Gundam Wing CL: AC 205

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Sat Apr 14, 2007 4:51 pm

Gabriel's attention was grabbed from Grim to the door with the set of knocks. He nodded to the main and gave a gesture asking for a moment of pardon as he stood and made his way to the door.

The voice trailed through the wood of the door as Gabriel approached. He smiled, them having just have spoken about her. He opened the door and beckoned her to enter as he shut the door cautiously behind her.
"Welcome Miyumi. Grim and I were just talking about you."
He made his way back to his coffee and his guest as he took his seat he took a sip of the coffee.
"Well Grim, I hope that the two of you can handle whatever it is that may come up. Yes, I suppose we could leave Sera out of this for the time being. She hasn't been feeling spectacular as it is. A small bout of the flu I think."
He took another sip of his coffee before direction his attention back towards Miyumi.
"So how can I help you so early in the am Miss?"

Grimbold Theoman · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Grimbold Theoman** on Sun Apr 15, 2007 2:40 am

Grimbold rose when he saw Miyumi enter behind Gabe
"Good morning Miyumi, though after the news I saw today I'm not sure good really applies any more."
He sat as she takes a seat herself and waits to find what has brought her there.

SinfulSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SinfulSoul** on Mon Apr 16, 2007 2:16 pm

OOC: Sorry for the delay. Got caught in a few things.

The space shuttle and it's entourage finally gained clearance to land at the D.C. Military Spaceport on landing strip three. The Leos moved ahead to touch down on the landing strip and scout the area for any armed military weapons. The Leos had their bazookas readied at their shoulders, but their weapons systems were locked in standby mode - as were the other mobile suits that followed the shuttle. Once the local surroundings had been deemed secure, the Taurus suits hovered ahead to touch down on either side of the landing strip. The shuttle soon followed down the landing strip while the Serpent suits continued to fly overhead inspecting the surroundings. The Leos and Taurus suits slowly walked down the landing strip, cautiously looking at the surroundings. Indeed they lay nested now in the heart of the enemy and the pilots couldn't help but feel a little worried. Once the Leos an Taurus suits finally caught up with where the shuttle had came to a stop, the Serpent suits slowly glided down to the ground. The mix of mobile suits made a circle around the shuttle roughly 200 feet in diameter.

The side door on the shuttle released it's pressure lock and slowly opened. A staircase rolled out from underneath the door on which 10 SIG units marched out on to. They secured the landing of the stair case, and from the shadows within the shuttles emerged two more SIG units followed by the four Generals in order of rank, General Sin, General Marshal, General Prescott, and General Chamberlin. Just like the mobile suit formation, four SIG units led in an arrow head in front of the Generals, two units on either side of the Generals, and four units trailing behind the Generals straight across.

The military crew managing the area directed the guests towards the lobby area where they were to meet other leaders and head to the meeting area. The SIG units and even the Generals themselves marched in synchronization towards the Lobby at a brisk pace. The soldiers were dressed in the standard Black Ops attire and light body armor that always followed any general around. They were each armed with special forces modified rifles, two knives, and three pouches of assorted grenades. A black cloth wrapped around their heads to conceal their noses and their mouths while impenetrable black sunglasses shielded their eyes. They would look like a shadow army, designed to embody intimidation from head to toe. The Black Ops branch is the most disciplined (and controversial) of the military branches and said to be a breeding ground for future generals. Both General Marshal and General Chamberlin were once part of the Black Ops division. The beat of their boots hitting the ground made them sound larger than they really were, but announced their presence and demanded respect.

Claude Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Claude Faile** on Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:32 am

The blue light beat slowly yet again as Claude inhaled deeply on the cigarette. His hand was steady and his eyes were calm as they always were. He touched the switch.

[Sir, we missed them.]
Claude hesitated a moment before taking another draw. He knew they had flown past. He knew they had missed them. He spoke as the smoke filtered out of his lungs.
"Yes Maddrox, we did. In the air they still had their guard up, but now, that they have touched down, just as they touch down they are the most vulnerable. Let's show them a warm welcome. Go."
The tone of his voice never changed as he engaged all of his systems. The verniers from the Leo and the Serpent hissed as they exploded out of the trees and jetted towards the ceremony.

Claude calmly finished the cigarette and butted it out. He awaited the first sounds of gun fire and explosions before the heavy arms broke free of his green shackles. The massive unit spun easily in the air before rocketing back towards the SIN plane.

HeavyArms stopped about two kilometers from the plane on the landing strip and began to steady it's Gatling gun arm.

Claude awaited the sound of the target lock as he kept his arm sturdy. The cannon was heavy, but as soon as the beep rang through the cockpit he squeezed the trigger with all of his being. He could only hope that he destroyed the dictator of space.

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:41 am

She smiles a warm smile when she sees Grimbold, which is unusual for her. The smile lights up her whole face, causing red glints in the hair surrounding it. Taking a seat, she pulls her computer out of its bag.

You saw some news, did you see what General Sin is doing?

She opens the computer, and there, ready to play, is the news video of General Sin's announcement for the flight.

Grimbold Theoman · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Grimbold Theoman** on Tue Apr 17, 2007 2:07 am

Miyumi's smile touched Grimbold, as it always did and he smiled back at her enjoying the way her face lightened. He sat back as she got out her computer and started playing the message from General Sinful. Grimbold watched the announcement in increasing shock. When it finished playing he sat in stunned silence for a considerable time. Eventually, just before Miyumi spoke again he stood suddenly and pacing the room he spoke himself.
"I hadn't seen that, Miyumi. No that is a surprise, it has to be a trap. If it were not he would have contacted us and the Earth politicians directly not through a public broadcast. He wants to tempt the rebels into attacking so the Colonies have a legitimate reason to declare war on Earth."
He paced about some more, trying to work out some way to prevent the potential disaster that was looming ahead of them.
"How long have we got before he lands? Have we time to get the American government to mobilise some of the suits we have left and sweep the entire area around Washington DC? We must do something to make sure that this doesn't work out the way Sinful wants."
There was another pause. Grim's face clearly showed he was thinking and had more to say. He stopped his pacing and turned to face Gabriel.
"I am sorry to run out on you, my friend but we have work to do, let Seraphina sleep, when she wakes tell her that we are dealing with things, try not to let her worry."
He turned again to Miyumi and smiled wryly.
"We had better get back to the appartment and pack qucikly for a trip to DC. We have work to do again, I don't know if there is anything we can do but I know we have to try."
As he turned to leave he considered the change he felt over such a short time since Miyumi had arrived the warm feeling he had at her smile replaced and made more poignant by the cold emptiness that stole over him as he realised the possible importance of the next few hours. He waited by the door for Miyumi to follow him.

Midnight · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Midnight** on Wed Apr 18, 2007 12:42 am

Matt had just gotten up and sliped on his jeans from last night. He walked over to his fridge opening it up and taking out a can of his favorite soda. Matt poped the top took a swig and said to nobody.
"God nothing like the first drink of the day to get you started."
While taking another drink he walked through the door to his shop and pushed the button to open up the front doors. The doors themselves were huge. They were big enough to taxi a jet right in. He covered his eyes as he looked out into the morning and looking around the shop and smiled. He spent most of his earning from the war on his repair shop. Some would think too much but he liked waking up to the smell of grease and motor fluid. Matt walked deeper into his shop looking at what work he had left to do.
"Mmmm lets see got that tune up over there that need done. The repair job on that junkheep over there. I'll probley need to see if Val has a couple parts I need for it."
He said looking over the machines his shop.

Suddenly his phone rang. Matt walked over to it picked up after taking another drink.
"Yo Metal Maniacs. You break'em. We make'em. Oh Hey Val what can I do ya for.............. Ok I'll be right over. No problem dude."
Matt hung up and quickly ran into his room agian grabing, looking almost like he was skiping, a black muscle shirt that he usually worked in and ran over to his truck that he used for picking up parts. Then he drove off heading for Vals main junkyard.

miyumi · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **miyumi** on Wed Apr 18, 2007 12:53 am

She grinned an apology at Mr. Faile while Grimbold was pacing, twirling a strand of hair on her finger. As he started making excuses to leave, she packed up her bag once more.

Thank you for your hospitality sir.

She bowed to him, and by then Grimbold had gotten to the door. Walking quickly, she followed him out, then continued on, not waiting for him to pause. Her mind was racing.

What does he think I can do in DC? I wonder if those suits still exist, and if they do, did Sinful use them? Will the general recognize me? Will he even see me?

By this time, she had reached the door to her apartment. She was startled, having not realized just how fast she was walking. She had probably been going at a jogging pace without realizing it. Unlocking the door and leaving it open, she started to pack, throwing things into her one suitcase. Suddenly, she ducked out a bit to catch Grimbold.

Are we taking public transport?

She asked because if they were, she'd have to put her katana in a suitcase to check, as well as her guns and other weapons. She didn't want any of those to get taken by security.

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Thu Apr 19, 2007 5:57 pm

Gabriel smiled gently back at Miyumi as Grim spoke. He knew they had to leave, but if Sera awoke and heard about what had happened she would want to leave and go with them.

He let out a deep sigh as he fell back onto the couch as the door shut. What to do, what to do. At this point his eyes found the clock and he realized that he needed to get ready for work. He sighed again as he rose to his feet and dressed himself in his brown suit with a black shirt and no tie today.

He found his cell phone as he organized his notes for the day and dialed an old number. A number that he never would forget.
"Hello? Yes, it's me. I know I've lost the accent. What am I calling for? Well, I was hoping you could...yes that's exactly what I'm asking. No. No. Just an escort. You don't even have to be seen if you wish. No. General Sin. Of course I don't trust him. Okay. Thank you."
That was all that could be heard of the phone call. He shook his head as the he dropped the phone into his messenger back and zipped it shut.

Gabriel dropped his head. His mind wandered to the man he was on the phone with. Throughout the conversation all he could hear was smoking and his voice. It had become cold once again. He shook his head as he gently shut the door behind him and began his walk to class.

The school he was teaching at was only about a twenty minute walk away. Good students. They were all egar to learn. He thought about that once again so he could get back into his teaching mindset.

SinfulSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SinfulSoul** on Thu Apr 19, 2007 8:03 pm

OOC: Are there only three mobile suits involved in this attack? I wasn't sure exactly, but that's how I played it. If I'm wrong I'll edit this post to fix it, just let me know. And for reference, when I refer to "Sin" below I'm referring to the double.

As soon as the Generals had emerged from the space shuttle, the heads on the Leos began blinking red as the long range sensors began to detect vernier output particles. The Taurus mobile suits broke formation to form a line in front of the shuttle to block direct line of fire. The Leos armed their bazookas over their shoulders and began targeting the incoming foes. By now, even the soldiers and Generals on the ground could see the Leo and Serpent.
Sin:"Only two suits? A suicide mission?"
And then chaos sprang. As soon as both sides were in range, they had opened fire. Four shells from the bazookas tore through the air leaving a trail of gray smoke that was quickly followed by laser fire from the Taurus suits. The Serpent suits stayed by the shuttle in reserves with their weapons at the ready. The first to fall was one of Bazooka-wielding Leos taking an early shot to the head from the combined assault of the incoming Leo and Serpent.

Just then, the defending Serpents picked up another incoming mobile suit approaching from another direction. The four Serpents attempted to lock their dual-gatling gun arms arms at the approaching mobile suit.

Sin and the Generals on the ground noticed the movements of the Serpents and soon saw the quickly approaching Heavyarms. Sin's eyes widened as he realized what was happening.
Sin: "It was a diversion!"
Suddenly one of the soldiers designated as the Squad Leader broke the silence and yelled for everyone to get off the shuttle. The group of soldiers and Generals began fleeing from the shuttle just as bullets began piercing through the hull. The dense popping sound of bullets slamming into metal was soon followed by an explosion that turned into a massive fireball. The concussion from the explosion sent a wave of wind in all directions that knocked down those few soldiers that managed to escape the engulfing fireball. The four rear SIG soldiers, General Sin, General Marshal, and General Prescott were engulfed in flames. The four soldiers were lucky enough to die instantly, but the three Generals were screaming in pain as their bodies burned. General Chamberlin had been protected by the other three generals and four soldiers, leaving him with only minor bruising and cuts from the fall.

Though the Generals were merely actors designed to portray the real Generals, the SIG soldiers and pilots were authentic Black Ops units unaware of the scheme - but fully trained. The Squad Leader immediately began giving out orders to smoke the area to plan the escape. Chamberlin looked back at the withering Generals still set aflame and screaming in pain.
Chamberlin: "They're still alive! We must save the General!"
Squad Leader: "They'll just get us killed. You've been field promoted from Brig. to General, we need to get out of here!"
Smoke began filling the area as the soldiers began throwing smoke grenades over a wide radius to conceal their location. The Squad Leader gripped Chamberlin by the arm as they ran towards one of the barracks nearby. The soldiers kicked open the door and invaded the barracks. Any poor victim that happened to be inside was instantly executed. The squad regrouped inside as they attempted to figure out what to do. Chamberlin struggled to maintain his cover as he shivered with the chill of death nipping at his neck. The Squad Leader came over towards Chamberlin and placed a hand over his shoulder.
Squad Leader: "Don't feel so bad. You're the leader of the Colonies now, even if it's only for a few minutes. I always thought he was an ass anyway."
Chamberlin was still bugged with an audio and visual feed being laser fed back to the Colonies. The real General Sin clenched his fist and pounded it against the table."Damnit, Chamberlin is still alive! He'll ruin everything!"

Soldier: "Sir! We've found a hanger 100 yards down range, but no cover. The Lobby building is just East of here about 30 yards, we might be able to make it there."
Squad Leader: "Shit, we'll never make it to the hanger until those suits are gone. Worse comes to worse, we'll take hostages in the Lobby Building to get out of here. Hopefully our boys in the suits can get rid of them quick enough."

Meanwhile, the four Serpent suits were unleashing a massive barrage of heavy weapons fire from their dual gatling guns. Simultaneously they were attempting to obtain a lock on the Heavy Arms as they primed their missile systems.

SSJHunterKiller · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SSJHunterKiller** on Fri Apr 20, 2007 10:37 pm

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE UNDER ATTACK?!?"

John had taken then messenger by the neck of his shirt and lifted him against the wall. In the background, the other representatives were arguing back and forth about weather they should leave or stay. Several of the more cowardly members had already fled via car or plane. Gwinter stood a few feet behind John, gently shaking his head. Partially because John was literally "taking it out on the messenger" and partially because of what was happening to the Generals.

"Well what the hell do you plan to do about it?"

John dropped the man, who didn't place his feet in time and landed on his butt.

"There's not much we can do sir. We've already radioed for support, but they're at least twenty minuets away."

The man raise his hands to block the punch he saw coming from John, but it never connected. Gwinter had stepped forwards and caught John's arm before he could throw the punch.

"Hitting him won't solve anything. Now, I'm not sure why, but there must be a reason that there were no forces placed here."

Gwinter narrowed his eyes as he spoke and John caught the message.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, lets go before things start to get out of control."

Together, John and Gwinter walked out the front of the building. John had pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number that he hoped he would never have had to dial.

"Listen. Don't hang up. This is important or I wouldn't be calling you and we both know that.....................Yeah, it's about the Generals.................."

Midnight · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Midnight** on Fri Apr 20, 2007 10:42 pm

Matt and Lina had just finished up dropping off another part of the shipment to be melted down and were starting to head back. The right back was awful quiet. Mostly because Matt had a ache in the back of his neck. It developed from being a part time pilot in the war. He always got the feeling when he was about to be thrown into something he didn't expect, Ambushes, ect.Matt started to rub the back of his neck while he drove. Lina sat in the passenger seat gently tapping her right foot a soft tune that she was humming. She had noticed Matt rubbing his neck a few minutes ago, but didn't think much of it until he continued to do it.
"So what's the deal? You got a bad neck or somethin'?"

"Na just a ache I developed back in the war. I got it before something bad was about to happen."
Mat said to her glancing over at her. Lina nodded slightly. Everyone seemed to be having that feeling, especially Val. There was no other reason that he'd ask James about putting the Hyperion back together. Something major was about to go down, or so Val thought. And if he was right, then they'd all be in trouble.
"Well, lets hope everyone is just over reacting and this visit from Sin is just as it appears to be."

"No If I got this pain its not all hype. Every time I get it something bad happens."

"You don't remember what happened the last time Leaders all got together do you? I don't, but Val does. He said it was for peace talks. The leaders of the Earth Sphere Alliance all gathered together. They were attacked by the original Gundams, who thought they were all OZ leaders. Herro Yuy killed them."
She stared off out the window, knowing that Matt would get what she was hinting at. Matt looked a little worried.
"You really think something like thatâ€™s going to happen again. Wait you think Val might do it?"

"He'd better not. Takimi'll kill him if he does. And if she doesn't either James or I will. No. Val's too happy where he is. Even if he wasn't I don't think he'd have it in him to kill innocent people."
"Well I don't think the rebels are going to try anything. Seems a bit too big."

"I'm still not convinced there are rebels. And I don't think many others that even have a slight clue what's going on do either. But if these "rebels" don't do it, that doesn't leave anyone left except..............................Except Sin. Ok, yeah, I've heard stories about the man but to do something like that? I mean, he seems to want peace as much as anyone does."

"I don't think anybody would want to kill their own generals. Even Sin."

"Exactly. So either these 'rebels' do it or nothing happens and we're all just being paranoid."

"Well the things so iffy. If Sin told earth he was coming wouldn't we of heard about it before now?"
Lina gently shook her head.
"James said it wasn't announced until only a few hours before he left to come here."

"Yea but wouldn't it they have let us know at least a day or two before hand. They usually give the paparazzi time to plan anything."

"Maybe this is bigger than that and they didn't want any attention beyond the real news and Earth leaders?"

"Still wouldn't we of been hearing about flights and stuff being canceled if that was the case."
Lina could only offer a shrug to answer him. She had as few clues about the whole thing as everyone else did.
"It's right up here on the right."
Lina pointed a bit up the road to remind Matt that Val's place was coming up.
"Oo thanks."
He said switching lanes and pulling into the yard.

Grimbold Theoman · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Grimbold Theoman** on Sun Apr 22, 2007 1:36 pm

The mercenary was thankful for Miyumi's silence on their walk back to the apartments. He was shattered by the implications of impending war, the threat that was implicit in General Sinful's public announcement of the visit to Earth.

The whole thing had to be a trick Sinful would not risk his own life just to start a war, would he? Maybe he would.

Grimbold wished he could prevent what he felt, thought would be the result of this visit. He had no power, even Seraphina could have maybe got some action out of the Earth leaders but he knew his words would be wasted on them. In all honesty he had no idea what he could do when he got to Washington, even if he would be allowed onto the landing site. All he knew was that he had to try and prevent the disaster he foresaw.

He and Miyumi parted and went to thier own apartments, he was part way through packing his own bag when she returned asking about their method of transport.
"We will take my jet, we would be unlikely to get a flight at this short notice, why?"
She was gone before he had chance to ask her the question.

When they were both packed they headed for the garage under the building and took his ancient Aston to JFK airport. It took them tpo long to get there, the traffic was bad with people leaving the city it seemed. All the way there Grim fretted, worried by the war ahead feeling like a failure, that he had let the world, the Colonies, and worst of all Sara and Seraphina down. He should have been able to prevent it, and had not.

When they finally arrived he ran through the pre-flight checks with tears in his eyes, lost in his own world he ran through the motions of the checks without any conscious awareness. It took almost two hours to get take off clearance and they were on the way.

Claude Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Claude Faile** on Sun Apr 22, 2007 3:48 pm

He couldn't help but smile. There was no joy in it, only satisfaction. The SIN plane erupted into a beautiful picture of color. It swirled with reds and yellows and oranges and whites as the screams could be heard from inside his cockpit.

Their mission was accomplished in his books. If it was a trap, then it was sprung and he may only loose three men in the process. If not, the Guardians of Reverence have taken their first big step to destroying the colonies.

He was brought back harshly from his dream with the tug of shells bouncing and penetrating HeavyArms. He felt the tug of battle calling him, instead he opted to survive.

He hit the comm switch calmly. In that instant he looked away from the field of battle smokescreens filled the air as well as the call of another, smaller explosion.

His cold gaze wandered back to the destruction as the Serpent he once called Maddrox fell engulfed in the same beautiful fire that had taken the lives of the Generals earlier.

Claude couldn't help but pause for a moment as another explosion rang through the air. He knew this one to be the Leo. His hand slid off the comm button as he turn his back.

The feeling of weaponry slipping deep into the hull as he engaged the verniers. It was time to retreat. Their mission, a success.

He rocketed forwards toward the ocean as his feelings of victory were quelled with his conflicting grief.

Six kilometers over the Atlantic before Claude killed all the systems, excluding life support. HeavyArms plummeted into the sea. He could only hope that the abyss of water would null his heat signature and allow him to virtually disappear from his pursuers.

As HeavyArms plunged deeper another cigarette entered his mouth. The flame of the lighter illuminating the cockpit once more. Claude Faile's dramatic exit.
"End scene."

Zhelir Darkfall · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Zhelir Darkfall** on Sun Apr 22, 2007 11:48 pm

He leaned against a wall, inches from the door. He dressed in exactly the same garb as the rest of the black ops units in the facility, right down to the weapon. The problem was, he did not come in with SIG, and he was not leaving with them. At times like this, he likely would have smoked, but smoking gave off a particular scent, and he did not want to alert anyone to his presence prematurely.

He had taken a peek at the lay of the land before his intrusion. He knew this to be the most likely course for the survivors of the suicide mission. He had always been lucky, he just had to pray his luck would hold out enough that his old training protocols were still in place. The intrusion of the facility had been disappointingly easy, especially given the importance of the arriving shuttle. It had taken little more than an override of the CCTV systems and the disabling of a few electronic locks, and he was free to move as he pleased.

A sound paused his thoughts. Footsteps, hurried, coming toward the door. He heard no voices, only feet. His finger slid down to his weapon's safety, disabling it without a sound. The footsteps paused directly outside the door, signaling the man to avert his eyes merely out of training; his sunglasses would automatically polarize as needed. Without a sound, the door flew open, barely avoiding crushing the imposter's arm between the wall and the doorhandle. A handfull of men dressed to match and one representetive, General Chamberlain, burst through the doors; the lack of a precautionary flash grenade concerned the intruder as to the quality of the mens' training.

Without a spoken word, he cut loose. It was not difficult, and it did not take long. The group was at near point-blank range, and his weapon was set to full-auto. Its rattle echoed through the room for only perhaps fifteen seconds, and this was far more than needed; merely a precautionary measure, using the full capacity of the modified clip to ensure the death of each and every man in the room other than himself. As the dust settled, he took a pair of steps toward the only body in the room that didn't match his own dress. Reaching down, he hoisted the figure up, not entirely sure as to the location of the audio device or if it was even still active.

"This's Iko. I'm returnin' home."

At that, he exited. There had to be a shuttle capable of making orbit somewhere in this shithole.

SSJHunterKiller · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SSJHunterKiller** on Mon Apr 23, 2007 9:34 am

"Well why the hell did you call me? I can't do a damned thing about it! And you've got a lot of nerve calling me you bastard!"

Val closed his phone then hurled it as hard as he could towards a wall on the far side of the room. The phone collided and shattered with the wall just as James walked into the room.

"Well, that can't be good. So what's the deal? The parts thing not going well?"

Val looked up from the phone to James.

"No, the Generals are under attack."

James stared blankly at Val for a few seconds.

"How could you possible know something like that? I mean, it'd be on the new almost immediately wouldn't it?"

"It'll be one in a few minuets. I just got a call from someone who's there."

"Someone who's there? Since when do you know someone who'd have access to the Generals?"

"John. John Lowe."

James stared wide eyed at Val. He couldn't believe that John Lowe of all people would call Val. The only thing James could do was pick up the remote and turn on the TV. Almost as if one cue a blank screen with the Colony logo appeared with a looping audio message.

"People of Earth, your military leaders have betrayed your will for peace. At 12:01 PM in Washington D.C, General Sin, General Marshal, General Prescott, General Chamberlin, and their escort of 12 bodyguards were assassinated while leaving their ship headed to the diplomacy meeting for peace between Earth and the Colonies. This attack was made by a clear military mobile weapons force and even worse yet, a force led by a Gundam. The fact that a Gundam even exists on Earth shows a clear violation of the peace treaty made three years ago. Even more sickening than this betrayal is that no aid has been offered by Earth to resolve this perilous situation or to defend our representatives. This lack of care for peace only shows how prevalent the barbaric nature of Earthlings has become. It is evident that Earth chooses war, and the Colonies will respond with the eradication of all of Earth's populace to make room for a more civilized man. But fear not, your memory will not be lost in this cleansing. You can take solace in knowing that you have fostered the birth of a new generation of man superior to your own. Farewell Earthlings."

Lina and Matt walked in just after the first time it looped through but heard it the second time. Val, Lina and James all looked back and forth between each other. Val was the first one to break the silence.

"War is coming. And the colonies didn't disarm themselves, I don't care what they said. The couldn't have kept those Serpents if they did disarm. Earth has very little military power and there's a Gundam out there. And as of right now, we're not sure who's side it's on and what it's going to do in the future."

Both James and Lina knew what Val was getting at and both spoke simultaneously.

"We need the Hyperion."

Both James and Lina turned and took off for the back of the building, where there was an elevator and a ladder down to a construction/repair bay to get things underway. Val looked up at Matt, knowing what question was going to come out of his mouth. But before Matt could ask, Val jerked his head in the direction that James and Lina and ran. Val slipped his hands into his pockets and followed after them, the message from the colonies still playing in the background.

Midnight · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Midnight** on Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:03 pm

"War again. I had a feeling this day would come. Wait Hyperion wasn't that destroyed?"

Matt followed Val to the back of the building where James and Lina and vanished too. There was a freight elevator and an elevator going down. Since the elevator was still at the top with the door open, Matt assumed that James and Lina had just slide down the ladder to get there quicker. Both the men rode down the elevator in silence. When the got into the actual hanger, James and Lina were huddled over a table that had a blue print of the Hyperion on it, a map and a set of instructions for how to bring the parts of the Hyperion back here for assembly without anyone noticing. Matt followed Val over to where the two mechanics were busy calculating the time theyâ€™d need to put everything back together. Matt remembered how much of a difference the Gundams had made in the last set of wars, be even two of them wouldnâ€™t be enough to defend the entire Earth from the colonial assault that was sure to come watching the next few weeks. â€™Man, heâ€™s going to need some help defending Earth.â€™ Matt though to himself as he watched Val just standing there, looking off into space. Matt took this time to look around the hanger. There were several piles of old parts stacked up in corners and what looked like a classic car that was in the process of being completely gutted and then remade. Above a cat walk circled the outside of the room with a few walk ways stretching across. A few belts for moving heavy machinery spread across the ceiling. Off on the far side sat a pair of delivery trucks with their hoods up. Matt guess that either James or Lina had been in the process of fixing something before the shit hit the fan.

SSJHunterKiller · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **SSJHunterKiller** on Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:31 pm

"No, I never destroyed the Hyperion. It seemed like a waste to me. As much as I and everyone else want peace, there can never truly be such a thing. Not so long as Humanity exists."

Val spoke, but made no other move than that.

"Well, I've got some bad news."

James had looked up from the table just before Val spoke but waited for him to finish.

"While, we can put the Hyperion back together, it'll take a while. With only Lina and I working on it, I'd say three months minimal. We'd need a real crew or, I don't know, maybe thirty some odd guys, putting her back together and testing to make sure all the connections havenâ€™t rusted out on us and all that. If we had that, then maybe we could bring it down to two weeks. I'm not going to allow any closer than that. It'd be to dangers to have you in a Gundam that's not completely in the green."

Val looked over to James and nodded.

"But that brings up another problem. We don't have that many people that can work on it. I mean we have four, at the most."

Val thrust a thumb over to Matt.

"If we bring anyone else in on this there's a really good chance that we'll be exposed before we can get the Hyperion finished. And even though it won't be together, I can guarantee that somehow the assault on the General's will be pinned on us. And even if that doesn't happen.............."

"We're in violation of the peace treaty by keeping the Gundam."

It was Lina that spoke up. She was still leaning over the table, looking at the papers. Val nodded.

"So it looks like we're going to be sitting the start of this one out eh?"

Val chuckled at James' comment.

"Yeah, looks that way. But it's probably better this way."

Gabriel Faile · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Gabriel Faile** on Mon Apr 23, 2007 3:03 pm

Gabriel managed to get his way through his morning lesson with no help other than a coffee. Now, it was time for his last class of the day. His favorite. Grade Eleven Conflict History. It was the course that he knew the most about, because he was there.

He was standing up at the front of the room organizing his notes as all the eger students came in and awaited his lesson of the day with smiles on their faces. He let them talk until the bell rang when he moved out from behind his desk and centered himself on the white erase board before writing "The War of AC195" on the board. In thick black letters. He turned around to face the class as he spoke.
"Well, I know this is going to be a favorite of a lot of you. This is where history gets messy and peace is destroyed twice in a course of six years. It starts with Earth's control of the colonies with the United Earthsphere Alliance or the UEA. Their main weapons were called Mobile Suits, but I would assume that everyone knows what they are and what they look like. Now-"
He was cut off by the video announcement screen flickering on. The words "Urgent News Broadcast" stood out on the black background. Then it started.

" People of Earth, your military leaders have betrayed your will for peace. At 12:01 PM in Washington D.C, General Sin, General Marshal, General Prescott, General Chamberlin, and their escort of 12 bodyguards were assassinated while leaving their ship headed to the diplomacy meeting for peace between Earth and the Colonies. This attack was made by a clear military mobile weapons force and even worse yet, a force led by a Gundam. The fact that a Gundam even exists on Earth shows a clear violation of the peace treaty made three years ago. Even more sickening than this betrayal is that no aid has been offered by Earth to resolve this perilous situation or to defend our representatives. This lack of care for peace only shows how prevalent the barbaric nature of Earthlings has become. It is evident that Earth chooses war, and the Colonies will respond with the eradication of all of Earth's populace to make room for a more civilized man. But fear not, your memory will not be lost in this cleansing. You can take solace in knowing that you have fostered the birth of a new generation of man superior to your own. Farewell Earthlings. "

Gabriel's hand shook as his first thoughts were hoping that the Falcon, his child, was in not involved.

When the screen went blank he dropped his head. The class was silent. This was war. He looked back up at the class with his dark eyes. He carefully set his palms on the front row desk before speaking.
"Class, remember last months lesson on history repeating itself? Point proven. This is a classic example of history cycling. Just because we don't know if General Sin's intentions are as good as Heero Yuy's doesn't mean he won't be martyred. It looks like there's going to be another war of AC195. Enter Mobile Suits and the return of the underground Gundams."
He followed his lesson in suit and completely threw aways the plan. It fit in rather well, but he still would have preferred it didn't.

Ryand-Smith · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Ryand-Smith** on Mon Apr 23, 2007 4:11 pm

OOC: I'm playing as a representive of an outlying colony

There was another announcement on the media speaker, as Uchnos looked on the Academy's news broadcaster.

Hello People of the Larange Colonies, and Earth. I am Dr.Hillary Bush and as the representable of the United Asteroid Federation of MO-V, Ceres, and 2 Pallas. We feel that the Larange colonies threat against the Earth is an action that threatens all humans, and could possibly place our species in danger of being exterminated. If one part of humanity threatens to use extraordinary levels of force, we will respond with our own mass drivers, and we will use these devices of peace, to destroy the colonies if their militaries hit Earth. Our Gundam factories are at full production. We are ready to defend the Earth, and ourselves. as the Mother World is necessary for us. That is all people of the Earth Sphere.

Uchnos shighed as he went back to grading papers. "Well, the Asteroids are threatening solar system war, and I have to grade essays, what's the worst that could happen..."

Gundam Wing CL: AC 205

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AC 205 Matt Night

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