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Death Throws: Prologue

By: Kiamirei

~I don't own Gundam Wing. Please review this or email me with your comments. Although the story is kind of short and pointless right now…

A196, only about a month after peace has been declared

Treize Kushranada was dead. Zechs Marquise was dead. White Fang was dead. And so, there really was not anyone nearly powerful enough to oppose the new World Nation. Therefore, James saw it as his bound duty to take up that mantle. During the war, he had been a powerful officer for White Fang, but once peace had come, he had faded into the background, as forgotten as the rest of the soldiers were. Now he had no title, just as he had no affiliations to White Fang. But that lack of affiliation did not mean he supported the World Nation. Far from it. He absolutely hated it.

It was because of that loathing that he had rounded up the loyal friends who shared his opinion, gathered supporters from both the Earth and colonies, and was in the process of creating an organization that he had named the Emissaries. The title fit well, however strange it might have sounded; he and his comrades were the representatives of the armed opposition to Relena's World Nation, though they were yet unknown. They were still gaining soldiers, and were still making connections. Gaining power where none was had before was not an easy thing to do, after all. He needed funds from the soldiers themselves, and he needed his soldiers to be constantly making rounds, stealing the remnants of the mobile suits that were still floating around in space -disguised as a salvage company, of course- so that he could get the engineers he had working for him to fix them. He also needed to gain the ears of certain weak-willed but influential politicians, he needed to gain access to certain areas, he needed to place his own soldiers in jobs at places he needed at least partially under his control, and myriad other things. No, it was not easy. But still, he was up to the challenge; it was, above all, his duty, and one that he willingly fulfilled.

The World Nation had to do down, and that was that. With that in mind he had began the Emissaries, and now functioned as their leader. He had no title here, and was addressed as either "Sir" or "Mr. Benson." That was how it should be, he knew, which was why no others held titles, either. The informality gave the feeling more of a family doing righteousness than of an army preparing to attack in times of peace. Not to say that there was no order, however. Every one knew who the leaders were, with James himself in the top position. Both aspects would be crucial to maintaining order if the Gundams became a threat to his plans.

In fact, James did not see how they could not become a threat, seeing as how he had recently hired someone to find out information on them. The plan was simple, but carrying it out would take much work, which was why he had started preparing early. The man he had hired would find out the names of all five Gundam pilots whatever way that he could without causing a large disturbance. Then, James would have him use one of the soldiers working at a news company make sure that the story got out, putting a negative spin on it by emphasizing that the Gundam pilots, whoever they were, were terrorists.

But in a way, James had respect for them, and had no real argument with them, no lust for vengeance. Those five pilots had fought alone -although their weapons were superior to any others- against that which they had vehemently opposed and had won out. There was something to respect in that. However, that respect by no means extended to not using them as his scapegoats. The information would cause pandemonium; the mere mention of Gundams struck fear, and a little hatred also, into the hearts of almost every citizen on the Earth or on the colonies. No doubt, there would be riots as more information slowly became available, and the Preventers would be stretched thin while trying to contain them.

He would use his political connections to push for a formal search for the pilots, in order to "bring them to justice" and use the hatred people would be harboring towards the five mysterious pilots to gain even more soldiers. As the Preventers suppressed more and more riots, they would seem increasingly wrong in the eyes of the public. They would have their hands full, leaving the door wide open for the Emissaries to attack the World Nation's headquarters.

Of course, it would have to start at just the right moment, and he could not start with that place. The moment had to be just right, or they could be defeated in their initial attack, thereby giving themselves away. Colonel Une had informed the public that the Gundams had been sent into the sun, but James did not believe it in the least. No one in their right mind would throw away such powerful weapons. If he did not attack at the right time, the Gundams could show up unexpectedly, and destroy his organization. He did not want that. No, he would keep those pilots busy running from investigations on them and from the unrelenting public, both using them as a distraction and keeping them under his thumb in doing so.

There was still a lot of work to do, still money to make, soldiers to gain, and connections to be made, but James did not have many worries. The World Nation was going down, and the Gundam pilots with it.