Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Defenders Once More ❯ The Chosen Ones ( Prologue )

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Defenders Once More
Chapter One

This is a story of five separate individuals who brought together, must face the hardships of the past, and the present, and find the necessary friendship to survive the future…

Alexia Lunaria was a dark Iranian beauty. Her light olive skin and thick lustrous hair gave it all away. When she would first speak to you, you would classify her voice as childish. However, as the conversation wore on, you would think it more singsong and melodious.
Most men were taken by her dark exotic beauty, and if they were not, the opposite sex was not to their taste. They were stricken by her long legged, feminine walk, which unknowingly so was quite catty. On closer inspection, her skin was soft and supple, and showed not a sign of her hardships, though her eyes told all: their stark alertness and wary quality shown through the fascinating chocolate orbs.
She wore her magnificent raven hair in a ponytail, which strangely enough, only added to her tomboyish personality. However, (the writer begs forgiveness, but) despite the loose fitting jeans, plain t-shirt, and ever-present coverall, her slim and well-maintained feminine shape was always a topic of conversation between male crewmembers.

Dan Crimson was always on the tips of the young girls tongues. They spoke not only of his handsome Hispanic looks, but also his ready sense of humor and the romantic flatteries that he half-heartedly let slip off his tongue.
He was never seen without a smile on his face, always reflected in his deep blue eyes and easy-going manner. Everyone was immediately taken in by the lithe, masculine way he strode into a room, speaking of long training sessions in which he learned more than just how to fight.
Every female crewmember fantasized about running her hands through his cheekbone length black hair and gripping his muscular arms…(sorry the writer has strayed). Known as the loudest of the pilots, with his ever-present sense of humor and wise-ass remarks, he always kept a smile on everyone's faces.
On stature he got the shorter end of the stick (dimensions of other areas are yet to be known)…

Kitsune Maxwell was always considered the quietest of the five. More studious than actually silent, she rarely said anything. Of course, silence always accompanied a sense of seriousness, so she rarely showed her grin to anyone.
She was easily recognized by her bizarre attire. Her glossy black hair was always pulled neatly into a long braid, and was clad in black jumpers with a clerical collar and sleeves rolled up above the elbows.
Her almond-shaped eyes and angular porcelain face announced her Japanese ancestry. Many times, she would speak in her native tongue to her best friend, Alexia, who had become her only sister. It had always been a mystery as to why Alexia took Kitsune under her wing. Kitsune chose not to think about it and preferred to just revel in the warm sunshine that was Alexia's friendship.
She had the uncanny knack of sensing other's emotions, mostly Dan's love for Alexia, pure but frustrating.

Kentos Lattis was not too much of a team player. He worked mostly for prestige and money. Known to be quite a gambler, Kentos had quite a few debts, yet learned to pass them by without notice. He wasn't a rough rider, nor did he live off of other people. He knew how to carry himself, and seemed to be where all the action was all the time.
The ladies in the local casinos knew him well and he usually got extra "favors" from them, concerning free chips and betting tips. His semi-long, wavy, light blond hair and red eyes, gave him an unusual appearance, and his smile would win over most women. He was well trained in the use of a firearm and anything else with a trigger.
He was tall, and well built, though gave off an uneasy feel when others were around him. He could look at you and smile, and you knew he had something up his sleeve. Kitsune finds she can relate to him by a feeling she gets that goes deeper than looks and rumors. The two can relate to each other though are stubborn to admit it.

Ben was a handsome man and possessor of Alexia's heart, much to Dan's dismay.
He had longish dark brown hair that framed his chocolate orbs, which so perfectly matched Alexia's. His arms were well muscled and could be found around Alexia's waist.
Ben was the subject of much gripe for Dan, which he usually voice to Kitsune. Ben was a perfect gentleman to everyone, including Dan, whom he knew loved Alexia.
Ben is very chivalrous and a hopeless romantic. He was always proclaiming his love for Alexia and praising her beauty, not afraid to openly show his emotion. He knows that the war may very well tear them apart but is determined to shield Alexia from the effects of the war and shield her with the love for each other.

And the story begins…

A familiar beep resonated off the empty walls and Ben Salazar's eyes flicked open. He sat up, blinking his eyes to clear his vision. He flung his legs over the side of the cot and stood, stretching his cramped muscles. He walked, or more accurately, dragged himself to the source of the rude intrusion of his dreams: his laptop.
He flipped open the silver and black casing and the audio message was emitted.

Ben Salazar, you have been chosen to participate in a group of elite military soldiers assisted by an MS new type. You will proceed to coordinate OGE, and enter hanger 7. I, doctor J, will be waiting to give a briefing on the mission. Good Luck and Godspeed.

Ben shut his laptop dazedly. He…he had been chosen to be a part of an elite military group? Part of him was pleasantly surprised to be chosen, but the other half, steeped in logic, questioned their motive. For one thing he had never piloted an MS. Why would they choose him…and why now?
He contemplated these questions while he pulled on a pair of well-worn jeans and a fresh t-shirt. Searching around his Spartan room, he finally located his sneakers. For the final touch, he added a shoulder holster harboring a well cared for glock. In this world, one was never safe unless he kept his duffel bag in one hand and your firearm in the other.
Pulling an old leather flight jacket on over the loaded holster, Ben stepped out into the crisp chill night. The wind that tousled his brown hair also carried a scent…a scent no one could detect…the scent of foreboding…


Even though it was night outside, the fun had just begun for Alexia Lunaria. She jumped up and grabbed two rings, pulling herself up and straightening her legs. She held this position for a moment, then dropped down and flipped three times, before holding the position again. Tightening her abdominal muscles, she dropped down once more and turned two times between the iron rings before letting go and twisting multiple times, then finally landing on both feet, hands in the air.
Next, she went to the balance and in one flip, mounted the wooden apparatus. Throwing her hands forward, she cartwheeled once on both hands, then twice with no hands, ending up on the other side of the beam. Taking one step forward, she flipped once, and then did a jump-twist, then finished with a back flip.
Upon landing, Alexia heard the beep of her laptop, which lay hidden in her backpack, on the far side of the room. She frowned. She wasn't really expecting any e-mail. Running towards her pack, still on the beam, she performed an amazing triple flip twist dismount before landing on the floor again.
She walked over to her backpack and took out her laptop. Activating the "on" button, she immediately read the message.
After reading it, she frowned. Chosen? Me? Why? But as she reread the e-mail, she got an odd feeling…something scarily familiar. With a new sense of purpose and determination, Alexia swooped up her backpack and grabbed her light pink sweater, before exiting the gym, and heading to the specified coordinates, where Hanger 7 should lay…


Dan Crimson sat cross-legged in nothing but loose fitting workout pants. His chest and arm muscles were slightly covered in perspiration, but neither his breath nor his expression showed any signs of exhaustion. His eyes were closed and his body was still as he honed his senses for that which the eye could not see. Meditation in this form was relaxing, yet it was also tiring for what Dan was practicing took a lot of self-control and focus. No one else he knew had his skills.
Several pots filled with white sand were lined up along the edges of the single exit room. In each carefully sculpted and painted pot were long straight sticks of incense. Although there was no wind, the smoke from the sticks of African violet, musk, and patchouli seemed to wrap around his still muscular form, giving an eerie feeling to the scene.
The silence was broken by a loud, yet single beep from Dan's pocket computer. He wasn't one to carry around the "old" laptops or bulky computers some people had in their buildings. He frowned as he took out a hand held computer, used for only the basics, and noticed he had a message. Who was it? Wendy? No she was out at work. Could it be Litoria? No…she had a date with…what's his name? Dan had lost track of all that girl's "acquaintances". Well, then who? He hit a button and the audio message played.
Dan sat there in silence as the message finished and thought for a moment. Military? Let's see…that means…cool clothes…cool equipment and weapons…and I get the girls! In one swift motion, Dan rolled back and threw his feet in the air, then landed in a crouched position, and smoothly stood up. "I'm in!" He grinned and walked out of the meditation chamber.

Kitsune Maxwell lay in her bed, not really asleep, but rather awake and just staring at the ceiling in silence. She looked at silence as a freedom away from the noise she heard during the day. A chance to be alone and gather one's thoughts. She had her head rested on her arms and her eyes were wide open, even in the dead of night. She wouldn't be asleep for many hours yet. She loved the night and loved being nocturnal. She needed little sleep to perform her daily duties and found it more relaxing
Her room was pretty bear and had only a single dresser, her bed, and one bed stand. She didn't take pride in what she owned and therefore found it meaningless to own anything but the bear essentials. Her room was empty, much like her heart and soul felt like most of the time. She didn't dwell on it though, she simply accepted her fate and loneliness and moved on. Friends and colleagues were for someone who actually cared about what others thought. She kept to herself and expected others to do the same.
One interesting thing about Kitsune's dwelling was her bed stand had a small bookshelf on it, in which several Japanese books lay. There were some on language, some on fighting, and yet more on the art of writing. Kanji and calligraphy were probably her only hobbies…that and blowing things up. She took enjoyment in the explosive power of C-4 and other powerful contraptions, many of which were her own design.
Right now though, she had a feeling to use a pack of C-4 on her computer, which lay on top of the dresser on the far side of her room. It had been beeping for about half an hour now and yet she had tried to ignore it. Not being able to tolerate it anymore, she got up from her bed with a low growl escaping her throat and walked over to the computer. Hitting it with her fist, she crossed her arms and watched it boot up. It had better not be that damn boss of mine…I swear I will not do another hour of overtime without stuffing cyanide down his throat.
When the message aired itself to the lone bachelorette, her eyebrows raised. They wanted her help in a sensitive military operation? That meant one thing to Kitsune…all the access to the most powerful explosives in the colony at her disposal. This sounds interesting…might as well check it out.
She hit the computer one more time, shutting it down and grabbing her jacket from her closet and her hat from the bedpost. She also grabbed her house key and opened the door, exiting her room and going into the living room. It mirrored her bedroom in emptiness, but she simply strode past this and went outside, closing the door behind her, locking the deadbolt. A click was heard and she smiled. Anyone dumb enough to try and get into her house would be in millions of piece before setting foot inside her house. Hey, a girl's gotta protect herself.

Kentos Lattis stood in front of his gun rack, taking out a standard rifle and looking at the clock. Once it hit the minute mark, he slammed the rifle down on the worktable he had set in front of him and began to dismantle the firearm. He took it apart piece by piece and laid them side by side, once he had them all separated, he glanced at the clock…15 seconds. Not too bad, but he could do better.
He waited once again till the clock's second hand was pointed straight up, then began to reassemble the same weapon he had just put back together. He connected the two-piece of the barrel and hooked on the handle and even loaded two large pieces of ammo into it. He set it down and glanced at the time…14 seconds! For him…that was satisfactory. So he unloaded it and put it back on the shelf.
Taking out his favorite little laser rifle, Kentos twirled it on his finger and set it in his holster, underneath his dark blue vest. He was about to step out, when he heard his computer beep. "Wha-?" He questioned and went over to see what was the matter. Turning on the computer, it began to read to him a message that instructed him to go to hanger 7 and specified coordinates for a special military operation. He beamed. So they finally discovered my skills after all…this could be my lucky break. He shut the computer off and holstered one more small hand weapon inside his boot and headed out.

Back at an unknown location…

A small man who wore a nazi-like uniform strode down the metal lined hallways and entered a classified room via retinal scan. He approached the figure standing in the room with caution. Almost as if one wrong step could mean his funeral. He held an envelope in his hand and tried to stand tall as he stood before the shadowed figure.
"What news do you bring me, sergeant?" The figure questioned in a low voiced tone.
The man took a deep breath. "I-uh, bring news from the colonies. Five highly trained specialists have received the same e-mail, which our hackers traced to this warehouse in sector 01." He stammered and handed the envelope over to the man.
The man slowly turned around and stepped into the artificial light of the ceiling lamp fissures. Dark blond hair slightly covered deep hazel eyes, which right now were set sternly on the officer. "Sergeant, sergeant, sergeant. I am quite disappointed in you. Do you really think I needed to know of such petty information from an underling such as yourself?"
The sergeant paled. "Well, um…"
"Of course not. I am well aware of the colonies movements and have taken precautionary actions to ensure the success of WFO. That is why I am general and you are not." He explained.
The officer nodded. "Yes sir."
"These five will be no problem. Now leave."
The officer nodded and quickly left, happy to leave alive at all.
The general walked to the side of the room and opened a secret door, to which opened into a kind of conference room. "The colonists' defenders have begun movement against us. They are proceeding to sector 01, at the old "abandoned" warehouse, my men discovered months ago."
In the chair at the far side of the conference room, a man stood up and approached the general. "Why thank you, General Kamran Yarseea. It's no wonder I chose you to be my Chief Tactical Advisor."
"Why thank you. His lordship flatters me." Kamran bowed to the man, who smiled. "It has begun. Now go to the warehouse and find out what you can…discover…about our irrational enemies."
"As you wish." Kamran bowed and left the room once more.
The man in the conference room smiled. "Soon, this puny colony will be the first to feel my wrath…or my name isn't Daiken Lucar."

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