Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Plight of Ferguson Mueller ❯ The New End ( Prologue )

Prologue

In the Mobile Suit Wing Zero Custom, Heero gasped as he flung himself between the Earth and the last piece of war the human race was to witness. The intensity of the gravity pulled on every aspect of him, his sweat illuminated by the fiery red warning light in the stuffy cockpit, was dripping against the soggy leather headrest, hitting it like stones. The super human pushed against the nature of gravity, pushing with all of his physical strength and the new, strange emotional strength endowed in him from the colonies, for the colonies.

"I will….I will….I will survive!" he yelled, heaving moisture at his monitor, the glass breaking in his determined face, his voice ringing in violent speakers throughout the belligerent struggle above the mother of mankind. From the powerful Twin Buster Rifles, a momentous expulsion of molten energy collided with Barge. The cursed ship cracked in glowing capillaries that reached to the end of the falling vessel, and it was shattered. The harmless debris caught fire and streaked the sky in a memorable spectacle that many remembered as 'The Holy Lights.' The Earth's sole savior, went limp and fell hard to the sea, his fighting machine making a mini tsunami that went nowhere. He was later recovered, and the comrades parted ways to pave their inconspicuous paths in the new beginning of Earth.

War was what they had fought to end. They hoped to abolish the evil of such massive, life-altering conflict in one final stand, pitting the colonies against the whole of the motherland, and ceasing hatred between human brothers. Now the human race could exist without fighting, and use the example of the last battle as an example of the senseless waste of life a war is.

Vice-Foreign Minister Darlian was more than just a peace symbol, more than just a crusader against war and violence, but and angel that showed the world down the golden path of peace, a path that none would go astray, for one, for all.

It only took one, however, one hate, one argument, one attack, for war to implement and ruin the new 'permanent peace.' That one could be the simplest of civilians, a lawyer, a doctor, a secretary at some executive place, or even a homeless bag lady. But those would be mere sparks compared to the flame of a true evil leader.