Aries spewing forth hot death in the form of 40mm high-velocity transuranium slugs. Explosions littered the night sky, not an Aries was left flying to disturbed what was his personal back-yard.

Buddy let out a long sigh watching the transports try to escape from his range. A mental command to his thinking-cap, or helmet, changed the variable fighter back into fighter mode to pursue the large, slow-moving jets. He checked over his remaining ammo for the gatling rifle and found he only used 400 rounds of 2000 thats contained in the clip. Short burst really work. Only one mini-missle shot leaving him with 39 left. All 12 MRHMM and MRM-120 Jack-hammers remained. 'Too bad I can't go into Soldier until I fire off all these Jack-hammers and two MRHMM on my hard-points,' he thought.

"Range: 50 miles. Distance to targets: 22.4, 21.3, 24.3, 22.7; mark four-zero-niner." Bud armed a MRM-120 Jack-hammer from each hard-point and pressed the trigger. "Fox-Two!"

Four missles streaked from the variable fighter at around 1500mph closing the distance quickly. MRM-120 multi-warhead Jack-hammer missles were designed to explode near the target area into a cluster of mini-missles that would create a more powerful devestating blow to the enemy. So when the pilots of the transports laughed when the missles didn't hit assuming the fighter pilot has bad aim, they screamed in terror as the Jack-hammers exploded above their craft spreading small missle clusters in every direction that demolished the planes sending all four down to the ground in a huge orange-red smoking fireballs.

Bud relaxed in his seat, turning the fighter back to pick up Ranko. A couple more days and Dr. J would most-likely send another mission for them to complete. But today... Was a good day.

"Mission Accomplished."

Main-Story: Nevada Training Facilities, After Graduation...

"Today, you will be learning the basic controls of the OZ-06MS Leo, the standard ground-type of the Federation Alliance military. No you will not be riding in these multi-million dollar pieces of high-tech equipment; you, ladies and gentlemen, are not worthy enough to ride my Mobile Suit units, yet." Lt. Stryker growled loudly to the assembled group of fifteen soldiers selected from boot camp, not for their physical ability but, for their high scores on their registration test that proved their mental capacity for MS training. "That is why I am here to train you little shit-wads to pilot MY Mobile Suits.

During this week you will be placed in combat simulators similiar to the Leo MS. From there I will be instructing you in the control mechanisms and teaching you basic movements of the Leo MS such as walking, turning, running, and other gross motor control movements. Following that will be a march, in the similator, to a digital hand-to-hand course in which you will learn how to fight in your MS. Todays simulation will not involve firearms. The only 'weapons' you will have is a combat shield and beam saber. Now fall in!"

The soldiers quickly filed into formation in two squads side-to-side. On command they marched into a pair of double doors and were assigned simulators. Montel, being the head of the squad was given the simulator pad in the back of the room.

'Always in the back you'll find the black man,' he didn't want to say that out loud unless he wanted trouble, which he didn't. He stepped into the pod and another soldier stationed at the facility helped strap him in, much to Montel's annoyance, before the front panel was lifted and sealed. He was actually in the cockpit of a Mobile Suit, though it be a simulator it was close enough to be the real thing. The large screen, that acted as a forward visual, flickered on and a small box at the top corner showed Lt. Stryker in the cockpit of his own Mobile Suit.

"First order of buiness: Activating your Mobile Suit. The power-on switch in the OZ-06MS Leo is similiar to a M22A2 Main Battle Tank. This switch is also found in the OZ-07AMS Aries, OZ-07MS Tragos, OZ-08MMS Pisces and the OZ-09MMS Cancer." He stated matter of factly. "Note the three-button control panel on the console to the left. Those are the activation switches. Press each one from right to left."

Montel followed the instructions. The cockpit shook and he could hear and feel the MS-simulator power up. Controls lit up on the forward and side consoles. Six screens flickered to life; five showing a 180 degree view from right to left of the digital forest that surrounded his Mobile Suit. The view was nearly crystal clear and he also noticed other Leo MSs, probably the other soldiers, standing within the forest-line in his site. Another Leo painted in a desert-warfare camouflage pattern stood off to the north in a clearing, Montel assumed the pilot was Lt. Stryker.

"Good. Moving right along..."

He listened while Stryker explained the controls. It seemed very complicated but at the same time it wasn't. Basically all major movements of the the Mobile Suit were controlled by a HOTAS and FCLMP (Foot Controlled Land Movement Pedals) or F-Clamp. Stryker went thru a few more instructions teaching everyone arm movements and turning their MS from left to right, then in 180 turns.

"You maggots might be worth my time. Now we shall move to walking. Using your F-Clamp, apply light pressure to pedal 3..."

Most soldiers got the idea but some didn't. Montel's MS didn't move at all while he watched everyone else.

"Private Wysinger! Get your ass moving!"

He went into action. "Sir!"

"What the hell?!"

Instead of a stumbled walk, Montel's Leo did a brisk jog up to the Lieutenant, stood at attention and saluted him in one fluid motion. Stryker was impressed but not that much. He had to think for a second, only a second before asking Montel a question. "Where did you learn to pilot your Mobile Suit like that, Private?" he barked.

"Your instructions, sir!" the blackman said monotonously.

He found that as a suitable answer and continued the lessons. Stryker ordered Montel to stand to the side and waited for the other soldiers to follow his example and learn fast, which they didn't. Eventually the march towards the combat site began and lasted for a 20 minutes, some MSs straying from path and having to be corrected. Montel was at the back of the group keeping in line with the person in front of him.

"As you can see on your HUD and Radar, we are now arriving at Nav Point Delta-Phi, MS combat training zone for this simulator. Now we shall form a circle; 150m distance from each Leo starting with Kanzaki to my right. Move out!" It took time but it was done, Montel directly across from the Lt's MS.

"First up: Kanzaki and Reign."

For the next 30 minutes, Leo MSs battled it out one on one in hand to hand combat. Sloppy punches and blocks supplimented by clumbsy blocks and parries. Some soldier were actually good at this while others weren't. The 5th pair finished and it was now Montel's turn to go up.

"Next: Wysinger and Nurghiski."

Montel stared down the guy from inside his MS and prepared for battle. His opponent was also one of the good pilots of today showing quick adaption to his mecha; it took up a boxing stance planning to duke it out with the black man.

A smile formed on Montel's lips.

Closing the 200m distance from the Leo, Montel's reached into it's shield and suddenly pulled out a beam saber handle. The weapon ignited into a pulsing ruby sword of energy, and he lashed out with it in a left to right backhanded swing that sliced the enemy MS in half, ending the other soldiers simulation.

"What the hell..?! Were did you learn how to--"

He went to his right and tore into another Leo, slicing it from shouler to chest then turning a full 360 degrees to deliever a powerful slash that severed the torso from it's legs. One of the other soldiers tried to subdue Montel from behind but he quickly turned, ducking low and rising with the beam saber slicing the Leo in half from crotch to head like a hot knife through butter. Two more tried charging him from the left; he back-handed one and twisted around from the right to slice both MS's in half. He kept going and going, hot thermal energy ripping appart titanium alloy armor like it was paper. A whirlwind of unstoppable destruction only found in those of the elite.

When Montel finally stopped his rampage only the Lieutenent in his light brown Leo remained. The black pilot noted that instructor carrier a 105mm rifle and no beam weapon. He smirked and final communicated with Stryker.

"It's time to met your maker...! RRaaaggghH---!!"

The simulator suddenly shut off just inches from Strykers Leo. Montel cursed at the lucky the Lt. seemed to have. His simulator pod opened up and he found himself grabbed by his uniformed and hauled out.

"Explain yourself soldier!"

'I'll give you an explanation,' he thought darkly. "No explanation sir! Just performing combat exhibition."

That didn't please them from what he saw. "Why did you attack your own units?"

"Demonstration of what would happen if they don't learn how to pilot their Mobile Suit, Sir!"

"Dismissed, private. Get out of my face." Stryker said in disgust.

"Sir!"

They didn't see his smile when he turned to leave.

Another room, After simulation...

A pair of high-ranked member of the Federation Alliance military watched the recording of the simulation that previously occured. Not only were they watching the battle were Montel decimated his other 14 training partners, they had another screen set up that showed inside the black man's cockpit as he attacked the other soldiers.

"Interesting. He looks expressionless during this fight but, I can see that occassionally his face would show some emotion that looked like anger and pleasure."

"Breathing looks normal. Instruments say his heart-rate and adrenaline levels were high."

They watched him perform the rising slash with the beam saber.

"Private Wysinger seems to be showing alot of skill."

"Yes, he does. Reminds me of a young Zechs Merquise, don't you think?"

"Probably." Montel cut a Leo into six pieces. "Most definitely."

"Transfer him to Aries Suits and see how he does there."

"Aren't there ground and air variants?"

Pause. "Yes, but the war is mostly ground-based so far. How he does in the Aries depends on whether we sent him to the front or to that squad Doc Ines has set up for those new Mobile Suits."

Lunch time for the MS trainees. All 15 were gathered in the mess hall enjoying the finer designs of Federation slop that just happened to be a source of high nutritional value. The mess was crowded with pre-graduates, veterans and new trainees partaking in the excercises before being shipped out to the frontlines to fend off OZ from their country. Rumor has it that the Longfeller Foundation was backing OZ 100% in this take-over and that really angered many of the new recruits that were only citizens just months ago.

Of the 15 new trainees from Point V-T-C, one was singled out and dubbed as someone to avoid. Rumor spread quickly about a young black man that put ownage on his team-mates during his first simulator run with moves that of an Ace. That person just happened to be sitting at a table by himself, everyone that previously sat there getting out of his way.

Montel sighed, chewing on the crap that needed salt to taste better. He didn't know how he even did all that in the Sim. Why everyone was singling him out, he didn't care.

"Ey.. Blackie."

Montel eyed the man approaching to the right, raising his eyebrow. He pointed at himself.

"Yeah, I'm talking to you, ya nigger."

The black man closed his eyes and placed his utensils down, pushing his food away lightly. With ease he stepped out of his chair and faced the man.

WHAM!!

"Agh--!" The soldier stumbled back clutching his nose. "Jou pucking black teERRK!!" He folded over from the kick to his groin. He was suddenly grabbed and he couldn't help but feel the air burst from his lungs as knee after knee was driven into it his gut. It would of escalated to a more vicious fight if it wasn't for the interruption of a head officer.

"Officer on deck!" Someone shouted, snapping everyone to attention.

"What the fuck is going on here Wysinger?!"

Montel quickly stepped forward and saluted. "Recreation, Sir!"

"Recreation, eh? I don't care who started it but if you decide to have more... recreation on his base both of you little fuck-wads will be scrubbing Aries exhaust blast off the tarmac for the rest of your miserable service to this Mans Army. Is that clear?!"

"YES SIR!" both men shouted.

"Good. Private Montel, report to Henderson for Aries training at 1300. Speaking of which, you have 10 minutes to do so. Why are you still HERE?!"

"Sir!" Montel saluted again and double-timed it to the Aries hangar that was two buildings down.

The officer turned to the other soldier. "As for you, Corporal Willie.." He pointed his side-arm at the young mans head. "On my base, ethincal biggotry is prohibited. Furthermore, it is also against Federation primary code of conduct to address a fellow comrade, civilian, and/or member of goverment in a manner that promotes the harrassment of sex, religion, physical aspects, origin of birth, sexual preferance, spoken language and mental ability.

Seeing as we are in a time of war, I have the right to execute you at this time for breaching one of the military's primary directives." He stared at the man. "But I am giving you one more chance soldier. Next time you won't be so lucky. Now get you're ass out of my site and change your uniform! It's unbefitting of a soldier to soil his or her pants in the face of death."

The officer holstered his gun and looked around.

"As you were, soldiers."

Everyone continued on with whatever they were doing.

Sub-Chapter: 3 Weeks before OZ Coup..
Super-Battleship UEF-Bismarck, South China Sea, 5 miles off the coast of Hong Kong..

"Looks like a calm night," a sailor says to one of his mates. Both standing on the deck leaning on a guard rail facing the port-side of the ship towards the harbor. He turned his head to see if someone is comming from the stern before pulling out his cigerattes. "It a wonder we ain't been attacked by one of them Gundam things." Pause. "Yo, Jon?"

When he turned his head to check if anyone was comming, Jon found himself unable to breathe of speak as a noose was placed around his neck and a black gloved hand covering his mouth. By the time the other sailor turned around, Jon was already pulled off deck and hung off the side of the ship, dangling like a pendulum with a broken neck.

"Where did he...?"

A loud crack sounded as a foot connected with the back of his neck, cracking the vertebrae and ultimately crushing the neck portion of his spinal column. A black-gloved hand snaked in and snatched the dead man only to toss him over board into the ice cold sea water of the night. With a quickly hop the figure was on board. One could tell that the person was short and petite but the strength and stealth demonstrated that this person was trained well in their art. The figure was wearing all black; a tight, form fitting body suit that doubled as a wet-suit, a black mess mask that covered facial features and a pair of ninja tabi boots. The only pair of equipment that was somewhat noticable was a small ear piece with extended microphone near the figures mouth.

"I'm on deck." The figure whispered as it moved into a shadow to avoid being discovered by patrolling guards.

..follow the starboard deck-way until you reach hatch 07. Enter then make a right down to lower-deck 1..

The figure silently ran down the semi-lighted deck on the left side of the ship. It stopped at hatch 07 and quickly opened it. On the other side waited an enemy sailor.

"What the..GRRKK!!"

Quickly incapacitating the sailor with a punch to the bridge of the nose the figure dragged the body towards what looked to be a utility closet and deposited the dead sailor. There was a loud crack of bone during the impact which resulted in the nasal cavity being shattered sending bone fragments piercing into the brain.

The figure headed down to the lower deck but paused hearing some voices. It suddenly leapt up and clung to the ceiling by a group of pipes with a space large enough to fit it's body. It waited for the sailors to pass by before dropping back down with the agility of a cat.

..passage-way E, hatch 21..

"Roger.."

Down a corridor and past a lone guard that was quickly disposed off, the figure headed down corridor E and entered hatch 21 into what was the captain's living quarters.

"I'm in, Bud." it whispered.

..good-job Ranko..

"That's Id!" the figure whispered harshly in an obviously femanine voice.

..whatever. The ship was designed to be controlled from the captains room if ever they were hijacked. Only a select few knew about this and it's only told to the captain in his emergency manual. Stupid idiots, that they are. Panel C, located in the top right corner of the ceiling adjacent to the door hatch. Open it..

Id spotted said panel and quickly used chi to stick to the wall to reach it with her short body. Using tools supplied by her friend she popped the grate open letting it swing down and hand from one side.

"Got it."

..hop in. There should be enough room for someone twice your size to be able to fit in their..

She grabbed hold of the edge and pulled herself in then closed up the grate. She gasped. The space was as large as a bedroom closet if it was horizontal and parrallel to the ground. There looked to be controls for everything including navigation, radar, auto-mated weapon systems, communications; the works.

..think you can handle it?..

"Oh yeah," she smirked, taking off her mask. "Piece of cake. Just give me coordinates for the base and I'll start firing."

The Super-Battleship UEF-Bismarck was piece of engineering masterpiece. That is because it was one of two of the Super-Battleship class in existance. The ship was massive, a little under one-third of a mile long or 1735ft from bow to stern. The ship was powered by the latest in nuclear fusion technology with a service life of 100 years before any replacment would be required. The main characteristic of the Bismarck was it's unique blend of armament.

There were tweleve 420mm x 18ft (16.5inch) set in 4 triple turrents, two along the aft section and two towards the bow. These turrents were of a new auto-loading design that could fire off APHE (Armor Piercing High Explosive) shells at 1.5 rounds per minute. There were two silos on each end of the ship. Both held a pop-up missle turrent loaded with 12 of the BGM-227 Arrow VI cruise missle, a semi-nuclear 1 Mega-ton warhead delievery system capable striking enemy installations under terrain hugging self-guidence systems at distances of 2000 miles. Further ordiance included 14 dual-beam cannons, SAM and 20mm phalanx cannons and eight 120mm smoothbore cannons that rounded off the ships main anti-anything else weaponry.

Unlike Ranma, Id had many life-times worth of knowledge that did not include 'The Living Art.' Just by looking at the weapons console she already knew how to operate it since it was similiar to others that she's seen throughout time.

"Buddy.. I have tweleve 420mm batteries and cruise missles at your disposal."

..Yes! Listen up. Target Hong Kong Naval facilities with all turrents and bombard them in intervals of two salvos every five minutes. What's the range of cruise missles?..

"2000 miles after booster falls off."

..Set coordinates, three targets. Eight missles per target. Each missle launched launched in intervals of 90 seconds after the first and next. Ready for coordinates?..

*Youkai..*

..Guangzhou. Latitude: 21N -33 Longitude: 114E X0003448 Y0035343; Haiphong, Vietnam. Latitude: 20N +28 Longitude: 107E -4 X8973000 Y2345420; Mandalay. Latitude: 21N -45 Longitude: 97E +3 X3300066 Y0000976 Death From Above..

'Death from above?' she thought. 'Oh, he wants the missles to strike from a high altitude.' "Copy that."

Her fingers danced along the weapons console and occassionally she turned to the radar station next to it and set things into plan.

"Sir! The main batteries are activating!"

"What?!" Yelled the captain. "Shut them down! Now!"

"I can't, Captain! Control has been severed from the bridge and weapon stations!"

The four triple-turrents on the ship turned towards the ships port. The huge 420mm deck guns raised until they were in place for firing.

"Find the tragectory on those guns! Red alert!"

"Cruise missle are raising, Sir!"

"Cut off power to the turrents!"

Sailors scrambled about the bridge. "No go sir! We've lost all control of the ship!"

"Guns are aimed and loaded to fire upon Hong Kong Naval Base!"

"Oh god no..!"

"All set, babe." Id said to Bud. "Ready when you are."

..You take care of the base. I'll defend the ship..

"Aye-aye handsome," she giggled. She casually pushed the fire switch on the weapons console.

On a near by ship still in visible range of UEF-Bismarck, Duo Maxwell pilot of Gundam Deathscythe was sitting atop his Mobile Suit. Deathscythe was currently on it's back laying against the wide deck of the carrier covered by tarp to avoid detection.

"Man! There's nothing better than a cold beer after a long day!" Two men were relaxing on a bench near the Gundam, both with a bottle of that cold brewed substance that contains alcohol.

"You got that right!" said the other guy, taking a big swig of his brewski.

Another man approached, the owner of the ship. Howard was a tall old man with greying hair. He always seemed to wear color polonesian shirts, khaki shorts and a pair of trade-mark sunglasses. He walked past Deathscythe and saw Duo kicking-back on the waist portion of the mecha.

"Hey, Duo! Duo?!" He shouted. "What's up, Duo?! What are you doing up there?"

"Nothing," the God of Death casually said, his eyes turned back up to the moon. "I've just found that the moon looks much more beautiful from Earth."

Howard nodded at that. "The moonlight on the calm sea..."

"The moon looks clear from the colony. I always thought of it as a huge graveyard."

"Graveyard, huh?" The old man looked at him strangely.

He signed and leaned back against the hard surface of his machine. "I'm sure that guy doesn't have the soul to look upon the moon in this way. You should let youself go over the edge every once in a while and enjoy your life. Especially while you're still alive..."

"Being rational is one thing. Reality is another. It's a sad human saga..."

"I wonder what he's doing now." Duo closed his eyes.

"Look over there Duo." Howard point toward the huge battleship a few miles away. "It's the new Super-Battleship UEF-Bismarck. One of the most powerful naval vessels in the world."

"Feh, it's nothing compared to Deathscythe."

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"GAH!" The young pilot fell off the Gundam at the sound of tweleve 420mm deck guns firing off simultaneously. "What the fuck was that?!"

Howard looked off in the distance and could see the explosions of shells impacting a land mass. "Looks like the Bismarck is attacking that OZ Naval base in Hong Kong with the deck guns."

Duo watched cruise missles streak from turrets on the ship. Strange how he wasn't told to attack the base but someone else was. Could their be more Gundam pilots besides him and Heero? He didn't see a Gundam at all.

"Let's stay here for a while. I'll check this out with the Deathscythe's sensors."

"It's your money kid."

Sirens blared and red emergency strobe-lights flashed as another shelling decimated the northern and western sections of OZ Base Wilbur. Radar detected the source of the shelling comming from 5 miles off the coast and identified as the UEF-Bismarck. The base commander recieved transmission from the ships captain that they somehow loss control of the ship from an external source and request that they sink the ship after it's crew evacuated. Ship-to-ship torpedos would of been the commanders first choice but, during the first shelling from the ship their docks were destroyed along with the few Spruance-class destroyers and Perry-class frigates. The second shelling took out their surface-to-surface missle turrents.

All they had left were Mobile Suits.

"Sir! Cruise missles launched from Bismarck!"

"Track them!"

"Another salvo of missles launched! Their heading towards Mandalay Base, Haiphong Base and Guangzhou just north of us!"

"Can you find out what kinda of warhead they carry?!"

"According to the Bismarck they carry the type Arrow VI's."

"Oh god, sub-atomic munitions-- Warn Mandalay and Haiphong, Guangzhou would be gone by now."

A loud whistle could be heard, a signal of a high-speed falling projectile.

"Sir, but thats----"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!

Soldiers scrambled to their Aries mecha and took off after the Bismarck as the command HQ for the base was destroyed by a third shelling.

Id sweated in the small command space in the ship. She adjusted the angle of each turrent so their shots were more spread out to do more damage to the base. According to her sensors she scored direct hits to the bases power-plant, HQ, mechanized hangars and sea ports. An alarm sounded alerting her of incoming aircraft.

"Better protect me, Bud." she said to herself while flipping the switch to launch the next wave of cruise missles.

A full squardon of 30 Aries approach the Bismarck from the north-east. Instead of taking the direct route across the sea straight to the ship the Aries met up with units from Guaugzhou Base to attack the battle-ship.

"This is Wing-Command to Wing-Lead. Break off in threes and attack. Watch out for those beam turrets and try to stop the rest of those cruise missles."

"Two."

"Six."

"Nine."

The aerial MS's broke off in three directions and paired off with another Aries. One formation went low towards the surface and skimmed the water in a low attack against the ship. Another took the high route intending to flank the ship and take out the turrets. The last formation soared high and prepared to dive and strike at the Bismarck from above.

Until warning tones caught them unaware.

"Missle-lock?!"

"Me too!"

"Same here!"

"Incomming!"

"Were under attack!"

MRM-120 Jack-hammers streaked in from the sky down towards the Aeries. Several of the Mobile Suits took direct hits from missles while others were not so lucky. Two missles exploded in a frenzy on the flanking formation, micro-missles spreading out in every direction impacting and overwhelming the MS's wiping all but two from the skies. A set of four jack-hammers crippled the low-flying Aries sending them to their watery graves in a massive display of destruction and carnage. Two more of the medium range jack-hammers lanced through the heads of a pair of Aries in the last group before impacting another two setting off the warhead to spread. All four Aries were crushed under the explosive force and fell as orange fireballs into the dark depths of the China Sea.

"Holy shit! Break off.. break off! AAHHHH----"

A burst of machine gun fire slammed into the engine ports of the Wing-Commanders Aries causing an explosive chain reaction. The MS blew up into nothing, just scrap to litter the ocean floor. Swooping down from the night clouds came the YF-19 buzzing past two Aries at Mach 1. The Mauler REB-30G anti-aircraft pulse laser mounted on central dorsal section of the fighter activated and fired, burning a hole into the chest of an Aries were the cockpit was located. At the same time the REB-23 laser guns fired taking out another two Aries in the same manner.

"Fire at its aft engines!" one the Aries pilots shouted, aiming his Leo's 100mm chain rifle to fire at the variable fighter. The last remaining four MS's simultaneously fired upon the fighter launching missle to compliment their first wave of attacks.

The fighters pilot had to be an ace as he dodged rifle blast and evaded missles. Suddenly, to the Aries pilots surprise, the fighter suddenly halted in mid-air and seemed to mechamorph into a configuration that looked like a bird with arms. That seemed to be the downfall for the fighter as he raised up it's shield arm taking the brunt of the missle impacts and being enveloped in a huge explosion!

"Direct hit!"

"Good job! Now back to..."

"Sir! The fighter!"

The smoke from the explosion cleared showing the YF-19 in perfect condition. A pulsing transparent barrier eminating from the shield to protect the fighter. Then it pointed the large rifle in it's right hand at the group of Aries.

"Get out! Retreat! Retrrukkk---!!"

A burst of high-velocity 40mm transuranium slugs shot down one Aries, but that wasn't enough. With a loud whine of the spinning barrels a loud roar came as it fired on full-auto turning the Aries' into swiss-cheese in a matter of seconds. The last remaining three Mobile suits plummeted to the calm sea and sunk as water filled into the multitude of bullet holes in their frames.

A final salvo of shells erupted from the Bismarck signalling the end of the fighting. A communique from the ship was sent to the hovering fighter.

..Id to Alpha-One. Come in..

"This is Alpha-One. Go ahead Ranko." Bud heard faint grumbling.

..Mission Complete. Cruise missle attacks have successfully destroyed their intended targets. OZ Naval base has also been destroyed..

"Mission accomplished, Ranko. Set the ship to self-destruct in 10 minutes. I'll pick you up on the stern deck."

*Youkai.*

"Son of a... What the hell is that?!" Shouted Duo. He put down the binoculars and gazed at the strange transformable bird-like mecha that just wiped-out a flight of Aries in a matter of seconds. Not only that but it took direct missle hits that even his Deathscythe would would feel though it wouldn't do that much damage. He did come up with one assumption of what exactly that transforming fighter was.

It must of been a Gundam.

But Gundams, like his own and Heero's, were made up of Gundamium Alloy. His sensors confirmed that it wasn't made of it but of something else that could not be identified. Maybe whom ever built this fighter didn't have access to the metal and had to fabricate their own version that was similiar. Another strange note about the mecha was that, he could see it but his sensors said that nothing was there. After the fighter finished off the last of the Aries MSs it suddenly disappeared off of the radar yet there it was hovering seemingly inches from the water surface. Duo chalked it up to the fighter having a similar stealth device as him.

He still wondered how that flimsy looking fighter took those missle barrages without a scratch.

"That doesn't look like a Mobile Suit," Howard noted. He could tell that it wasn't a design like his old partners would use. Of that he was sure off. "Heh, I wouldn't even call it one! Kinda weird too. Fast as a fighter but with a weapons platform of an assault MS. That's what I think."

Duo watched the fighter pick up someone from the ship and take off toward the east. "I don't really care. As long as they're on our side, I'm all for em."

Main Story: Nevada Training Facilities, Aries Hangar...

"Private Wysinger reporting as order!" Montel saluted to the officer present. A 'Major' from seeing the twin-silver bars.

"At ease soldier. I'm Major Henderson and for the rest of the day I'll be teaching you how to fly and Aries. Follow me." The headed into the hangar were two Aries rested along with another simulator, Montel noted. "I heard you were shit-hot earlier today, private."

"Others thought otherwise, Sir."

"So I heard." He gestured to the simulator. "You should know what to do. Step on in." Montel hopped in and strapped himself into the seat. The controls were slightly different from the Leo with the addition of some other shit he didn't really knew but some how knew how to use.

'How do I...'

"You'll notice a few differences. A seperate HOTAS for flight and a panel for the wing hard-points. These four buttons arm the two hard-points on each wing. Press this button and pickle 2 and 4 and you can say bye-bye to whatever you got. This is only used when you have bombs loaded. Select 1 or 3 and you'll get an error."

He droned about the differences between Leo's, Tragos' and Aries, also explaining how much thrust is required before changing to flight-mode and other similiar things.

"Alright, let's see what you can do." The major shut sealed the simulator and started it up on a console close to it.

Inside, Montel activated the sim' and the MS started up with a loud whine of the generator and turbine verniers. Like earlier, the 5 screens lit up displaying the outside which was an open field with many marked targets just like the in the Leo-sim. 'This should be easy,' he thought. With the go-ahead from Mjr. Henderson his verniers ignited and pushed the 35 ton warmachine into the air until he reached an altitude of 1000ft above the ground. Controlling the flight mode was pretty simple and sorta reminded him of Bud's YF-19 yet these Aries Mobile Suits were not as confusingly advanced. They more were standardized like the Leo but with a few added guages and doo-dads that would give the pilot a little more challenge, which was always welcomed in Montel's book.

Henderson had him go thru basic maneuvers like turns, banking, climbing and descension along with a few loops and tight moves such as 180 degree turns. The black soldiers soaked it all in quickly and soon was spelling his name in the blue skies with the exhaust from his MS. Next on the agenda, target practice. Henderson set up stationary sim-drones for him to target and destroy with the MS's chain-rifle. Tracers lit the sky as the rifle poured out hot lead on full-automatic but, only 46 of the 80 targets were destroyed. A less-than average score but better than most.

"Time for some live practice, soldier. Armored column at 10 o'clock."

"Roger." missles burst from the wing-pods of the Aries as he took the flying MS down in a nose-dive toward the row of tanks. He could hear the audible cling and clank of enemy fire on the armor. A flip of a switch and the Aries transformed into it's soldier configuration and he brought the chain-rifle to bare and fired taking pot shots at the tanks with little successes. Montel growled and kept trying, occassionally scoring hits on a tank but not taking them out. Another bout of missles rocketed off, slamming into a pair of tanks turning them into smoldering piles of scrap.

Reaching the ground, the Aries rushed towards the tanks discarding the rifle and reach towards it's hip but came up empty handed. A 120mm shell founds it's way to the MS penetrating the cockpit ending the simulation.

"Shit!" Montel cursed. If it wasn't for the disadvantage of not having a beam saber he would of got them all.

The Major opened up the simulator and shook his head. "You were quick to get the flying aspect down. But you relied mostly on visual site instead of using your reticle to fire at the targets." He handed Montel a manilla envelope. "I was just handed this before the sim' ended. Classified shit, it has your permanent orders. Dismissed." This guy sucks, he thought.

Montel saw the look on the mans face and gave him the one finger salute in response when his back turned, though he didn't dare do it in his face. He didn't know why he didn't do as good as he thought. It was frustrating trying to fly the thing and fire at the same time. He wondered how Buddy did it? But that didn't matter, it was he whom couldn't cut the cake in an Aries and now they want him to do top-secret kitchen duty or some gay shit like that.

Sigh. Time to hit the barracks and get some sleep. He'll look over this stuff in the morning.

Sub-Chapter: New Edwards Base

"This is New Edwards Air Force Base," an officers said over a comminique to Treize Khushrenada, head of OZ. "Another shuttle just came in. There are quite a few planes out there, including VIP jets."

"Understood. Thank you."

Lady Une, a serious looking woman wearing a burgundy, brown and white uniform with her hair in twin buns. She also had on a pair of wire-framed glasses that gave her the look of someone in command. She may of looked serious but she is actually a young woman in love with a certain OZ commander and chief. "As you instructed, I leaded the fake info; That all of OZ's top offcers will be gathering at New Edwards; through out military channels."

"You and I will be there, at least. So, it isn't totally false information."

"Are you using yourself as bait, sir?" she asked. "Personnel stationing is 100% complete. No more increase should be necessary."

Treize picked up a clip board and looked it over. "Zechs is stationed in Nairobi? Such a figure in a place like that?"

Une nodded. "Nairobi is an important strategic point in Europe, yet there aren't enough capable officers in that area."

"I see." He turned towards a window and looks out over the base. "Now people will choose their course in history without any hesitations."

At a secret location...

"I accept the mission. Roger." Heero Yuy said looking into his Gundam's view screen. "New Edwards... Oz will be there."

New Edwards Base; San Fransico, Ca...

Arriving at New Edwards Air Force base on that day were Supreme Commander Marshal Noventa; Commander-in-Chief of the Space Forces, General Septem and Commander-in-Chief of the Earth Forces, General Ventl. all the tiop officers of the World Federation Armed Forces attended the discussion of the treaty negotiations. Among the top officers were the Special's head, Col. Treize, and his adjutant, Lt. Col Lady Une. However, Treize had leaked false information about the meeting, giving the impression that the meeting was a gathering of OZ's top members, not the Federation's.

"Now, let's see which was history will turn." Treize said taking his seat with Lady Une on his right.

"The way you planned, of course, Treize-sama."

"It's now up to the Federation. I can only help history decide its own course. That's how things work."

Supreme Commander Marshal Noventa was a tall, regal looking man. His all white uniform dictated that he was the highest ranking member of the Federation Alliance military, the many rows of decorations adorning his left and right breasts. He spoke to the assembled militaries in an expressive tone that said he was serious.

"In the beginning, the Federation was a deterrent force to other growing military powers. Bud today, the Federation itself has become a military threat to the world. There is no need to spend more money to increase our armed forces and to further develop new weapons. This is the path the Federation must choose to take."

"You mean, you're seeking an arms reduction?" General Septem asked.

"A reduction is only the start. Eventually, I believe we should completely disarm ourselves."

"I agree." General Ventl voiced.

The space force commander looked curious. "Gen. Ventl?"

"We once fought hard. We had to in order to make it possible for us to reunite the world. But somehow, before he had realized it, our honorable cause cause has become warped. We have to stop th bloodshed now..." said Ventl.

Gen. Septem stood again to speak. "If only we could do it alone. What about the recent incidents? The attacks made by those mysterious Mobile Suits made from Gundanium alloy? The Earth is being threatened by those invaders with superior weapons. The Special's have engaged in battle with them. What do you think about it?"

Treize stood and put forth a comment. "We believe that they are acts of sabotage committed by the space colonist."

Lady Une whispers to her commander. "Treize-sama!"

"I feel like an actor reading a script." he whispers back.

"An actor?"

"Someone has to express what the Federation officers really want to say, right?"

"It's only natural that the colony sides have a strong mistrust towards us. That is why we need to do something as soon as possible." Novent said.

"I couldn't agress more." Gen Ventl began. "Let's start a new chapter of human civilization with peaceful talks."

Gen Noventa nodded at that. "It's not only the colony that we need to start talks with. We also need to start talks with ourselves."

"But, what about those Mobile Suits?"

"If they learn that out intentions are towards peace, they will lose their objectives. We will open talks. And that way," Noventa looked over the assembled. "the path we have overlooked can be discovered again."

"History seems to be making a wrong turn." Treize noted.

"Then.."

"No." He noticed the man across from his has been continuously glaring at him. He also noted the ear piece the man wore. "Not until the final curtain rises." What was that guy's problem?

General Bentz, head of the Earth Forces in the North American theatre stood up after saying something into his sleave. He continued to send his glare at Lady Une and the Specials' commander. "Before we do that, Supreme Commander. I would like to bring special attention to a current matter at hand before we begin peace talks."

Noventa nodded towards the General. Bentz was an honorable man and a very good leader from the rumors he's heard from soldiers.

"Before my arrival, North American bases recieved an annoymous tip that was just confirmed right now." He glared at Col. Khushrenada. "As of 1530 hours our sensors and radar have confirmed the mobilization of a multitude of Specials' forces all over the world. Throughout many of my North American bases, attempts of sabatoge were thwarted by units monitoring key stations such as radar, communications and power control systems. It is my belief that the OZ Specials units are attempting a Coup 'detat ochestrated by a faction called the Longfeller Foundation.

As of now all North American bases are on stand-by with SAM, AAA, and battalions of Mobile Suits ready to combat Specials' units at this time. And I would like to note that they are ordered to shoot to kill."

Everyone was speechless. Not even the Supreme Commander could say anything because of this revelation. Eyes turned towards the Specials commander whom also was speechless of this information. Though inside his head he was pondering on how this all came to be.

'How the hell did this imbelice knew about all this?! I did not see this while under the influence of the ZERO system of Epyon. Who tipped them off? Was is someone in the high-ranks? Zechs? No, he has not avenged his country, yet.'

Treize, in an act out of character, slammed his hands onto the wooden table in front of him and stood. "What the hell are you talking about?! I did not give my men any orders of the such! I do not even know why the hell you are speaking off."

"Are you sure, Col. Khushrenada?" Noventa asked him and recieved a nod in reply. "It seems that there is another situation to dis---" An explosion could be heard outside the hall. "W-what is it?"

The viewscreen behind Noventa shows a startled soldier. "Sir! An enemy attack! The base is under an enemy attack!" Heads suddenly turn to Treize who shrugs his shoulders. Lady Une looks nervious for once.

"What? Those are..."

On the screen shows Wing Gundam in bird mode approaching the base.

Outside the base...

A huge beam erupts from the barrel of Heero's buster rifle and he takes out a platoon of Leo's and tanks. He turns and repeats taking out another group of units. Next to him is Deathscythe dismembering MS and MS while keeping air units at bay with it's machine cannons and head vulcans. Problem is, the 'enemy' just keep comming one after the other as if they didn't have a limit.

"Defenses are really heavy! This may be too much!" He cut a Leo in an X-pattern with his beam scythe.

Heero charge a group of Leo's and cut them in half with his beam saber but had to back off when he took damage from enemy fire. "This is ten times more than what I expected."

"We've got to take them seriously today!"

"This is taking too long!" Heero brought the Buster Rifle and discharged his final shot at a row of Leo's, Tragos and armored vehicles though the ranks quickly filled in and supressed the two Gundams.

Duo suddenly charge at a heavy group of units, bullets ricochetting off his gundanium armor. "I'll break through the center!"

In another part of the world...

"Why do you refuse this mission?" Dr. J asked Buddy on his encoded tranmission frequency. "You have taken all missions against Federation Bases but not this one."

Bud didn't look happy with all this talking. "It's not like I can't do it or nothin', it's just that I know that OZ leaked some info about them being there. I got suspicious about it so I did some checking. Federation leaders are assembling there for peace and disarming talks." He didn't add in the fact that he already knew that outcome.

"What are you saying?" Dr. J said slowly.

"I'm saying is," he began, putting on his helmet. "Supreme Commander Noventa, the man whom wishes to seek peace, is in danger of being killed by one of the other Gundam pilots, especially your pilot Heero Yuy, Mr. Perfect Soldier." He looked at another floating screen that Ranma was watching. "Check channel 1223.37 and watch the news."

..renegade Mobile Suits are currently attacking New Edwards Base in San Fransico, California where Federation Alliance members are assembled for possible peace talks and the disarmament of military powers currently harbored all over the world and in space. Federation troops are currently holding back these seemingly indestructable suits the losses are heavy on their side. Reports say that--- Wait! This just in! Two more renegade suits, identified as Gundams have joins the previous two in an assault on New Edwards. It looks like..

"What do you think of that, Doc?" Buddy could tell that Dr. J was in deep thought.

"I'm believing to see why you will not follow thru with the mission. Listen. I have the weapons completed but you must come to L1 now to have them fitted and get a few explainations of how to operate and what modifications you wish to add to them." said the Wing Gundam creator. "The boy can take care of himself as he was trained. I doubt your assistance in this personal war was enough."

"We go in space again?" Ranma asked from behind Bud, who got a strange look from the good doctor.

Bud nodded. "Something like that. Suit up Ran-man. You got it Doc. Expect us in the next couple of days. Alpha-One out." He sighed and looked back at the pigtailed man. "The shit hits the fan sometimes."

"You tell me? Is crazy." Ranma said in his broken accent.

"Stupid Gundam pilot kids."

Back at New Edwards...

During the begining of the battle Lady Une used a signalling device to contact OZ forces around the globe. Soon, units of Oz attacked bases world-wide and began taking them over. The coup d'etat had been carefully planned and carried out. Using the name of Special's agents, members of OZ had infiltrated into nearly every Federation base on the globe. With the organization expanded to such a bloated bureaucracy, Federation HQs quickly lost control of the situation, helping to create a devastating chaos. The only exception to this were North American bases scattered across the United States, Canada and Mexico. As told by General Bentz, head of the North American theatre of operations, they were totally prepared for the attack of OZ troops and mechanized units. OZ forces on the East coast, west coast, south east, Alaska, and the four provinces of Canada were hard pressed on their attacks. Sooner or later they had to pull back and the North American militaries will make sure they won't try again.

"Asia, Europe, Africa, Federation bases throughout the world have fallen to the rebels one after another. American bases are under heavy oppression but are managing." the officers said from the viewscreen. "Where did Marshal Noventa go?" he asked a soldier in the meeting room.

"We don't know! We can't locate him anywhere!" he replied.

"What's outing on?!"

Deathscythe hacked away at MSs with it's scythe pole-arm. It moved fluidly though it's movement was somewhat restricted the way the Federation forces were attack the mobile suit. "Shit! They just keep comming!" Duo said annoyingly as he cut a group of armored vehicles in half only for them to be replaced in a few seconds. An alarm suddenly goes off and Heavy Arms appears on his screen. "Missle?! Aimed as us?!"

Salvos of missles streak by Wing and Deathscythe and destroy MSs behind them along with many tank vehicles. After that one attack, the orange and red Gundam brings it's gatling arm into play and lays carpets of fire into oncomming air units. "I'm out of missles." the pilots Trowa notes to himself.

"Sorry! I have no time to persuade you to surrender today. But things are so urgent." Quatre, in his Sandrock Gundam, says to the troops as he easily slices up more federation mobile suits.

"Are they OZ's new mobile suits?" Heero ask Duo.

"But their attacking Federation MSs!" Duo replies.

"Trowa, they look just like us." Quatra says when he spots Wing and Deathscythe. "Maybe they're also..."

Trowa eyes the two gundams and says, "Whatever they are, I'll destroy them if they get in my way."

"Their just like us!" Duo shouted to Heero but they 'Perfect Soldier' ignored him. His eyes were target on a shuttle leaving the base.

"That's it!"

Inside the shuttle sat Supreme Commander Marshal Noventa along with many of the high ranked officers and many soldiers that attended the meeting earlier before the attack by the gundams. Noventa had a worried look on his face, watching some of the chaos ensuing along the surface of New Edwards base. "This is just an unfortunate incident. I don't want to consider this an obstacle to the peace negotiations. And is Treize Khushrenada really all is says he is..?"

"Marshal!"

"What?!" He looks up from the view port and sees Wing flying directly toward the shuttle with it's beam saber ready to strike. He watches calmly and whispers, "Don't do it, young man."

Officers didn't have time to scream as the ruby red beam saber cleaved the aircraft in half then exploded into little pieces of shrapnel that rain onto the ground below.

"Misson: Completed." Heero says to confirm himself.

"Thanks for the great missles." Duo says to the Heavyarms pilot. "Here's something in return!" He brings the beam scythe into play in an attempt to decapitate the orange gundam.

"Please, wait!" Quatre shouts watching each MS attack and dodge in an attempt to eliminate each other. Off to the side he noticed a green mobile suit that looked like his charging at the dueling MSs but before he could do anything a pair of missle streaked from the sky, each slamming into Deathscythe and Heavyarms and seperating them apart.

"What the hell...?!" Wufei, piloting Shen-Long or Nataku as he called it, stopped his charge to stop the fighting morons and looked to the sky.

Above the surface around 5000ft in the air circling around the base like an eagle ready to strike flew Alpha-One. The gundam pilots looked on curiously at the fighter until Duo recodnized it from the strike against Hong Kong a week ago. He double checked his sensors and he didn't detect anything but he could see it clearly on his viewscreen. "It's that fighter from last week!" He shouts in surprise.

"Hey you dumbfucks!" came from their private communication channel. A live feed of Bud came in and they all were quite perturbed that whomever this person was linked up to their channel unknowingly. Wing Gundam attempted to make a move towards the enemy UFO, to Heero, but was halted by the voice of the pilot once again.

"You stupid little shit-head kids!" Buddy growled, Ranma peeking over his shoulder to get a look. "You pieces of shits are fucking stupid! You fell right into OZ little trap and now you morons, especially you Wing Gundam, killed Commander Marshall Noventa whom was a Federation High Commander pushing for peace between the colonies and Earth. You fucking dumbass. If you weren't some punk wannabe perfect soldier little BOY I would kill you right now. Guess what asshole. MISSON: FAILED! You failed to properly confirm the target and it's PASSENGERS. Now you've eliminated the man that would of taken this world onto a slow, but effective process of military disarmarment."

"And if you don't believe that," Buddy calmed down suddenly as his arm shifted to press something. "Listen to this...Ranma?"

"Got it." said the pigtailed man. He pressed certain buttons as instructed and brought up the Federation information channel.

..This is considered the colonies declaration of war on us! Today, we were here to discuss a peaceful negotiations with the colonies. And the man who was so eager to uphold that noble cause is no longer with us. He was among the victims, on board the shuttle, brutally killed by the heartless colony invaders! I repeat! This is an act of war!..

The channel suddenly switched to another, more local television station.

..-ecial reported broadcast from The President of the United States. Sir?"

The camera focused on to the 35-40 year old man in a business suit sitting at a large oak desk in an office setting that was unmistakingly the White House oval officer. The President began to speak.

"As of Today, Tuesday June 8th After Colony 195, a day that would be placed into the pages of history as a time when not only the United States, but nations around the world have been brought upon an unimaginble, dastardly acts of treachery.

Around the globe, OZ military forces under the command of Colonel Treize Khushrenada have betrayed and assaulted allied nations and captured bases in Europe, Africa, Asia, parts of Southern South America and in the Pacific Islands.

Fortunately, North American forces have successfully repelled the OZ Terrorist attempts of a successful Coup D'etat which would of been full militaristic hostile take-over. Many American lives were lost this day, the body count still rising, and they all shall be remembered as heros giving their lives for the survival of their country.

Words cannot describe the emotions many of us are feeling right now. Even now it is hard for myself to keep this air of composure instead of stating my thoughts freely. But I must say one thing: It was a mistake.

A mistake to betray the trust of the United States.

A mistake to construct a premeditated plan to attack this portion of the Federation Alliance.

A mistake to actually follow-thru with that attack.

And a mistake not to learn from other's faults.

The United States of America and it's continental allies would be considered a key. A key placed into the ignition of powerful war machine. A machine that is as ruthless as it has always been throughout the history of the world. If you are listening OZ, I promise you this: We will never give up our country. We will defend our home as you have already seen.

December 7, 1941 AD, the day that will live in infamy. The key was turned.

September 11, 2001 AD, the United States devestated by acts of terrorism. Over 5000 American civilians dead. A decree to fight terror was made. The key was turn.

After Colony 130 August 29th, the United States pulled unwillingly into a petty war that cost many of our own lives. The key was turned.

After Colony 182, the year that our own military made a tragic mistake of participating in the attack of the pacifist Sanc Kingdom. The switch was turned off and the key thrown away in shame.

Before addressing the people of this great nation, I spoke with congress and asked them personnally what their concern is of this situation. I must say that the decision was unanimous and I was given the go-ahead with their blessings.

As President of the United States, Representative of North American nations and Commander-in-Chief of the US Armed Forces I am, after many decades, turning the key.

As of tomorrow morning, June 9th AC 195, the United States and it's allies have declared war upon the organization of OZ and it's affiliates.

May they find a God to protect them from our wrath!"...

In the skies over Canada heading towards Europe, Treize sat in his seat looking at the vid screen in front of him with a look of fright after hearing the speech made by the US President. His visions from the Zero system in Epyon were nothing like what was happening now. He was completely spaced-out, not noticing the screem of a man falling and a gunshot followed afterwards. Soon Lady Une join him but he paid no heed to her.

"Is there is something wrong, your excellency?" the highly-serious woman asked her commander.

The OZ commander shook himself out of his state of mind and concentrated on what was at hand. Even though situations have changed he was still commander of OZ and a member of Longfeller. "No, not really Lady. Our North American task-force met heavy resistence. It seems they found out about it just like Operation Meteor. Now we have a global war on hand."

"Do you think the colonies will be involved?"

"I do not know. We shall leave them as they are and see what they do."

"Well what do'ya know..." Bud had to give a moment of silence when he heard of the deaths. War was tragic and he knew what acts of terrorism can do to a nation. "Did you hear that, Gundam pilots?" He only recieved static.

"Ignore you want, but you is stupid peoples." Ranma added in. He knew his history and that key analogy sounded exactly like happened when his homeland attacked Pearl Harbor. "They no listen. They stupid."

"No shit. We better leave. The world is gonna be one big war zone soon and I don't wanna take sides unless it's nessecary. I hope Montel is doing okay." His increased the throttle to depart from American air-space. "I'm gonna go for escape velocity. Get ready." Ranma nodded and he pushed the fighters throttle to full. A loud, shuddering boom was heard as the fighter instantly broke the sound barrier and steadily accelerated to Mach 5 as they made their way into space. 'It's gonna be hell down here,' he thought. 'Nothings gonna be how I know it.'

Main Story: New Mexican Desert, 2 weeks after Montel's training...

The wind blew from the west kicking up dust that threated to get into his eyes during the long, boring drive down the empty highway.

Things didn't look good for the world at this time. He was caught up in a war that he had no idea would of sprouted up if it wasn't for his tip to the goverment. Instead of being some OZ lackey he is now a soldier trained to defend his country, and dispite his other plans or main goal, he will do his duty to this nation. Forget the fact that this wasn't his home demension, his homeland would always be the fruited plains, purple mountains and gracious skys of the good ole' United States of America.

Mobile Suit training went by like a breeze. It seems that, like Buddy, he had a natural understanding of working certain mecha and MSs were right up his alley. But besides that, the brass decided why waste time training someone that was already compitent at piloting and send him to a platoon. That would exactly be his current destination at the moment. He didn't know his orders, only that he would be piloting for some make-shift squad of some kind. Maybe he didn't do as good as expected by the military?

Most unlikely.

The vehicle pulled into some base out here in the white-sands area of the vast desert. Montel knew he should know exactly where and what this place is but it continued to elude his mind. The only visible structures were a few guard towers, a large satellite dish he assumed was a sensor array, a couple of small bunkers and 3 to 4 small hangars. He tried conjuring up this place in his mind and still got a faint recollection but it quickly disappeared. The vehicle approached on of the hangars and began to slow down. He prepared himself to exit the transport but instead of stopping it continued on into the open doors of the structure. It was pitch black inside and he thought the guy was gonna stop the truck but didn't. The sudden shift of gravity and he found himself leaning forward slight as the truck drove forward and down a declining slope before stopping when the field leveled off. A light came on to illuminate the area and he found himself in an underground facility. Off to the side standing by a metallic door were a pair of heavily armed soldiers and some nerdy looking individual in a lab coat. Montel suddenly felt nervous stepping off of the truck.

"Welcome to Area 51, Pvt. Wysinger." The nerd in the lab-coat greeted before stepping towards the door that suddenly opened in the blink of an eye. "If you would follow me, please."

He quickly followed the guy into the door and into some corridor. "I am Dr. L, assistant of Dr. Ines whom is the leader of Project G. Do you have any idea why you are here?"

"I was ordered to be a pilot of some kind for a special squad. I was really hoping to hit the front lines." Montel said, scratching the back of his head.

"That's partially why you are here. Look out the windows to your right that are comming up. Mobile suit parts, are they not? Of course you know they are, you just completed training. And in a recorded time to boot. With the war going on, the persistance threat of the Gundams and other warring factions forming around the world, the United States of America and it's allies have found themselves on a 3 front war. With that, Congress has allowed the military a nearly unlimited sum of resources to speed up weapons research into the Mobile Suit."

They stepped onto a platform that started moving and Dr. L continued. They passed thru a windowed tunnel showing a huge facility, large enough to contain 3 Statue of Liberty's, with mobile suits and weaponry being constructed without external armoring. Without that Montel couldn't tell what they were.

"Doctor Fresange Ines, head scientist of this facility, has been experimenting on Mobile Suit Technology for the past couple of years. It wasn't until the attacks by OZ that she finally got the resources to continue with the research. Instead of working from the blue-prints of the OZ-00MS Tallgeese that was created by Dr. Howard and 5 other scientist, she devised a brand new schematic of the Mobile Suit that was more manuverable, had more endurance and better equiped that allowed it to be a multi-roled armored weapon. Before I get into anymore detail you should be introduced to the others and the good doctor."

"Yeah, that would be nice." Montel grumbled. It was getting boring and he was hungry. Two bad things to occur to a black man at the same time.

The platform stopped and the quickly stepped off to proceed thru an archway into the next room. A quick left and a right brought the two men into a meeting room full of very familiar faces, from Montel's point of view. 'I can't believe it..' he thought before taking an empty seat.

"Hi there," greeted a young, asian-looking man with black hair. Next to him was a cute german looking girl but from her facial features she had to also be mixed with an asian ethnicity.

"Wassup dawg." he replied. His attention suddenly turn to the woman entering the room and his eyes nearly popped out their sockets.

"I'm glad all of you could make it." said a tall, calm looking blonde with her hair tied into a pony-tail. The labcoat clearly described her, a scientist, and from the look in her eyes one could feel the air of omniscience about her. "I am Dr. Fresange Ines, once again, welcome to my research facility here at Area 51."

"June 9th, AC 195 as you should know is the day UEF declared war on OZ. A week later, Area 51 facilities, specifically my Mobile Suit research branch had the go ahead to research into new mobile suit technology. The idea was to construct a ground-type MS that could also operate in space after minor modifications. Mobile suits that would give the United States a slight advantage in this war. Mobile Suits to combat the Space weapons known as Gundams.

Why would we fight with the Gundams? Simple. Marshall Noventa, Supreme Commander of all UEF military forces was assassinated by the Gundams without provication and civilians around the world wish for revenge. The goverment decided to grant that wish. You seven soldier have been selected by the military brass to form a single squad of my mobile suits. According to them, you ladies and gentlemen are granted the opportunity to pilot these full developed and technologically advanced piece of military hardware." She looked over the assembled. "I would guess roll-call as an introduction by rank should be in order."

"Squad Commander, 1st Lieutenant Shiro Yamada."

"Ma'am!" The young, dark-haired man quickly stood and saluted the doctor.

"Executive Officer, 2nd Lieutenent Kycilia Zabi."

A person stood up and salute without a word. Though clearly a woman, Kycilia Zabi wore a purple body-hugging suit that looked like a futuristing version of a ninja's clothing. Her face from the nose down was covered by a mask and she wore a helmet that curved and dipped between her eyes leaving only those dark brown orbs visible.

"Sonar and Back-up pilot, Ensign Aina Sahalin."

The young woman next to Shiro stood. She smiled and gave a crisp salute before moving into a relaxed stance. She had on the female version of the UEF uniform and looked to be the office type of soldier.

"Chief Petty Officer, Master Sergent Karen Joshua."

"Ma'am!" A tall, athleticly built red-head dressed in BDU's quickly stood at attention and saluted. The look in her eyes was that of a veteran pilot that clearly seen enough. Her light tan made her look exotic in appearance despite the rough feeling she gave off.

"Sonar operator, Corporal Eledore Massis."

"Yo." A young, skinny blonde American man stood. He had a air about him that stated he was fairly easy going and didn't really care of he was here or not. He seemed to be wearing a pair of head-sets and bobbed his head to whatever music he was listening to. Karen smacked him upside the head and took the head-set off much to his annoyance.

"Weapons Specialist, Private Scott Bernard."

Another young man of American decent stood at attention and saluted. "A pleasure to be here ma'am." he said in a deep voice with a native american accent. He had a tattoo of an eagle on his neck and writting along his arms that is recodnized as the language of the Apache tribe.

"and finally Private Montel Wysinger."

He stood and give a salute following everyone elses example. Every person, with the exception of Scott Bernard, he has seen them in Universal Century Gundam 0079 anime. This was Gundam Wing, but now that things were changing he wouldn't know what would happen anyway.

"Please sit. Thank you." The room darkened and a projection lit up the wall behind Dr. Ines with the words 'Project G' in bold type. A small remote in her hand changed to show the standard OZ-06MS Leo with it's standard payload and optional arsenal. "This is the standard Leo ground assault MS as you should all be familiar with. The design of his suit was based off of the proto-type mobile suit--"

"The Tallgeese." Montel finished as she changed the picture to that of a big, white mobile suit that resembled a Roman gladiator.

"You seem smarter than you look, private. Please don't interrupt again." She change the picture to schematic of the Tallgeese. "This mecha was the proto-type for all mobile suits, developed by 6 highly-intelligent scientist for OZ and the UEF a few years back. As you can see, most MS designs feature an electric generator that supplies around 900kW (Kilo-Watts) of power for the suit. You won't seeing this anymore."

Next was a diagram of a nuclear reactor. "Thru research, we here in my laboratory have developed a small nuclear reactor that pumps out more than 2000kW's of power at all times as long as the reactor is activated. It also has a life-span of 10 years before it would need replenishing."

"What would happen if the reactor was heavily damaged in a battle?" Karen asked.

"The blast would be the strength of 10MT's if that is what you are asking, Sergent." Ines said calmly. "It would take a 3.222 MW (Mega Watts) beam weapon to reach it though. We thought of that before hand so we encased the reactor in Gundanium Alloy, though the mobile suits are mostly consisted of luna-titanium ally, 2nd place to gundanium but we did not have that much avalible after encasing the reactors."

Shiro raised his hand. "What exactly are we piloting?"

"Ensign Sahalin and Cpl. Massis are assigned to a Type 74 hover truck as they were previously assigned before transfered here." She began to press onto the remote control but paused. A smile crept into her face. "It would be more interesting to show you soldiers the mobile suits instead. Follow me."

"This should be interesting." mumbled Kycilia Zabi. Montel thought that was the most she said ever since he showed upon. He turned away when she gave him a critique eye.

"I just hope I don't have to use that crap like at training," Scott Bernard grumbled. The guy just finished training, though not as fast as Montel, he had a dislike for UEF mecha and wished he had something more to his suiting. Something with a little more kick.

The group of eight plus two guards exited the briefing room and turned down anothe long corridor similiar to the one at the entrance of the facility. After a few moments they pasted a large holding area of what seemed to be old and used mecha ranging from Leos, Aries, Tragos and some other unidentified mobile suits that looked like they've seen better days. It was cool, thought Montel as he looked out of the thick glass-like windows. Everything in that 'graveyard' looked like something from a Gundam anime that he's seen and that was a strange coincidence. 'Maybe it was just that, a coincidence.'

A short minute later they all there on a lift heading up an incline to the surface. The sun was high in the sky and beamed down heat that seeped into the lift's corridor. A few of the federation soldiers had to unbutton their uniforms due to the intense heat. By the time the lift reached the top, Montel observed that they seem to be on a raised platform above the desert sands that over looked an open-testing facility for the military.

"Area 51 testing grounds." Eyes turned to Dr. Ines. She moved to a console at the north-east corner of the tower. After inputing a few commands she turned back towards the soldiers.

"I present to you, the finished models we have dubbed... Gundam."

And just then, five door opened up on the desert terrain 300 meters from the tower and up rose from each opening a pair of lift towers from which a platform would arise. Then five head appeared and slowly rose revealing the contents of the rising lifts. Five mobile suits in the UEF ground-force colors of navy blue and gun metal grey. Three different models of MSs fully loaded in one pair of three and two single models. They all caught the eyes of the assembled and had one literally drooling.

"Wow! Mobile suits!" exclaimed Scott.

Montel skimmed over the five suits until he gazed upon the largest suit. "That one looks like a monster."

"Pretty good looking suits," commented Shiro. "Piloting them in combat should be interesting."

"Che.." 2Lt. Zabi just scoffed a the suits. "They are just tools. They would probably break after a few steps."

"Not for me." Eledore threw his headphones back on and just kicked back.

"Ahem." Dr. Ines coughed to get their attention. Seeing as that she was being observed she began her introduction. She walked from the control console to place herself generally in the center of three of the mobile suits that were similiar in design.

"These three models of Mobile Suits are designated as RX-79 (G)Gundam, ground-type assault. These are the 3rd generation of the RX series and is a multi-role Mobile Suits capable of command, support, and hostile enviroment situation. They are powered by a 2014 kW fusion reactor, thruster output of 52000 kg and a sensor radius of 5900m. Fixed armaments located in the left torso section include a 40mm vulcan and multi-launcher that fires flares, flash grenades and anti-personnel fragmentation grenades. These mobile suits are capable of being armed with a 280mm Hyper Bazooka, 180mm Dober Cannon, RXC-6 Pack Missle Pod, 1.5 MW Beam Rifle, two .45 MW beam sabers and a 100mm Chain Rifle.

Unlike OZ and previous UEF beam weaponry, the 1.5 MW Beam Rifle is a weapon that fires a 1.5 Mega-Watt concentrated beam that deals 20x more damage than the standard Leo beam rifle. Six shot charge and recharges all shots in 10 minutes. The 100mm Chain Rifle is taken from the OZ-07AMS Aries mobile Suit. We found it a more effective weapon and cost saving than developing a whole new higher-caliber rifle.

The RX-79 is capable of being fitted with a cargo carrier, parachute booster or refitted with vernier boosters for space combat. Currently they are loaded with a cargo carrier; each carrying one 1.5MW beam rifle, one carries a 280mm Hyper Bazooka, another a 180mm Dober Cannon and the other the RXC-6 Missle Pod. Standard defensive measures also include a luna-titanium alloy shield."

Dr. Ines moved over until she stood to the left of the next mobile suit. It was smaller than the RX-79 Gundams and had more of a beige color scheme over navy blue. "This model has to be my favorite. This mobile suit was in research as the replacement for the OZ-06MS Leo but until recently is was destroyed from their files and all research lost. Don't forget the fact that I had my back-up files here in Area 51, but don't tell the OZies that." Everyone except Kycilia laughed. "But seriously, this is the RX-79 Ez-8 Gundam. Unlike the RX-79 Ground, this mobile suit is space-ready and would not need any modifications for space combat. Since it's smaller design, it only has a 1745 kW fusion reactor but makes that up with a thruster output of 56000 kg and 6100m sensor radius.

The Ez-8 fixed armament consist of dual head mounted 35mm vulcans and 12.7mm Anti-personnel machine gun located under the cockpit of the center torso. Since the size of the mobile suit is it's main draw-back, the standard armament includes a 0.38 MW beam knife, 40mm Machine Cannon and a high-powered 3.0 MW Long-Range Beam Rifle.

The Beam knife is low powered but cannot penetrate gundanium alloy or Luna-titanium alloy. But it is strong enough to cut into the armor of standard OZ-06MS Leos, OZ-07AMS Aries, OZ-07MS Tragos and naval MS units like the Pieces and Cancer. The 40mm Machine Cannon would be considered the Uzi for a Mobile Suit. It has a high rate of fire and is considerably lethal at close range and would be mostly used as a defensive weapon. A 3.0 MW Long-Range Beam Rifle, fires a 3.0 Mega-Watt energy beam that could be sustained for 5-6 seconds. This is a medium to extreme long-range weapon and would be useless at close range. This rifle was designed to combat the Colony Gundams and penetrate their heavy gundanium alloy armor."

"This next model was thought up by one of the rookie scientist that had a hobby of creating orginal models from clay. Hell, he even had specs and blue prints on his personal computer. He pitched me the design and I found it to my liking." She gestured to a hulking behemouth of a mobile suit. It was as tall as an RX-79 but it had nearly triple the armor and had the bulk to prove it. It was color fully in navy blue with the joints colored in black. "RX-77D Guncannon. Heavy Assault and artillery mobile suit. It has a 2400 kW fusion reactor, thruster output of 26500 kg and 7000kg and a sensor range of 5600m.

Why two different thruster power? This is a 80 ton mobile suit, the heaviest ever designed for ground use. Due to it's bulky armor it requires 2 small maneuvering thrustors to complete a 180 degree turn in 2.1 seconds. The Guncannon is designed in a semi-monocoque frame that is made up of ceramic and luna-titanium alloy over it's original luna-titanium chassis.

The main araments include a fixed 80mm grenade launcher mounted on the left hip, a pair of 35mm vulcans in the head and shoulder mounts for an array of weaponry. The shoulders can mount twin 200mm recoiless cannons, twin 3.5 MW Beam Cannons, twin 180mm Dober Cannons or twin pairs of 120mm AGM-255 'Striker' multi-role missles. Either war-loads would be at your disposal and could be out-fitted before missions at the request of your commander thru the cheif petty officer while at base ."

"That one is mine!" Scott Bernard shouted, running up to the edge of the tower to lean over the railing.

"Ahem."

"Oh, sorry." he scratched the back of his head sheepishly and rejoin the squad next to Montel. Lt. Yamada moves in front of the men and women that would be under his command before turning toward Dr. Ines.

"I would like to say on behalf of this squad as their commander, I believe all of us are thinking the same thing when I say this.." he began looking at the blonde in a lab-coat. "That we are all appreciative of your research and developement towards the defense of this country. I would also like to add that we express our deepest gratitude for being selected to pilot these suits and find it an honor to take them into combat knowing that you designed and built them to preserve the freedom and opportunity of this land. Though I have only known this crew for less than an hour, I believe two words would summaries the emotion they wish to express." He extended his hand to her in kindness.

"Thank you."

She shook his hand and gave him a genuine smile. "Don't thank me. Thank yourself fo being the best of the best. Especially you two rookies." She turned and headed towards a stairwell. "You can leave via this stairwell or take the lift. It's up to you guys. Walk around the base if you wish, you all have code Blue access but keep away from the Red areas. By the way, you won't have access to the Gundams until tomorrow and you will not be on active duty until next week, 3 days from now. Section Y-13 is the barracks. Ask the Quartermaster for your rooms. Enjoy."

With the good doctor gone that left the seven of them still remaining on the deck. Shiro and Aina stood next the railing facing the mobile suits chatting amongst themselves about something, as Montel observed. On closer inspection he saw that they were holding hands telling him that they had more than a military relationship. A few feet to the left was Scott still drooling over the RX-77D Guncannon moving his head around like a hyper-active kid seeing a new toy he wants. A few feet to Montel's right along the west part of the tower was Eledore, the skinny white-boy dancing by himselve holding his walk-man while an annoyed red-headed woman by the name of Karen eyed the dancer with a look of annoyance. The black man glanced to his left and standing just a couple feet away from him was Kycilia Zabi.

What really peaked his interest was, not that she was female, but the way she dressed. The purple body suit that covered her from the bridge of her nose down to her ankles hugged the woman's athletic body tightly like a second skin. She had a white sash tied around her waist and what looked to be a kodachi (ninja's favorite weapon) tucked into the make-shift belt. A pair of white knee-high boots with extra protection for the shins and white gloves with mid-arm braces protected her feet and legs. Besides the mask that covered her nose and mouth, she had a helmet that she wore on her head with what seemed to be a family crest on the fore-head.

"What are you looking at?"

"Huh?" He shook himself and looked at his soon-to-be XO. "Oh, my bad. Didn't mean to stare..."

She just glared at him, squinting her eyes.

He didn't like the way she kept eying him so he stepped up to her, rolling his shoulders and puffing his chest out. He snarled, "What the fuck you lookin' at dawg?! You wanna start beef? I listen to Biggie'! Biggie taught me what beef be! Yo ass best step back fo' I bust ya grill. I don't care if you a gurl or not."

She didn't waver, but intensified her glare.

"Girl, you betta--" He paused then reached into his pocket. Shiro and Karen went to restrain him but stopped when he pulled out a small clear box with little pill-like things in it. He offered the item to Kycilia.

"Here. For real thou'.. Yo breath stank girl."

"Actually," Kycilia began in a deep, sexy femanine tone. "You are smelling your own breath. I think you would need those more than me. I could smell your gap from where you were standing previously."

Montel quickly chewed two of the tic-tacs and backed up trying to play this off. He nodded his head in understandment. "Yeah, I see. You got jokes girl. Aight, I'll give you that one." He leaned up against the railing and popped two more in his mouth, crossing his arms and lookinga round.

"Anyways," Karen drawled. "How much combat experience do you guys have? Me and Eledore here have been with the 129th Mobile division out of New Edwards before the Gundams appeared on Earth. We got pulled from the Canadian frontlines a week ago to here. Ain't that right Eledore?"

He kept dancing to his tunes.

"Eledore!"

No response.

The red-head thru a powerful haymaker at the blonde. "Eledore!"

"Huh?" He took off his head-phones then suddenly jumped to the side. That put Karen off balance and gave the skinny man the chance to slap her shapely rump. "I heard you, jeez." No one really saw the attack to her butt, though Kycilia did raise an eyebrow at him.

"I was transfered from OZ's Barge then to the Capital. After my platoon was whipped out in the initial attack, they sent me here. I've been in service for the past 3 years." Shiro stated, proud of his achivements. "I also took Aina here with me since her squad was wiped-out along with mine."

She nodded and bowed to everyone. "It is a pleasure to be working with you all. I have over 6 years experience operating radar stations, operating underground and underwater sonar, type 55 and 64 tank gunner and TOW AT-11 Anti-tank missle system."

"Nice." Commented Scott. The native american gave a lazy salute to Shiro. "I just recently finished mobile suit training though I was a Type 64 Main Battle Tank commander and gunner since my enlistment 3 years ago. I've also fought against the Gundams at Corsica base before we had to pull out. I can cook too so don't complain when you want grub." he teased.

Everyone looked at Kycilia, she eyed everyone before moving next to Montel and taking a posture similiar to his. "I have 10 years combat experience under my wing and I have fought in countless battles since then. I'm also an Ex-Specials operative that served as second command under the 'Lightning Baron' also known as ace pilot Zechs Merquise. Before arriving here at Area 51, my last mission was covert ops inflitration of a Naval ship in an attempt to assassinate Treize Khushrenada..." she paused. "Unfortunately, thanks to interference by Gundam 05, the mission was scrapped."

"Wait, so you where apart of OZ?" Karen asked, eying the masked woman.

"I WAS apart of OZ. But I defected after the attack of New Edwards when my unit Covert-Ops unit was wiped out at Fox Base #13. If there is one thing I do not follow is orders that act against my homeland."

"And what of you, guy?" Karen glanced at Montel.

He shrugged. "I just finished Mobile Suit training a few days ago."

The red-head rubbed her temples as she felt a headache comming on. Everyone but Montel had combat experience. She hated working with 'Greens'. To her and usually all veteran soldiers, a green was someone whom seen very little combat or fresh meat from training.

Montel was lucky that he had six other combat veterans to help him out.

"So what is our team name?" Eledore asked. Seeing the blank look in everyones eyes he elaborated. "Every unit has a unit name or designation. So what will it be? I vote for 'Avengers.'" he said using spooky fingers.

Aina voted, "White Dingos."

Kycilia didn't care.

Montel didn't know what to use but he did notice that all the mobile suits had an '08' on the shoulders, right torso and if they had one, a shield. Shiro Yamada probably had the same idea.

"Well, according to my orders we would be filling an eight slot in the Mobile Weaponry division of the Kojima Battalion." he said. "And seeing as we have '08' already decaled onto the mecha... How about we called ourselves: The 08th MS team?"

"08th MS Team?"

"It has a ring to it. Better than nothing." Eledore shrugged and accepted the name. Everyone nodding in acknowledgement.

And so, the 08th MS Team was formed.

Sub-Chapter: 1 Day After Declaration of War upon OZ
Lagrange Point 1, Side-1 Colony

The space colonies were the most technologically advanced creations that the human race ever created. The colonies main purpose was to create a large sphere of influence past Earth's moon and hopefully towards Mars. Seven colonies were created, five of them were a cluster of colonies dubbed Lagrange Points 1 thru 5, leaving the Moon base as the sixth and a seventh located 5 days under normal propulsion away from the earth in a syncronous orbit with the home planet. Since the seventh colony was the center for colony clusters they were all dubbed Side-1 thru 5 and 7 leaving the moon base to itself.

Side-1 was an island type-2 colony and the center of the L1 cluster. Unlike the other, more advanced clusters this was the first space colony to ever be established that has the requirement for families of permament residence. With the establishment of Side-1 the completion of the L1 cluster became much easier as smaller island type-4 and 5 cluster extensions were created. On a historical note, Side-2, 5 and 7 colonies were created at L1 to ease the long travel distance on space construction workers and military personnel.

Unknown to OZ or even the United Earth Federation, Side-1 was home to one of the engineers that built one of the Gundams and assisted on the proto-type Leo, the Tallgeese 15 years ago.

With the declaration of war made by the United States representing what remained of the UEF, not uncluding the Space Forces, brought colony leaders together to figure out a solution to the problem.

Side-1, 2 and 3 colonies immediately supported the UEF and would assist in any way to help the home countries. Side-4, a colony that housed many of the people of the Arab nations including the Winner family which assisted in funding the creation of the colonies, decided to remain neutral during this whole situation. Side-5 also claimed themselves neutral not wanting to get involved in anything that didn't concern themselves. The moon base was also occupied by OZ forces and would remain hostile. Side-7 also supported the UEF and unknown to anyone is secretly working on developing mobile weaponry to help their goverment in stopping the OZ traitors.

Just within range of Side-1, the YF-19 slowly approached the space colony from the lower end or south-pole of the station under it's active-stealth, being completely invisible from their sensor and radar equipment though still visible to the naked-eye. A flashing beacon was sent out from a section of the lower part of the colony that drew in the fighter. Alpha-One suddenly went inverted, and 'dived' until it was skimming along the surface of the station, it's tail-fins just a few millimeters away from the reinforced steel hull. It then moved and completed a zero-g twist to skim the surface along it's belly. Nearing the main section of the colony a bay door opened allowing the variable fighter to enter.

Bud successfully piloted his fighter and landed on the cold steel of the bay without error. He went thru quick hand motions along his console doing a post-flight check list that he made up; checking core temperature levels, weapons armament, deactivating radar and any non-essencial electronic device. He also checks the pressure level outside the cockpit and found that there was an atmosphere of 27 percent oxygen, more than enough for human living.

Popping open the canopy he turned to Ranma. "Ready?"

The pigtailed man woke from his light sleep at the voice and yawned. He took of the bubble-like helmet off his space suit and nodded.

"Yes."

They both jumped out to the left, Bud leaving his weapons knowning that the good doctor wouldn't be doing anything hostile. But he did leave his helmet on.

"Mr. Arnold."

Buddy turned to the sound of the echoing voice to and old man wearing a lab-coat using a cane that stood by a large open entry-way. He recodnized the pair of glasses that in no way were actually visual aiding specticles and a right hand that was a 3 pronged mechanical claw instead of flesh and blood. There was in no way that both young men could not recodnize the elderly individual before him.

Dr. J.

"So we finally meet, eh Doc?" Bud approached the man, pressing a button on his helmet to raise his black visor showing his face. He extended his hand to the man in a gesture of friendship.

The doctor hesitated at first but shook the hand. "You said some harsh words to those boys, Mr. Arnold. But you were correct, they did make mistakes. Especially my boy, Heero. He should of identified the shuttle contents first before acting but that is how war is and we cannot rewind time to redo our mistakes, we just build on top of them to correct or repent for what we have done. Heero Yuy knows that already and will have that chance to allow the family of Marshall Noventa to deal his sentence as he was trained."

"Alot of work for that kid."

"And alot of work for me too with you in the picture." He looked back at Ranma. "Is that your co-pilot?"

"Ranma? Nah, he's not. He's just along for the ride." Bud stated.

"And what of that red-head?"

Bud glanced at Ranma seeing him pulling their stuff from the fighter. He didn't feel like explaining that right now so opted for a different approach. "It's not my right to talk about her. Ask Ranma about her sometimes though, but just to let you know he doesn't speak English that well."

"It doesn't matter." Dr. J noticed Ranma approaching. "Well, Mr. Arnold and Saotome. Please follow me and I will show you to your rooms. From this point you can access any part of the colony including the Federation Space Corps. weapon stores. But my facilities is more than capable of creating and producing armaments for Mobile Suits as long as the blue prints could be uploaded into the computer."

"Oh really?"

"Yes." They stopped at a pair of door that were across from each other. In hallway they were in was large enough to drive a small european car through. "These two rooms are yours. They are both identical two-room set-up with kitchenette and bathroom. Groceries can be purchased at the market district by accessing lift-tube 6 or 9. These are military food cards so you can eat as much as you like, compliments of the UEF."

"United Earth Federation?" Bud inquiried.

"Correct."

"Ranma stay here while you twos talk. Need sleep." Ranma said in his broken english. Now, of all times, he wished he took the language seriously in school.

"Aight dawg."

Bud and the doctor walked back towards in a different direction, Bud slowly following the man. They stepped into an elevator that took them down a level or two. When the doors opened, Bud was greated to the site of his fighter in the middle of what would be a construction facility. Off to the side he saw an incomplete version of what would be the weapons that would be mounted on the dorsal of the YF-19. It almost made his mouth water.

"As you can see, I could not finish the weapons due to a couple technical problems. They need to be correctly fitted onto the fighter in a way so they would not interfere with the mechamorphasis between each configuration. Also, I need to syncronize the fusion reactors to the mega-capacitors of the weapons to allow safe energy transfer between the two."

"So basically, it's alot of work." The doctor nodded. "I'll help you with what I can. I know this baby like the back of my hand."

"It would help. Plus, I would also like to inspect your fighter and make an improvements that I can.. with your permission of course."

Bud took off his helmet and eyed the man. "Like what...?"

He took out a small electronic panel from his labcoat and looked over it. "The rifle, for example, the XS-15 as it is designated. The current muzzle velocity is 1567 meters per second with an armor penetration of 38mm at 1000 meters against titanium alloy. With weapons technology of this time, I can triple the muzzle velocity of the weapon without changing the ammunition."

"And how can you do that?" Bud asked curiously.

"It is simple, Mr.Arnold." The doctor handed him the panel. He looked over it for a moment seeing what modifications the doctor could make. It surprised him when his eyes moved over to what exactly would be modified.

"Gundanium alloy?"

Dr. J nodded. "Yes. The same material used in the construction of the Mobile Suit I sent to Earth. The same material used for the main weapon of the Gundam Heavy Arms, Gundam 03 as OZ designated it."

"But how could that be feasible?"

"Gundanium is only made in a zero-g vaccuum. Unlike Luna-titanium alloy, it has the tolerance to withstand an enormous amount of pressure. For example, I could dump Wing Gundam in the Pacific Ocean's deepest depth located in the Mariana trench along with all it's volcanic activity and it would survive without problems though it would not be going anywhere anytime soon due to the 8 ton per square inch water pressure."

"Sounds like a good place to hide something." He mumbled. "So in what ways can using gundanium improve the barrel design?"

"What I can do, is have the facilies make duplicates of the 40mm barrels using gundanium. That would allow you use continue using these.. transuranium ammunition. Also, giving the barrels a rifled bore would increase accuracy and distance to the weapon. Plus, muzzle velocity can be increased to nearly 3500 meters per second and an armor penetration for Gundanium Alloy of 11mm at 1000 meters."

"....." Bud eyed his fighter and looked at what else the doctor had in mind. He glanced at the elderly man then back at the YF-19 the back to the panel he held. "What else did you have in mind?"

"Besides increasing the power output of the thermonuclear reactor, a different set of ammunition and barrel redesign of the weapon, nothing else." The doctor smirks at Bud.

"Unless you have other things in mind?"

The large asian man walked over to Alpha-one and pressed his gloved hand onto the cold hull of the nose cone. He rubbed off a little spec of.. something from it before looking the variable fighter up and down. He turned back to Dr. J with a knowing grin.

"Ohh.. I have other things in mind."

"Yes, many things indeed."

Both men, young and old smirks at each other.


End Chapter 10


Author's Notes:

I really couldn't stay away from writing this piece. I was too excited to get the next chapter out.

As you can see, I mixed this up a bit. It first started as Gundam Wing, but suddenly it turned into a type of Gundam UC universe.

Information on the RX-79, RX-79 Ez-8 and RX-77 MSs can be found at www.gundambattlesystem.com/MS_reference/index.html.

As the story progresses, you see now how Bud's YF-19 was modified and also the true power of the woman named Id, Ranma other personality. I bet you Xenogears fans are loving this. For you Ranma 1/2 fans, I know our boy Saotome didn't get much action himself, but it's all in due time.

The next chapter I will be concentrating totally on the missions of the 08th MS Team as they battle OZ on one side and the Colonies Gundams on the otherside.

Next Chapter: The One Year War

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