Gundam Wing Fan Fiction / Mobile Suit Gundam Fan Fiction / Gundam 08th MS Team Fan Fiction ❯ Amalgam Gundam ❯ Salvage ( Chapter 12 )

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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. Melanie Deikin's Gundam has been destroyed by a computer virus created by Marianna, queen of the Empire.






Marianna danced excitedly as Kenola played the fourth movement of the St. Paul suite on the piano. A happy smile was upon her face, and she moved gracefully and elegantly to the notes of the piece. When it ended, she collapsed back into her throne, eating some grapes.

Marianna: Kenola, that was a marvelous performance! Bravo!

Kenola: It is good to know that I can keep your spirits high, Empress.

Marianna: It's hard for me to not be in high spirits with my latest purchase!

Kenola: Indeed, your majesty. Forgive my impatience, but when shall we learn of what amazing device you have purchased to combat the terrorist threat of the Gundams?

Marianna: In due time. For now, I say you may take a vacation.

Kenola: Excuse me, your eminence?

Marianna: For the next two days, you may do what you wish. However, return in the morning on the 3rd at 7:00 AM sharp, Kenola!

Kenola: Yes, Empress! Thank you, Madame.

Marianna smiled and shooed Kenola off.






Kenola looked around herself, making sure no one was spying in on her as she left the palace of Marianna. She walked past the guards, who were ever vigilante in the case something should happen. Each of them was armed with automatic weapons, and several mobile suits stood over the next few hundred yards.

When she finally cleared the area and walked two miles out from the base, she was in a deep forest, one rather difficult to travel through, especially considering that the entire area was in darkness for the next three weeks. However, she has memorized the exact location of her target. She turned left and walked for a moment and reached out to confirm that she was at the right place. She smiled, feeling the cold metal that made up the skin of her target. She climbed up onto her Gundam, and walked over the arm onto the chest and into the open cockpit. It was at a side angle, so she laid down in the chair and activated power.

The monitor screens lit up, showing external camera images. However, the main screen indicated that there was a text message for her on the emergency channel. She moved her hands over the communications console, and the message appeared. She read it to herself.

Kenola: "Dear Ken, I think I've found a way to take down the Empire once and for all. Find a way into space and onto Thallos' third moon. Signed-Aram." Heh, it's just like Aram to be short and pointless. Well, I have some free time, so I could probably- oh, wait! There's another message on the emergency channel. "Dear Ken, things didn't go out as well as planned. Den and Melanie got up here, as well as Edmond, but a virus that Marianna, the ruler of the Empire, installed into Jubilee made it malfunction and destroy itself. Everyone's okay, but Jubilee's now just a pile of scrap in orbit. However, we managed to get to Clarke Axem's space station, and he says if we can a majority of pieces of Jubilee back to him, he'll rebuild AND upgrade it for free. Sweat deal, eh? Now, get your ass up here and help us salvage Jubilee."

Kenola laughed and sighed.

Kenola: It's been so long since I was able to talk to any of them... This'll be fun! Computer, begin Minovsky particle dispersal and prepare for launch.

Computer: Would you like some music as well, Kenola?

Kenola giggled, loving the artificial intelligence program that was another of the added features Axem had installed onto Warpath.

Kenola: Oh, something cheery and uplifting. Bach or Howard Shore or something.

The computer considered the request, and began to play an orchestral suite.







Kenola winced and closed her eyes, breathing deeply as Warpath ascended through the atmosphere. Although she had relatively adapted to landing her Gundam, it was ascent that was always difficult on her stomach. She gulped, her eyes still closed, and prayed silently to herself that everything was going okay. Finally, the shaking and the tension in the cockpit stopped. She slowly opened her eyes to the image on the camera screen: outer space, with a dark Thallos beneath it. She smiled happily, and began engaging the engines.

Voice: About time you got here!

Kenola rolled her eyes. She flipped a switch on the communications console.

Kenola: Well, hello to you, too, Aram.

Aram: Geez, Ken, I only had to send like a billion messages to finally get you here! Now follow me, we need to start gathering up Jubilee's debris.

Kenola nodded and activated the auto-navigation systems of Warpath so that it would follow Arsenal. She relaxed back in her chair and turned on Classical Gas by Mason Williams. She smiled at the light-hearted tones of the piece, and her thoughts brought her back to the fact that Marianna had purchased a new mobile suit off of Clarke Axem. She wondered what Axem's angle in all of this was. Surely profit was not his true goal, was it? The man seemed to have enough money already, and by helping the resistance, that would only make certain that if the resistance did win, his money would be useless because the galactic currency would surely change and his money would have little or no value.

Aram: Hey Ken, wake up!

Kenola instantly snapped out of her daydreams and ponderings. Warpath and Arsenal were approaching the debris. Kenola leaned in and gasped at the image before her. The once glorious appearance of Jubilee was now strewn about in metal scraps and shavings all over the general area. The blue color that gave it it's appearance of strength was black and darkened by the explosion that had destroyed Jubilee.

The one piece that was still relatively intact was the head, with only a small amount of the bottom part missing. Kenola enhanced the zoom on it, and saw that Melanie herself was outside in a space suit looking at the head. She slowly reached hand out and stroked the face, almost like she was trying to comfort it. Kenola figured that Melanie and Jubilee had formed a deep bond while she had been working for Marianna.

Edmond: Good, you're here.

Kenola was once again brought out of her trance by another voice. She smiled, remembering the cold, soulless voice of Edmond Shibumi.

Kenola: Hello, Ed, how are you.

Edmond: If I've told you people once-

Den: Hey, beautiful! How're things shaking?

Kenola giggled. The last time she had encountered Den had been at the Focus, the Empire's primary communications and scanning information relayer and communicator. Golem was collecting a lot of the smaller pieces of debris, placing them all in a large transport vessel that could've held three of the Gundams.

Kenola: Oh, things are fine. Now, besides for the salvage operation for Jubilee, what was the big plan to take out the Empire?

Aram: Well, you see that other Gundam over there? It belongs to some guy named Zechs. His Gundam is made of the same material as that one we fought at Quetzia, so I thought we could use it to bring down the Empire's HQ, but I was wrong. I'm sure by now you know about Edmond's victory over that thing.

Kenola: Yeah, it's one of Marianna's favorite subjects. Now, where should I- hey! I'm detecting a mobile suit approaching at high speeds! Configuration is unknown!

Kenola enhanced the images on the camera display, which had just beeped on. It showed the red mobile suit known as a Sazabi.

Edmond: It's him! It's Char!

Kenola: Who?

Aram: Some guy Ed encountered a few days ago. Had a similar story to Zechsie here.

Edmond: He's dangerous and a wild card. He must be captured alive.

Zechs: I shall deal with him. The rest of you gather what we have and leave.

Den: But we have a better chance-

Zechs: GO!

Edmond: You heard the man, let's move out! Kenola, we appreciate you coming into space for this, but it seems our reunion must be cut short. We'll communicate with you on further developments. Head back down to Thallos and continue your mission.

Kenola sighed and engaged the thrusters on Warpath. She had barely any flight time on it, and she wanted to stay in practice with it for the time when she would finally return to open war, which she was good at. However, desperate times called for desperate measures, and the measures she used were undercover espionage means.

Kenola: Well, old girl, tomorrow's another day, eh? Maybe then you'll finally see some good action.






To Be Continued...