Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Area 51 ❯ Warning/Prologue ( Prologue )

*WARNING! WARNING!* This is about Area 51, the *fictional* Air Base that the US Government keeps hidden. It's also about my strange theories about Area 51, and what's inside of Area 51. MIND YOU, I obviously haven't been inside of Area 51, or else I would be either locked up inside Area 51 with no contact to the outer world, or I'd be freaking dead. >.< Did I mention I have a very vivid imagination? *END OF WARNING*

=If the talk of aliens annoys ya, freaks ya out, or whatever, then don't read. Same goes with you homophobes. Homosexuality lies in here. Don't like it? Then buzz off. Flames will just be used to light my cigarettes when I lose my lighter, and keep my ass warm while I suffer -10dF temps when the heater clicks off. Heh.=

Disclaimer: I don't own Eddie, he belongs to Cartoon Network and a.k.a Cartoons, I also don't own Gundam Wing, and I have NO knowledge of what the fuck goes on inside of Area 51. The Pilots are now working inside of Area 51, so that means their contact to the world they once knew is no more. To the colonies and planet Earth, they're dead. Lady Une was disappointed to know of this, but when the government calls, she had to answer. She doesn't even get to contact the boys. They are either eighteen or nineteen in the fiction, which means this fic takes place three years after Endless Waltz. Rated R, for themes, decapitation of aliens, and other weird shit I throw in here. And did I mention weird doctors and scientists? Oo Pairings: 02x04, 01x05, 03xOC. 01, 03, and 05 are suffering a massive case of OOC for the first few chapters.

For those who don't know: Area 51 is located at/around Groom Lake, Nevada. No one, and I stress no one is allowed anywhere within a 15 mile radius of Area 51, or they're arrested or they're killed right on the spot. It's surrounded by deserts, mountains, and military people who are on a 24/7 look out. And road signs are out to warn people when they're getting close, and should turn away if they value their life. (Whether the signs are that straight forward, I don't know. I have never been to Nevada, I'm just going by pictures I have seen on the web. The signs are hard to read, honestly. >.>)

If the US Government feels I am getting too, what the hell is that word I am looking for… too… *involved* with my theories of Area 51, I would *really* appreciate it if a official letter from the President or the Secret Service (And I will, I repeat, will go into extensive research to decide if I *ever* get a email or letter from them to make sure it is authentic. I won't play around.) will let me know, and I will take this fiction down. Until then, enjoy this strange ass fic. ^^

Contact: mrdejavu2@hotmail.com
Archive: nowhere. I will not allow anyone to archive this little piece of my mind. If I get killed for this, I want to go alone.

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Prologue:

Area 51. What is it? What happens in there? Does it even exist?

We may someday know. But that doesn't seem likely to happen anytime soon.

The year is AC 201, and still all people know about Area 51 is that it's out there, still located at Groom Lake, Nevada. And that you're killed instantly, or arrested and fined, or as rumours have it, you're kidnapped by the military, and then tortured inside of the base.

Many questions that are asked about Area 51 are:
'Does it snow there?'
'Do they keep live aliens in there? If so, what do these aliens look like?'
'Do they ever suffer a power outage?'
'Do they keep alien spacecraft in there? If so, why can't we see it?'
'What's inside of Area 51?'

And no one to this day have the answers. We're not even sure if the President has the answers. To many elders and adults, it's something they don't discuss openly. To many children, teens, and young adults, it's a foundation to urban legends, stories, and haunting tales. And to the military, they don't discuss it, period.

So, whatever Area 51 is to you, is what's inside of your imagination. And everyone knows that every mother, father, and child has indeed wondered about it.