Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Wing Neverending ❯ L2 ( Chapter 2 )

Gundam Wing Never Ending: Chapter One

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Chapter One: L2

*Six months later*

"Attention please! Shuttle 942197 will be arriving at set destination colony L2 shortly. Please stay seated until the shuttle had landed. Thank you for travelling with……(bla bla bla, you stop listening….) A flight attendants voice buzzed over the speakers.

Sighing, you nervously grip your seat's armrests, slouching down in your seat.

You are wearing baggy, dark powder-pink (yes, I know, YUCK! U WILL develop taste later, you are only wearing pink so that you will fit in) cords, a light, sleeveless black silky tank-top thing, a loose, mid-sleeve unbuttoned shirt, black fingerless leather gloves, a full-length black leather trench coat, and a black and silver dog collar and tag with the word `bitch' written in black enamel.

Your long platinum blond, black, crimson and violet streaked hair has been hastily braided. In your lap, you clutch a black leather duffle bag and a thin black laptop.

Looking around the shuttle, you begin to think to yourself, smiling sadly.

// I can't believe that it has only been six months since ….. Since they all died, since …… since I began my training.// you think, your pale, sharp amethyst eyes wandering, studying the other passengers.

// So young, so innocent, so carefree, so……naïve. I cannot believe that I was ever that foolish…// you think, sighing, as you quickly exit the shuttle, skipping customs, leaving the shuttle port as quickly as possible.

You head straight for your new apartment, hurriedly checking in with your new landlord, ignoring all of her `house rules', before going up to your apartment.

You quickly open your black duffle bag, taking out a small black and silver device, checking the room for any bugs, cameras or listening devices. Having found none (what a surprise there!), you decide to check out your apartment.

Your room has a black and crimson design, with a large queen sized bed with crimson and black satin drapes and sheets, a black oak desk, wardrobe, Television, DVD, Playstation2, and ensuite bathroom, exactly what you had asked for.

The apartment also consisted of another large bathroom/ shower room, a decent sized kitchen and dining room, a living room and a guest room. A…..pink guest room?!

"Stupid fucking Doctor Y…….stupid…..fucking….since of humour……" You grumble, stalking back into the living room, opening and plugging in your laptop, quickly logging in and contacting Dr. Y.

"Password Death-Dragon-Rose." You clearly state to the blank screen. "Codename unknown. (U don't have one….yet.)"

"Hold on a sec---shit! *Crash!!!!!* *Boom!!!* Damn it!" a voice loudly swore from the still blank screen, before clicking on, revealing a slightly…..frazzled-looking Dr. Y.

"Oh, it's you! Hello, my girl, hello! How was your flight? Pleasant, I hope." The old(ish) man rambled on, apparently pleased to see his `protégée'.

Doctor Y had acted as a sort-of grandfather figure to you since you were about four. You had basically known him for your entire life (well, minus four years, anyway…..) When he had asked your parents permission to train you, however, they had refused. He had been convinced that you would have made an exceptional student, your intelligent level believed to be higher than the creators of the gundams and Oz's best personnel put together, and your uncanny ability to pick up new things from only seeing them once, anything from martial arts to computer-hacking.

Over the past six months you had completed the same, if not tougher rigours training programs that each gundam pilot had taken years to complete.

Now, you had arrived at your destination and were awaiting orders for your first-ever mission, one of many that would hopefully lead to your ultimate goal: revenge.

Smirking, you politely waited for Dr. Y to finish ranting about Ra-knows what.

After a few minute of his ratings, he seemed to realise what he had been doing.

"He-hem. Well, I suppose that you actually had a reason to contact me, didn't you?…….oh! Your mission details! Hehe, um-just give me a moment---I know I put that data here somewhere----" he muttered, disappearing from view.

Smirking slightly, you just shook your head.

"Still the same-old scatter-brain Y. I wonder who was idiotic enough to have ever told him he was a genius?!" You muse, absent-mindedly playing with your silver ankh and snake chain, the last ever gift your brother had given you.

"Ah-ha! Found it! Right, my girl, I will be sending you the necessary files, via email, momentarily. Your mission outline, goals and necessary into will also be in said files.

From now on, _______ ______, you shall only be addressed by your new codename, Reaper Girl/ Lady Dragon/ Silver Rose during transmissions, emails and all other non-face-to-face contact, is that understood?"

You answer………

"Yep, sure, whatever! Reaper Girl out!" ----- Turn to page three

"Understood - Lady Dragon out" ----- Turn to page four

"Understood Dr. Y. thanks for everything- Silver Rose out" ----- turn to page five

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