Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Mobile Suit Gundam Fan Fiction / Gundam 08th MS Team Fan Fiction ❯ Amalgam Gundam ❯ Icebergs of Space ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Narrator: Universal Colony Year 118: A time where the Endless Waltz of history continues unabated. Let us go back one year to UCY-117: The Empire of Thallos declares war upon all neighboring star systems, and the dozens of space and planetary colonies within them. The Empire's military power is at equal strength with each Government they are at war with, so they are caught in a stalemate. However, halfway into UCY-117, the Empire acquired a new weapon whose name would be heard through the future: Mobile Suits. These new devices smashed through any and all resistance, and the Empire now controls more than 95% of the area. We now return to UCY-118. Five Gundams have been sent to free the colonies, and have now split up.





The transport pilot was tall, wearing a tan uniform with a few symbols on it identifying him as an official pilot of the Empire of Thallos. The pilot flipped through the Thallo bills in his hands, counting them quickly. He smiled and slipped the money into his back pocket.

Pilot: All right, I'll slip your suit on board. Hell, just the idea of this is fun. Not most teenagers end up to be mobile suit pilots, much less insurrectionist mobile suit pilots.

Aram smiled at the man, and took the cigarette in his mouth out, exhaling the smoke.

Aram: I'm sure you've seen your fair share of different people in your business. You seem to dance this dance of bribery often.

Pilot: I smuggle all sorts of stuff for the right price. You just happened to have just the right price.

Aram: Good. Now get the suit on board, and you'll get the rest of your money.






Marianna's red hair looked scorched and unclean as she kicked open the palace gates, several soldiers at her side. Her teeth were gritted, and one of her assistants walked up along side her.

Assistant: Your eminence, are you-

Marianna took a gun from the holster of one of her guards and shot the assistant in the leg. The assistant, a woman in her late twenties, collapsed to the ground, holding her bleeding leg and screaming in pain.

Marianna: NO! I'M NOT!

Marianna tossed the gun aside and continued to walk through her palace, everyone clearing the way for her and not trying to talk or interact with her. Marianna walked down several flights of stairs, and one of the guards placed her robe on her, and Marianna accepted it without shooting the guard. She saw another of her assistants, and the assistant gulped and bowed down before Marianna.

Marianna: I want you to prepare my personal transport at once! Send a message to Clarke Axem, and tell him to expect my arrival, appointment or not!






The transport pilot smiled and began typing into his communications circuit.

Pilot: Hehehehe, with the bounty out on the Gundam pilots, I can get double the amount of money that kid paid me to transport this thing. What an idiot!

All of a sudden, the pilot felt something poking into his head. He looked at the reflective glass behind him, and he saw a smiling Aram standing behind him, a gun pointed at his head.

Aram: Really? I was about to say the same thing about you.

Pilot: You won't get away with this! The Empress shall hunt you down and personally kill you!

Aram: Oh, I think not. I've already left anonymous tips with certain Thallonian peacekeeping forces about your activities in assisting rebels. And now, since I can't have you get in my way...

Aram quickly slammed the handle of the gun into the back of the pilot's head. He immediately grabbed it in pain.

Pilot: OW! What was that for?!

Aram: Well, it usually works in the movies! Tell you what; I'll just hit it harder.

Aram grabbed the man by the back of his hair and slammed his head forward against the main console. The impact rendered him unconscious.

Aram: There we go!

Aram proceeded to drag the pilot from his seat and into the nearby escape pod in the cockpit of the transport. A bulkhead came down in front of the cockpit and the escape pod door as Aram launched it out. He grinned as he saw the pod tumble off into space, and Aram sat down at the controls of the ship. He immediately changed course, sending the vessel on a path headed for the ring around Thallos.

Aram: Computer, could you please display all information concerning the ring around Thallos?

Text messages and visual appears on the monitors as the computer audio spoke.

Computer: The ring around Thallos is comprised of asteroids and former comets that were pulled out of their standard gravitational movement and entered Thallos orbit. The asteroids and comets are comprised of ice, denebite, diamond, beryl-

Aram: Pause! Did you say diamond?

Computer: Affirmative. The diamond is in low quantities, but it is enough to construct the armor shielding for at least one mobile suit.

Aram: So why hasn't the Thallonian Government taken advantage of that?

Computer: The government's power to exploit resources is second only to the Empress Marianna Dellis. She has given strict orders to not mine any diamond in the ring.

Aram: Why?

Computer: Unknown.

Aram: Computer, where is the largest concentration of the diamond?

Computer: On the southern edge of the ring, location of also the largest deposit of ice, snow, and frozen gasses.

Aram: Change course and head for that destination.






Clarke Axem was not someone that could be considered a very handsome and appealing man. He was a short and skinny little man, and hunched over somewhat on his back, like he was planning something evil. He was balding a little, and he wore an engineer's uniform. He was grinning evilly, and smiled at the sensors display console that indicated a vessel had just docked with the space station he was upon.

The station he was upon a huge, larger than a dozen Pegasus-class vessels arranged next to one another. The metals it was made out of were a dark blue, and it was mostly made of an assortment of domes. Within the domes, hundreds of individual mobile suit classes were there to be introduced to anyone who was willing to pay the right price for them.

And in one side of it, there was a docking bay. And inside that docking bay was the personal transport of Marianna. Marianna herself pounded upon the massive doors into the docking bay.

Marianna: AXEM LET ME IN!

The doors slowly slid open, revealing Clarke Axem standing with a smile on his face in front of Marianna.

Clarke: Hello, milady. What can I do for you today?

Marianna stormed inside, five of her personal guards beside her. All of them carried high-powered energy rifles. Clarke did not seem the least bit frightened of them.

Marianna: When I purchased certain mobile suits from you, I was under the impression that you would be selling these devices only to me, and not RESISTANCE MOVEMENTS THAT HOUND ME AT EVERY TURN!

Clarke: And I was under the impression that you would continue to purchase mobile suits from me for many, many years. However, you took it upon yourself to mass-produce basic and medium-level mobile suits based off of the mobile suits that I originally sold you. Now you only do business with me when it comes to new models you want that are made of materials that you can't mass-produce.

Marianna: I build what I want when I want. Our contract did not stipulate that I couldn't create my own.

Clarke: It also didn't say that I couldn't sell my product to other people.

Marianna: So you just play both sides against the middle?

Clarke: No. I sell to whomever is willing to buy.

Marianna: YOU ARE AIDING AND ABETTING TERRORISTS! THE PENALTY FOR THOSE CRIMES IS DEATH!

Clarke: So you are going to execute me?

Marianna: YES!

Clarke smiled and closed his eyes.

Clarke: I think not.

Metallic tendrils came down from the ceiling and wrapped themselves around Marianna. The guards raised their guns up and pulled the triggers, but there was no effect. Energy fields erupted in front of and behind the guards, trapping them. Marianna struggled uselessly against the tendrils, and Clarke walked up to within a few inches of her.

Clarke: My station defends me. No weapons will work within this place. Out in space, you might run the show. However, on this station, I am God. I like you, Empress. You're a happy customer. And happy customers are returning customers. However, if you continue believing that you can overturn my operations here, well you'd be wrong. I won't hesitate to kill you if it protects my own life. It's a buyer's market. It's about time your learned that.






The hatch on the back of the transport ship opened up, and Arsenal slid out of it. Within it, Aram checked the scanners and began detecting strange energy readings from his port side. Arsenal turned to port and initiated its new engines designed to allow it to effectively fight space combat. Aram shielded his eyes as he realized that Thallos' fourth moon was in visible site, reflecting light onto his Gundam.

Arsenal hid behind a large chunk of ice, obscuring any scanners on the other side, and began monitoring communications on the other side of the ice.

Voice: -armed with nuclear weapons more dangerous than it's worth?

Voice 2: Since the Empress abolished the Jiko treaty that prohibits nuclear weapons, we are now allowed to use any weapon in our capability, and this GP02 Gundam seems like a very fitting weapon, especially against colonial resistance.

Voice: And the other one, GX-9900?

Voice 2: Armed with a special weapon known as a "Satellite Cannon." We've set up a special station for it on the fourth moon, which should be coming into communication range now. Activate the system and test it out on the GP02.

Voice: Right. Contacting station...

Aram raised an eyebrow, wanting to see what was happening on the other end of the ice, but knew if he tried to move around it, he'd be detected immediately.

All of a sudden, there was a bright flash of light around the ice chunk. At first, Aram thought that the weapon was being tested on the ice he was shielding himself behind, but when he saw smoldering debris float past the ice, he knew that to be wrong.

Voice: WOW! It blew the thing apart in one shot!

Voice 2: Yep. I think we can forgo the use of nuclear weapons with something like this.

Aram had heard enough. A weapon like that could seriously put himself and the other Gundams at risk, so he immediately began assembling his main beam cannon to take out the GX-9900 in one shot.

Voice: Will her majesty be upset about the fact that we destroyed the GP02?

Voice 2: I think that she will be pleased that we've discovered a weapon more powerful than it. Now, let's-

Voice: Hang on! I'm picking something up! It's a-

The voice got no further as Arsenal had fired it's beam cannon, intending to hit the chest but instead hitting one of the back solar fans. The fan immediately broke off from the energy blast.

Voice: GUNDAM! It's a Gundam!

Aram growled and made Arsenal pull out a machine gun from behind it, abandoning the energy cannon. Arsenal unloaded the bullets at the GX-9900, who was in a panic. The main cameras were crushed from the projectiles, and Arsenal's bullets then penetrated its core. Immediately, he engaged his reverse thrusters and got behind the ice chunk as the GX-9900 exploded.







Marianna: I swear, at the first opportunity that I get, I'm going to vaporize that space station!

Marianna was on her weekly tour of the training camps for new soldiers into the Empire. She had come there straight from Clarke Axem's space station after their hasty retreat.

Marianna: Actually, we could try that GP02 model that we recently acquired from him. A bit of irony in that, using one of the weapons we purchased from him to destroy him!

Assistant: Unfortunately, your highness, it seems both of the new Gundam models that we recently purchased were destroyed by one of the Colony resistance Gundams.

Marianna stopped and glared at the assistant.

Marianna: Seeing as you are one of my last assistants, I will forgo executing you for making my day a lot worse. However, at the next convenient-

Marianna stopped. She could hear a faint sound coming from down the hall. She walked farther down it, her guards moving with her, and she began to recognize it. It was Pachelbel's Canon being played on a piano. Marianna ran down the hall, finding the sound coming from one of the new recruits' quarters. She opened the door, and saw a young woman with green hair, with her eyes closed, performing the piece of music. When she finally opened her eyes and saw who was at the door, she gulped, and immediately stopped playing and saluted.

Marianna: At ease, recruit.

The recruit sat back down.

Marianna: Play something else for me.

The recruit blinked, and put her hands back on the piano, and played Bach's Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. Marianna smiled and closed her eyes, listening intently to the music as it was perfectly played by the young recruit. When she finished, the recruit looked up at Marianna, who was still smiling. Whatever earlier frustrations she had had in the day were now pacified.

Marianna: That was beautiful, recruit. How would you be like to be my personal pianist?

Recruit: I'd- I'd be honored!

Marianna: Very good. By the way, what is your name, young lady?

Recruit: Kenola, your highness. Kenola Mozart.






To Be Continued...