Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Endless Waltz : Truth of Tommorow ❯ Chapter 1

 

 

Thunk.

 

“Woah…Nyloc…are you sure that you got all that alcohol out of your system??” Elva questioned.

 

The said girl had just collapsed face first into the kitchen table. Her arms had begun to shake rapidly and Sifir and Anaoi had come up behind her, trying to calm the raging girl, both holding down her shoulders. Elva, sensing the worry over their cousin, had grasped her hand.

 

“Nyloc? Nyloc come on! Knock it off…what's wrong?”

 

 

“GET OUT!”

 

Nyloc's head shot off the table as she screamed in her anger. She turned to the last person not holding her down. She latched onto Zecen's arm.

 

“MAKE THEM LEAVE!”

 

“Her eyes-!”

 

“GET OUT!” She howled in pain, drowning out the last of Zecen's sentence. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

 

 

 

“Ny! Where are you?! Ny!” Anaoi cried out desperately for her cousin. She couldn't quite place her surroundings, but she knew whatever she was in was definitely mechanical, due to the wires and buttons digging into her back, it was a very small area, she was in very close proximity with three other people, and no matter how many times she called her pet name for Ny, she wouldn't answer.

 

“Ana, calm down. She's over here with me.” Sifir called somewhere from her left. “She was the only luck enough to land in a chai- Ow! Feels like I landed on some sort of a joystick!”

 

“What happened back there? Why did Nyloc suddenly go berserk?” Zecen's groggy voice came from the darkness.

 

“If any of us knew, we'd have been able to stop whatever got us here…where ever her is.” Elva grumbled from next to Anaoi.

 

“Is she even awake?”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Zecen, can you help me carry her? Anaoi, you and Elva had better leave first so the two of us can maneuver easier.” Sifir stated, starting to give out commands.

 

“Where is out?!”

 

“I think I felt an open space a little to your left Anaoi.”

 

“Found it!”

 

The was a mass movement of bodies, over and under people as Anaoi and Elva made their way out of the small area. Zecen and Sifir fumbled about in the darkness to get Nyloc between their shoulders before one of the girls gave an ear shattering scream.

 

“Help! I'm going to fall!” Anaoi shouted.

 

“You're going to what?” Sifir snapped.

 

“She's not joking! It's not a floor out here, it's a platform, and from what little I can see it's a long way down.” Elva said, sounding panicked.

 

“Watch her.” Sifir ordered Zecen before leaving the small area to save his other cousin.

 

“Where are you Anaoi?”

 

“Over here!”

 

“Gee that helps.”

 

“Well I can't see, so I don't exactly know myself!” Anaoi felt Sifir fumble to find her hands for a moment, before grasping them and pulling her firmly up back upon the platform. Zecen was just emerging, Nyloc slumping on his one shoulder. Several bright spotlights were focused on the four and there was a mass cocking of guns.

 

“Drop any weapons you may have on your persons! We have you surrounded! Any escape attempts of will not be tolerated!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“State your name and objectives!” An commanding voice echoed from the behind the blinding lights.

 

“Woah…fellas look we don't even-“

 

“State your name and objectives!” The voice interrupted Sifir's sentence, clearly annoyed.

 

Sifir sighed. “Sifir Baye, I have no intentions really, other than to see that my cousin over there-“ He gestured to Nyloc's body slumped over Zecen's shoulder. “-gets some medical attention.”

 

“What are the girl's and the rest of your companions' names?”

 

“Nyloc D'Amboise.”

 

“Elva Maize.”

 

“Anaoi Vukobratovich.”

 

“Zecen Aldridge.”

 

“Drop any and all weaponry that may be on your persons.”

 

“We don't have any ya dumbass!” Anaoi shouted. “Stop treating us like some sort of convicts!”

 

“Well Ms. Vukobratovich,, Can you to explain why you are in the one the militaries top research facilities?”

 

“Maybe for starters you could tell us where we are!”

 

“Anaoi! Knock it off! What do you want to do? Get us all killed?!” Elva asked crossly.

 

The plat form shook as several men that looked like they had jumped from a SWAT movie, guns at the ready, their hands drifting to the handcuffs at their waists, landed before them. Anaoi yelped as they began to pin her down and cuff her. “W-wait a minute! What are you trying to pull here! Whatever you think we're trying to do…we're not! Can you even tell us where we are and why? Hey! HEY!”

 

“Anaoi!” Sifir was quickly restrained like his cousin was, Elva stood their numbly, being cuffed in utter confusion, as Nyloc was lifted off Zecen's shoulder, and the said man was wrestled into hand cuffs.

 

“No! Where are you taking Nyloc! Stop it! I swear I'm not trying to pull anything just don't hurt her!”

 

“Zecen…if would suggest we all keep quiet if we want Nyloc to be all right.” Sifir stated reluctantly. The four were lifted down on cables to the floor, and were led with guns in their backs through darkened corridors that were completely unfamiliar. They were ordered to stop and there was a loud clanking noise, and all three were pushed forward. The noise reiterated itself and a superior voice told them to wait their for further questioning, and several sets of footsteps trooped down the hall.

 

“Wait! What about Nyloc!” Anaoi shouted desperately, only to hear her voice echo down the empty hallway.

 

 

“Heart Rate is normal.”

 

“No Brain damage has been sustained.”

 

“Fertility is unaffected.”

 

“Metabolic Rate, above average.”

 

“No Injuries sustained, though by the body scan it does appear she has quite the medical history.”

 

No abnormalities in bodily structure. Anything else?”

 

“Surprisingly, the young lady seems to be in perfect health, now if we can only figure out how she got here in such a condition.”

 

“I think the most pressing question gentlemen, is how did she get here in the first place, much less with four friends?” Sally Chang; MD; now 41, stood in the doorframe of the room, smirking at the two doctors, one blonde, one brunette. “I presume you ran all the mandatory tests?” She walked over to the computer and picked up the clipboard that lay on the desk, surveying their results. “Hmm…if there's no brain damage, I'd like to see if after she wakes up we can run a neurological test on her. She seems perfect on the surface, but typically those kinds of people have some problems on the inside.”

 

“Really doctor? I've never heard that theory.”

 

Sally laughed. “That's no theory! It's the straight out truth, I only know because I'm married to one of the people.” She surveyed the clip again. “Hmm…seems like this young lady has been sexually active…any tracings of contraceptives in her blood stream?”

 

“None at all Dr. Chang.”

 

“Good.”

 

“Why are you so insistent on this test? Normally you refuse to do this kind of testing on a patient, much less an unknown one.” The blonde doctor asked.

 

“Normally I wouldn't.” She sighed. “Its just that once I told Zechs about the state we found her in, he seemed particularly inclined to keep her around and do some figuring out what makes her tick. I'm not sure I want to know what he's planning, but you can bet Noin won't be happy with it when she finds out.”

 

The brunette turned to the computer consul, preparing the tube in the next room for the tests required. He glanced at the scanners that monitored their patient's consciousness and watched the bars pick up. “She's starting to wake Dr. Chang.”

 

Sally walked to the head of the hospital bed that the brunette girl lay on, awaiting for the girl to open her eyes. “What else were you able to find out from her DNA?”

 

“Some information's a bit shaky, but according to this, her chromosomes of her hair have changed several times in her life, born a blonde according to what we were able to pick out. But as of now the blonde highlights in her hair are anything but real. Eye color : Brown. Height: 5' 10”. Weight 50 kg.* She's roughly 18 and half years of age. Her bio was not on file, but the ensigns who brought her here said that her companions called her `Nyloc D'Amboise'.”

 

Sally nodded as the girl groaned through her oxygen mask, her eyes opening; indeed brown; and her brown crinkled in discomfort. She stared at Sally for a moment, then at the two doctors who stared back at her, down to the wires that were covered a large percentage of her body before sitting bolt upright, some of the wires falling to the floor in the process. She ripped off the oxygen mask to open her mouth and speak, but began to cough, and nearly gagging all over her legs.

 

“W-Who a-are you!?” She panted for air.

 

“My name is Dr. Chang, but seeing as I may be your doctor for a time, you can just call me Sally.” The older woman smiled down at the college student, and Nyloc couldn't help but be fascinated by the fact that Sally's hair looked like a pair of cinnamon buns. Sally interpreted her blank stare as a silent request for more answers. She sat on the rolling chair by the bed, dismissing the two men who had tended to her before. Nyloc by this time had gotten bored with staring at her nurses hair and had started to rip all the monitoring wires off her body, glaring in annoyance at the heart rate monitor that let out a long beep, signaling a lack of heart beats. Sally smirked and reached behind her to flick off the monitors and let the young woman finishing removing the wires before offering any more information. “Feel better?”

 

Nyloc stared at her suspiciously but nodded. “I guess so, but I still…feel a bit…out of breath.” She admitted.

 

“Now I'm sure you want some answers that will take a while to answer and I'll do my best, though I can't promise anything. Lay back for now, I can assure that I have no intentions, nor do anyone here, of hurting you or your friends.”

 

At the mention of her roommates and cousins Nyloc's composure stiffened. “Where are they?!”

 

Sally laughed. “Major Fulke won't believe me when I say that they're not spies, but he likes to have his fun, so he's interrogating them. Don't worry though. He's under my and Zechs's orders, so they're perfectly safe. We have to give him something to do once in a while, or he gets as annoying as hell. You'll see them soon enough, but first you need to do more testing.”

 

“Zechs? Testing?”

 

“You'll meet Zechs in time, and come to understand who he is. I've been told to put you through a series of tests to see if you really are who Zechs thinks you are.”

 

“What?”

 

Sally smiled softly at Nyloc's utter confusion to the situation. “Like I said you'll find out in time. For the mean time, just cooperate with me as far as the tests go and we'll be done in no time. Now come with me. You need to change clothes for the neurological exam.”

 

 

 

Anaoi, Sifir, Elva, and Zecen all glared harshly at the Major who stood interrogating them, their backs to each other, all four tied to chairs that were tied to each other.

 

“What were the four of you doing inside the Epyon's cockpit?” He asked sourly.

 

“The wha?”

 

“Don't play stupid games with me you little twit! You know very well what I mean!” Fulke brought back his hand to strike Anaoi's cheek, but was stopped by a much larger hand that led up to a much more muscular arm.

 

“Mr. Marquise, I see you have come to interrogate the prisoners yourself?” Fulke smirked at his four captives, an evil glint in his eye.

 

“Not really, I don't view them as a threat, and if I have no reason to be alarmed, I assure you, neither do you Major Fulke. Now please, return to the command center. I appreciate your work, but I'll take over for now.” A tall, muscular man with long platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stepped from the shadows and gestured Fulke towards the door. As soon as the major was out of sight he motioned for the guards in the corner to free the four from their constraints.

 

“Who are you?” Zechs smiled softly at the young man who had so quickly risen to meet his glare, not caring that his life may have been on the line, had Zechs been a Marxist, not caring that Zechs obviously had a great amount of control in this place. A challenge had been issued the moment the man opened his mouth, and Zechs would be damned before he let it go.

 

“Zechs Marquise. And you?” The older man extended his hand to the dark blonde as a peace offering, and slowly the younger one grasped Zech's hand in a firm grip and shook.

 

“Sifir Baye.”

 

“And what is your relation to this so called Nyloc D'Amboise?”

 

Sifir stared at Zechs for a moment with a raised eyebrow. “So called?” He shook his head. “I'm her older cousin.”

 

“That would explain your automatic and protective reaction. And the rest of you, how do you know Ms. D'Amboise?”

 

“Zecen and I have been friends with her since the sixth grade…now we're her college roommates.” Elva supplied.

 

“And I'm one of her other older cousins.” Anaoi mumbled.

 

“I see. Do any of you have any clue as to were you are?” Four dumbfounded college students shook their heads and Zechs stood, walking to the window and pulled back a black curtain, revealing a series, of what looked like large and impressive Power Ranger suits.

 

“What the hell-?”

 

“These are Gundams.” Zechs supplied, finishing Elva's sentence. “The are military machines, originally created for the purpose of a massacre, however that was 15 years ago. They are made out of a special metal found only in certain parts of space called Gundanium Alloy. Those who pilot these suits are only the most elite of mobile suit fighters. “ He pointed to the maroon machine that was frantically being worked on. “The five of you, emerged from the cockpit of that Gundam. We call her the Epyon. I piloted her once, and she can be very dangerous when the pilot's brain can become susceptible to the backlashes of the Zero system that's installed as secondary piloting mechanism.” He watched a series of confused looks befall their faces before stating. “Meaning it's not necessary, however if the pilot's mental capacity can handle it, it will greatly increase their chances of victory. Sometimes even the strongest of the Gundam Pilots have fallen to that system, and went temporarily insane.”

 

“How is it that these things are used for mass destruction, yet we never heard of them.”

 

“You are no longer where you think you are Mr. Baye. You are in a secret military facility in the Sanq Kingdom, in the year AC 217.”

 

“AC? What does that mean?”

 

“You really must be from a time farther back that we imagined - Miss...Vukobratovich was it? - if you don't know about the colonies.”

 

“I suppose its all relative…depending on what type of colonies we're talking about?” Anaoi grunted.

 

“The space colonies. It began the dawn of a new era for man, taking them farther into space than they had ever been - though I must say we've progressed quite a bit since then - and created a whole new type of military combat. They were called Mobile Suits. The Gundams before your are indeed Mobile Suits, but because of their superior armor and weaponry, they are to be only piloted by their designated pilots. This was such a great achievement that man started to name the years `after colony'.”

 

“And in regular years that would be what Mr. Marquise?” Zecen piped up.

 

“I believe they stopped recording them in all numbers in the year 2354, but no one is entirely certain.”

 

They gaped wide eyed at Zechs, finding it almost impossible to believe that, like some sci fi novel, they had been dragged into a future, dominated by space and military power.

 

“And what's this all got to do with us?” Elva asked.

 

“Not you exactly, you just happened to be unlucky enough to catch the ride. It's Ms. D'Amboise we're interested in.” Zechs paused and took a breath. “You see all of these are completely reconstructed from the blueprints from 21 years ago. We destroyed them all in AC 196, thinking we'd never need them again-“

 

“But you were wrong.” Sifir supplied.

 

“Indeed. Reconstruction of the Gundams was going fine until we realized we needed to incorporate some ancient mecha into the blue prints.”

 

“And I take it somehow this mecha links to Nyloc?” Anaoi inquired.

 

Zechs nodded. “For whatever reason, your cousin's DNA was embedded in the mecha, and Epyon refuses to allow anyone but the person who matches the DNA, pilot her, and we need her to wage this war and maintain the peace.”

 

“So you're saying…”

 

“You need Nyloc…”

 

“To fight a…”

 

 

“WAR?! ABSOLUTELY NOT! I WILL NOT LET MY COUSIN GO OFF TO BATTLE IN THAT…THAT…OVERSIZED ACTION FIGURE!” Sifir bellowed.

 

“I don't believe that is of your decision, only your cousin's”

 

“Speaking of which…Where is she!” Anaoi stood, her voice raising with anger.

 

“You will see her soon enou-“

 

“No! We want to see her now! We're tired of people saying we'll see her soon enough!” Elva stated, obviously annoyed.

 

“You'll have to I'm afraid, Dr. Change is running some tests on her at the moment.” Zechs sighed.

 

“Oh so now she's your little lab rat?!” Zecen growled.

 

“Please…the four of you must calm down. I can assure that I know my way through the courses of self defense, and it would be a simple matter to disarm you, and even still you wouldn't have a clue as were to go in this place. I mean no harm to you or to Ms. D'Amboise, but we must at least present our position to her and let her decide.” Zechs sighed again. “Then again I don't think its even her decision…I think it's the Epyon's…she's the one who brought you all here, and I think she's the only thing that can send you all back, and I doubt she'll do so until what needs to be done is done.”

 

Anaoi scowled and plopped herself in her seat next to Elva. Sifir punched a wall, and Zecen stared downcast at the floor.

 

Zechs groaned and sat down in the chair behind the desk, reaching for some asprin in the desk drawer, and swallowed two.

 

“This is going to be hell to explain to Lu.”

 

 

 

50 kg - if I'm doing my math right she's about 112 pounds…I read somewhere that the gundam pilots were like 45 and below, and that was way to skinny for someone her height and age…granted this is underweight according to the statistics of the average American female (5'4” and 124 pounds) so I feel very bad about making her so skinny…but it is inclusive to her character…so I warn all of you DO NOT GO ANOREXIC…DO NOT STARVE YOURSELF BECAUSE SOMEONE SAYS YOU ARE FAT. I do not thinkg I could live with myself if someone started going anorexic because of Nyloc's weight…