Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Surprises ❯ Code 666 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimers: Don't own G-boys, wish I did. I'm broke and not worth suing. The OCs you see however are just that `original characters' meaning mine.

 

Warnings: Nothing really this chappie, Prologue 2/2

 

Extra Note: This is my first attempt at fanfic, hope you enjoy. More at the end, please read it. If you didn't like chapter 1, skip this and go to the next chapter!

 

Extra Special Thanks: To my first ever reviewer Asaka_Sama!!!! (media miner)

 

Thanks and enjoy the show…!

 

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-Surprises-

-Code 666-

-Ch 1-

 

AC 197

December 24

 

No one was around. A year ago something momentous had been put in motion. No one was around then and no one was around now when the next step was taken.

 

::Initiating interactive sensor mode. Final countdown starting for incubation period - T-minus 10 seconds until release::

 

/whirr. hum. buzz. The sound of the liquid being drained from the five glass tubes in jarring in the quiet of the four rooms. swish swish. hum. beep beep beep beep beep/

 

A quick loud beep is emitted from the five now empty glass tubes. Well, almost empty.

 

/sniff. sniff. `WAH! WAAHHH! WAH!'/

 

The crying of babes can be heard and breaks the quiet that once reigned in this long since forgotten room. The screens continue their countdown, the numbers flickering on the screen as the computerized feminine voice announces the seconds remaining.

 

::4 seconds, 3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 seconds…Incubation completed successfully. Removing incubation materials - Executed - Starting feed lines - Executed. Attempting to locate and contact Doctors J, G, S, H, O. Failure to contact doctors. Executing backup procedure. Attempting to locate and contact pilots 01, 02, 03, 04, 05. Code red, situation volatile. All pilots currently engaged in battle. Execute emergency cod 666. Locating Doctor Z - located - contacting Doctor Z - connection successful - transferring data concerning emergency fail safes - transfer complete - requesting code 666::

 

/whirr. whirr. buzz. beep. beep. hum/

 

After the feed lines were connected to the five one-year-olds in the tubes quiet returned. Staccato bursts of computer Morse code fills all four rooms as the network works to connect with the original doctors, then the pilots, and finally Doctor Z.

 

Meanwhile on a remote colony in the L5 cluster…

 

/BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEP!/

 

The silence in the lab shatters as all the computer screens flick from the standard green screen to brilliant red, scalding yellow lines of information streaming across them. However, unlike the other lab, someone is there to see.

 

A tall (6' 6”) androgynous man slowly looks up from his hidden works. His hair is a full pristine white that falls down his back in a waterfall on meticulously equal braids. Some of those braids fall over deceptively fragile shoulders and caress his ghostly pale cheeks. Crystalline blue eyes slowly rise as if the owner is unwilling to be separated from his works. His brow furrows as he watches the nearest screen trying to locate meaning in the streams of information. A gleam comes into his eyes as he finally sees it. “Code 6 6 6,” he breathes, his voice surprisingly smooth and rich.

 

He unfolds himself from his chair where he was working and slowly stalks to the computer. Standing at his full height ones first impression would be of clumsiness due to the long lanky limbs one would normally associate with a bow in the throes of puberty. The image is immediately shattered with his movement, the strong lithe and precise movement of a predator (1). Long nimble fingers start running over the keys, almost dancing, and soon a smirk accompanies the gleam.

 

“Ninmu ryoukai.” (2)

 

A flurry of fingers over the keyboard and the reply code is sent. The smirk had transformed to the hungry smile of a predator by the time he was done.

 

Back on Earth…

 

::Requesting emergency code 666. Emergency code 666 received. Starting final preparations for transportation of emergency fail safes::

 

/rapid staccato bursts fill the four rooms. The five life support tubes begin humming loudly. whirr. sigh/

 

A mild sleeping agent is added to the babes' feed lines and they are quickly asleep. Oxygen masks drop from the tops of the tubes and gently placed on the babes' faces. Once secured, the tubes are filled again but this time with a dense bright blue liquid that immobilizes the sleeping infants (3).

 

::Final preparations of emergency fail safes complete. Initializing code -999, transportation sequence initializing::

 

/hiss hiss. shunt shunt shunt. The humming increases to a whine and the tubes begin vibrating. The rooms are now continuously filled with the whines, hums, and code bursts of computers working at maximum capacity/

 

Hissing precedes the shunting of gundanium alloy curtains covering the tubes. Five previously unseen doors above the tubes slide open and a sleek, thick, gundanium alloy sheath is dropped over each tube and secured. The doors over the now sheathed tubes open even further. If anyone was around to see, they would have gawked in disbelief. The tubes had been integrated to be the internal workings of small transport rockets.

 

::Initialization complete. Final countdown initialized. T-minus 60 seconds to launch… 59, 58, 57…::

 

The systems in the four rooms are maxing out their capacities. A lesser system would never have been able to pull it off, but this was a specially built system created by five paranoid geniuses. The system would not fail.

 

::…41, 40, 39…::

 

The clinical computerized feminine voice continued to countdown while downloading a special program to each rocket; she was never programmed to do anything other than issue the system orders.

 

/deafening whine and intensifying vibrations; even the mainframes and supercomputers are rattling(4)/

 

::…22, 21, 20, 19...Download complete, preparing final system shutdown. Shutdown will activate 90 seconds after fail safes launch…7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…::

 

/The whining and vibrations are suddenly overridden by the sound of rockets firing. The vibrations, heat, and working at maximum capacity for so long is too much for some of the systems; many systems no longer needed die, long fine cracks running up the cases. One of the five computer screens shatter in the chaos of the launch/

 

The rockets and their cargos escape from the hidden rooms with no one the wiser. The doctors had developed a jamming and cloaking system for the rockets far superior to what was currently available; they threw everything into seeing the fail safes' safe arrival to whomever they were sent.

 

90 seconds after successful launch a seismograph ten miles away picks up a 5.1 on the Richter scale (5).

 

Final shutdown of the hidden rooms, and the labs that unwittingly housed them, was complete.

 

No one was around. No one was around to witness the last desperate attempt for future peace and atonement leave the atmosphere. The only witness was a machine whose readout was attributed to a shift in the Earth's tectonic plates (6). No one was around to witness the safe delivery of the rockets to a remote colony in the L5 cluster.

 

No one witnessed the recovery of the rockets just hours after their separate landings by a strange white man. At least, not officially…

 

 

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1. I think of a snow leopard

2. “Mission accepted.”

3. Cross of sky blue and teal; it still supports their bodies but it also protects them from the dangers of launching, riding through space, and landing (like a shock absorber only more advanced and liquid)

4. Think big, heavy, and jammed tightly together.

5. Scale that measures the intensity of earthquakes.

3.5-5.4 Often felt, but rarely causes damage.

6. Not sure if I phrased that right. I'm in astronomy not geography (he he, yay stars. Actually, I had a bad experience with an advanced geography class in high school -_-“ ) so if anyone knows for sure email me - Lynn.gryphon@gmail.com

 

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Okay folks, let's talk length (/ignores the whining that undoubtedly ensues/)…

 

I write my chapters as they come to me on hardcopy and transfer it to soft copy where I make final edits and post it. Everyone has undoubtedly noticed that when transferring hardcopy to soft the length of said copy shrinks. I am not comfortable writing huge hardcopies anyways (gotta thank the US's obsession with standardized tests for that, don't get me started…/coughs and cuts off ensuing rant about teachers teaching to the tests and nothing else that might actually be useful/) So, unless something big inspiration wise (/think grand piano big/) hits me, all my chappies will probably resemble this in length.

 

Now about my little internal muse…it's finicky in a very bad way. I can only force it to an extent before it shrivels up and hibernates for a while, so expect postings to be a bit random and drawn out. Watch out for summer time too, there might very well be a 3 month gap there (I write during school. Dunno why but it is the only place that I feel comfortable sitting and writing. Probably the lack of distractions /dodges college profs. `omae o korosu' glares/). All I can do is promise to do my best when posting and try not to leave you hanging too long.

 

Now, let's wrap this puppy up…

 

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Review please! Feed the starving authoress! I'm in college I can use the charity!

Flames are accepted so if you really feel like venting, go ahead (Flame Clause: Any and all flames are subject to being reposted, picked apart, and laughed at in following chapters)

 

If you like this, then read my other works! Surprises (GW) (Shounen-ai) (Nonslash) (T) The first two chapters are prologues, after that is normal story. 16 after the end of Marimeia's Rebellion, a new threat has arisen and now the old pilots are forced to meet the new. Did someone mention parenthood?!

Dolphin's Five (GWxNaru) (Shounen-ai) (Nonslash) (T) One of the Gundam pilots has a secret and that secret winds up sending our favorite ex-terrorists into the middle of Team 7's training field. What will happen when they find out they can't get back? Will they be able to adapt to this strange world or will they break? A certain Dolphin won't let that happen!