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"When war is dehumanized, both victory and defeat become miserable, and God no longer lends a helping hand."

-Treize Khushrenada, late leader of the World Nation. Christmas Eve, A.C. 195

With high expectations, human beings leave Earth to begin a new life in space colonies. However, the United Earth Sphere Alliance gains great military powers, and soon seizes control of one colony after another in the name of "justice" and "peace."

The year was After Colony 195. Operation Meteor.

In a move to counter the Alliance's tyranny, rebel citizens of certain colonies schemed to bring new arsenals to the Earth, disguising them as shooting stars. However, the Alliance headquarters caught on to this operation.

These five Gundams, and their young pilots, were originally sent to take revenge for the assassination of Heero Yuy, the late pacifist leader of the colonies. Instead, these pilots were provided with missions, all aimed at crippling the mysterious Alliance organization known as OZ.

OZ, its leader Treize Khushrenada, and its backers, the aristocratic Romefeller Foundation, worked in the shadows of the Alliance military before taking center stage in a bloody coup de tat. Under the guise of peace, OZ befriended the colonies. And for a time, the Gundams and their pilots, found themselves fighting for a reason to exist in the ever-changing world.

These chaotic series of events all became part of what would be known in years to come as the One Year War; a time where multiple factions vied for total dominance of the Earth, and space.

It all came down to a final battle on Christmas Eve, when the White Fang, a radical band of colonist revolutionaries, was defeated by the combined efforts of the Gundams, and Earth's World Nation forces led by the late Treize Khushrenada. One particular Gundam, the Gundam Wing Zero, single-handedly destroyed a piece of the White Fang's massive battleship Libra as it plummeted toward the Earth, effectively preventing an everlasting winter that would have rendered the planet completely uninhabitable.

Despite a long, arduous path filled with bloodshed and tragedy, the events of the One-Year-War resulted in an immediate cease of hostilities between the Earth and the colonies. Thus, a new golden era of peace was born.

And now, the year After Colony 196. The newly-created Earth Sphere Unified Nation, has succeeded in not only establishing strong political ties with the colonies, but also in officially eradicating the last of all weapons called "Mobile Suits." Together, the Earth and the colonies were looking forward to a future of military disarmament, and peaceful coexistence.

However, as long as humanity exists, there will always be battles...

L3-Controlled Space, Sol System
August 20th, A.C. 196
02:22 hours, Standard Sol Time

The rays of the sun gently kissed the metallic surface of the carrier shuttle that neared the deserted natural resource satellite MO-VI; an area that was barely within the jurisdiction of colonies in the L3 sector of space. All was quiet for the moment. The carrier had shut off all propulsion systems as it lazily drifted toward its destination.

The youth inside the carrier stared silently at the jagged-shaped satellite, his expression tranquil but his Prussian blue eyes careful and calculating.

He glanced back down at the thermal scanner, which showed a wireframe diagram of the satellite. Temperature readings showed faint traces of heat emitting throughout the complex, especially from the core. So much for MO-VI being yet another forgotten relic from the war.

Sensors show two shuttles docked on the outside of the satellite. No other craft detected, the youth frowned.

He had no name, at least not one that he could remember. Nor did he have a family to return to; the only ones that came close were long dead. Those who knew him called him the "Perfect Soldier," while the other name he had been christened with wasn't even originally his to begin with.

It was a code name from Operation Meteor, that of a dead man: Heero Yuy. He didn't feel worthy of it considering the type of person the original owner was, but others would disagree. After all, he did save the Earth from destruction eight months ago. And only at the young age of sixteen.

Since that day, the five Gundam pilots had gone their separate ways. Duo Maxwell, the self-proclaimed "Shinigami" and pilot of Deathscythe Hell, had returned to his home colony in the L2 area to continue his junkyard business with his girlfriend, Hilde Schbeiker. Trowa Barton, the elusive pilot of Heavyarms, also had a home to return to at a travelling circus with his adopted sister, Catherine Bloom. Sandrock's pilot, Quatre Raberba-Winner, was still consulting with his sisters in order to sort out his family's corporate empire. That left Chang Wufei, who hadn't been seen in months. He took off in Altron (or as he liked to call his Gundam, "Nataku") one day without any explanation. It was as if he'd vanished from the face of the Solar System.

That only left Heero to watch over things from afar, not to mention the person he continued to protect. Relena Peacecraft, now back to being Relena Darlin and taking on her adopted father's position as Vice-Foreign Minister, was working tirelessly to jumpstart a terra-formation project on the planet Mars while acting as the heart of friendly relations between the Earth and the various colony delegates at the same time.

It was a tiresome job, watching over her. And it was a duty that came with plenty of enemies and unwanted attention, but so far Heero had neutralized every hostile that dared to threaten her. It was his new mission in life, one that came with preserving this new age of peace that they had all fought so hard for. He had promised to protect her, and he meant it. Whether that was all there was to their relationship remained to be...decided.

Of course, he wasn't the only one devoted to keeping the peace. There was the Unified Nation's Preventer agency, but they were still new to the game. In fact, the Preventers were the very reason why Heero was here in the first place; all thanks to former Alliance Major Sally Po.

At first he had declined the mission, thinking it another ruse to join their ranks, but when Po had mentioned something about colony rumors involving smugglers with Mobile Suits that looked like OZ's old Taurus models, he decided to check it out. The forwarded paycheck wasn't too shabby either come to think of it. It would help with refueling and repair costs further down the road.

And so here he was, drifting through space in a carrier shuttle he had bought a few months back and now called home (at least for now). Luckily for him, it looked like the rumors actually had some substance this time.

Heero switched to autopilot controls and resealed his helmet over his unkempt mess of brunette hair. Perhaps it was time to head out in Zero.

Natural Resource Satellite "MO-VI," Sol System
August 20th, A.C. 196
02:25 hours, Standard Sol Time

The bright, red lights flashed in sync with the alarm that sounded throughout the resource satellite. Ruffian smugglers rushed by as they yelled at each other to shut down all factory systems, but Commander Zeke Phillips paid them no mind. He calmly walked down the steel hallway and boarded the elevator at the end. He was a patient, bearded man in black dressed in a long leather trench coat, tactical pants, and dress shoes he stole from some businessman he bartered with several years ago.

This was supposed to be a simple smuggler job, especially for a former OZ major like himself. Construct and move a few new and leftover Tauruses onto civilian shuttles that would journey to the new colony in the area, L3-X18999, and decommission the satellite next month when they were finished. He wasn't told what the Mobile Suits were for; not that he really cared. Jobs for retired soldiers were hard to come by nowadays, not to mention that his employer, Dekim Barton, was a careful and ruthless man. Those who crossed him never lived to tell about it.

The command staff, all dressed in the red uniforms of Dekim's men, were shouting orders to each other over the alarm from their stations. The bridge officer approached Zeke and saluted.

"What's with all the noise?" he asked.

"Sir, thermal scans show what looks like a carrier shuttle parked just inside our outer defensive perimeter."

"Preventers?"

"We're not sure, sir. No markings were detected on the hull. That's not the only thing though."

"Why?'

"The carrier's shut down all propulsion systems. It's just drifting out there."

Could be a ruse, Zeke thought. "I want a boarding party to head out and investigate. Capture any personnel on board that carrier and bring them back here. Once you're done, set off the self-destruct and make it look like an accident. No need to attract more unwanted attention."

"Commander!" one of the radar crew shouted. "The carrier's opened its rear hatch. Sensors detect an object was released from it and it's heading this way at a great speed."

"Visual?"

"Putting it on screen, sir. It's flying against the sun, so the picture's a bit blurry. It looks like some kind of shuttle."

The map that had been displayed on the large screen at the front of the room turned into a picture. The object was small, but shaped like no kind of shuttle he had ever seen. It almost looked and flied like a bird, if such a feat were possible.

"Are you sure it's a shuttle?" Zeke asked.

"Well, sir, it's quite small to be a shuttle..."

"Have you tried hailing it?"

"I've tried warning him this is a restricted area, but the pilot won't respond!"

Zeke hissed through his teeth. I really didn't want to do this.

"Change of plans, then. Send out the Tauruses and take out that shuttle. I want no survivors."

Heero ignored the communication hail from the satellite and switched off the alert on his radio. Whoever they were, they obviously weren't expecting company.

Sally's request was clear: avoid unnecessary casualties and only investigate, not engage, though those orders changed if he encountered any enemy Mobile Suits. If hostile, all Mobile Suits were to be destroyed on sight, no questions asked.

Wing Zero's spherical console flashed in alarm, alerting him to new enemies. He input a few commands into the keyboard and a screen popped up on his right view screen.

Five formations of three triangular, purple spacecraft were approaching from the satellite. He'd recognize them anywhere: OZ's Taurus Mobile Suits. The thermals showed nothing where the cockpit should be, which only meant one thing.

Mobile Dolls.

"Enemy Mobile Suits approaching. Taurus Mobile Dolls confirmed," he said out loud, mostly for the cockpit recording he would analyze later. "Primary mission objective altered. Proceeding with destruction of Mobile Doll forces and smuggler-controlled Natural Resource Satellite MO-VI."

"Have the Mobile Dolls reached the target yet?"

"They've just gotten the target within firing range."

Zeke watched with a mix of fascination and pride as the Taurus Mobile Dolls transformed from small aircraft into humanoid shapes, complete with legs, a three-pronged head with a golden, square "face" in the center, and all armed with high-energy beam rifles.

Without hesitation all five groups rushed toward the small shuttle, raising their beam rifles as their faces turned from gold to a chilling blood-red. A flurry of bright, yellow blasts of ionized energy flew toward the single target. The large screen switched back to a map of the area. The blip that marked where the object had been flashed another moment before disappearing.

"Enemy has been neutralized."

Zeke let out the breath he had been holding. Another potential problem dealt with.

"Good, now order the Tauruses to destroy that carrier also. Let's hope we didn't make too much noise that—"

"W-wait! What is that?!"

"Huh?"

The blip had returned to the map, emitting different energy readings. And they were growing exponentially.

"Do we have visual again?" Zeke asked.

The screen changed back to where the shuttle had been, though this time Zeke could see it clearly. It most definitely wasn't a shuttle. In fact, it look more like a Mobile Suit...

He was fascinated as it transformed in front of his eyes. Parts behind the front rotated, forming white legs and crimson feet. The torso rotated also, revealing a blue body with a bright green jewel in the center, and the thrusters on top folded in and formed what looked like wings. The bird-like "head" was attached to its left arm; in its right it held a massive, double beam cannon.

But what caught his attention the most was the head. "Ears," a four-pronged, golden crown. And an expressionless face with jade-filled, hateful eyes.

Those eyes...he had seen the face before, many times in fact. It was a type of Mobile Suit that struck dread into even the bravest of soldiers. He had heard tales about them, but he had prayed he would never actually see one of them in person.

"My God...IT'S TRANSFORMING!" the bridge officer screamed. "IT'S A GUNDAM!"

The Gundam stayed perfectly erect, facing the satellite but not moving.

"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!" Zeke shrieked as the Mobile Dolls fired their beam cannons at it. Before the deadly bombardment could reach its target, the Gundam was off in a flash. Thrusters moved it through space like a speeding comet as it twisted and rotated through the barrage of beam fire. Two hidden compartments opened from both sides of the neck, revealing twin Vulcan cannons. The bullets tore through the lead Taurus on the first trio like tissue paper while the other two twisted to the left. The Gundam lifted its beam cannon at the evading pair and fired a short golden burst, destroying the rest of the group. Another Taurus trio came in at close range. Immediately the Gundam locked the beam cannon to its shield and took out a small object that popped out from its left shoulder.

Zeke watched in horror as a beam saber ignited from the object and cleaved two of the Mobile Dolls in half, destroying them in a fiery blaze. The other fired at it, but the beams glanced off its Gundanium alloy like it was a minor annoyance. The suit took off for the third Taurus and destroyed it just as easily, the reflexes of the pilot far outmatching the programming of the Mobile Dolls.

"Do we know which Gundam it is?"

"Identity confirmed, sir. It's Wing Zero!"

"Christ," Zeke cursed under his breath. Of all the ones he had to encounter, why did it have to be the one that destroyed an entire piece of a space battleship by itself with one hit?

"But what's it doing here?" an officer asked.

"It's obvious, isn't it? It seems the Gundams are on to our little operation," Zeke said.

"We've lost sixty percent of the Mobile Dolls engaging Wing Zero."

"Send out all remaining Mobile Dolls, including the Virgos!"

"But Commander, those Virgos are all that remain of the White Fang's surplus from the Lunar Base," the bridge officer argued. "We need Director Barton's explicit permission!"

"Doesn't matter, we're dead either way. Send out the Virgos and try to establish contact with Mr. Barton while you're at it!"

"Yes, sir!"

Heero slashed through another Taurus Mobile Doll and turned for the final two in the attack group when Zero alerted him to new mobiles launched from MO-VI. A few more Tauruses entered the battlefield, but the majority were a different model.

They were larger than the Tauruses and painted green and black. The shoulders were dotted with small shield generators and massive energy cannons were attached to their left arms. The Perfect Soldier recognized the newer models instantly.

Virgos. A bit harder to deal with, he thought grimly. I'll get 'em.

"New enemies approaching. Switching tactics; engaging enemy Virgo Mobile Dolls," Heero said as he kicked Wing Zero's Vernie engines to full and rushed at them as quick as lightning with the beam saber. The weapon crackled as it met the energy shield of a Virgo, negating it completely. The Mobile Doll turned and fired. Heero lurched back as he pulled Wing Zero away from the blasts.

He deactivated the beam saber and took the buster rifle back from the shield; or rather, one half of it. The rifle split neatly down the middle. Heero moved both rifles to each side of Zero, charging each one to their maximum energy output. Bright, golden energy surged from each rifle, engulfing several Virgos and destroying both shields and suits. Heero spun Wing Zero around in a circular arc, letting the beam sweep the battlefield and destroy anything else caught in its path.

To his satisfaction, multiple red, square targets disappeared from the spherical console. He couldn't help the short laugh that came out. The rush of battle always filled him with an excitement unlike any other. Zero's power was definitely something to admire and fear; it wasn't the first time he was grateful that the suit's ZERO System had chosen him as its pilot. Lesser pilots had been driven to the point of insanity under its straining effects. It took every ounce of self-control he had to master the system completely during the war.

"Eighty percent of Mobile Doll units destroyed. Continuing with mission," Heero reported, back to his usual stoic self.

Zeke was relieved when Dekim Barton actually answered their distress call. The Gundam had defeated all Mobile Dolls on the field and was turning in their direction.

"Commander Phillips, is there a problem?"

"Sir, we're under attack by the Gundam known as Wing Zero. It's destroyed almost all of our Mobile Doll forces here!"

"Peh, those stupid kids," Dekim muttered to himself. He looked back at Zeke. "What do you propose we do then, Commander?"

"Sir, if we can keep the Gundam busy with our remaining Mobile Dolls for a few more minutes, I could probably evacuate most of the men onto the two remaining shuttles. It might be a long shot, but—"

"...No."

Zeke was taken off-guard. "...Sir?"

"No. None of you will evacuate. I don't want the Preventers or the Gundams catching on to what we're planning."

"But sir, at this rate he'll destroy this entire satellite!"

"True, but not if I do the job myself, first! I'm remotely detonating the core of MO-VI from here."

"WHAT?! Are you insane?! We didn't sign up for this!"

"You failed me, Commander, and failure is not an option where Operation Meteor is concerned," Dekim sneered."Consider it an honor to be the first to sacrifice yourself in the pursuit of a new age under the great Mariemaia!"

Those were the last words Zeke Phillips and the rest of MO-VI heard before a white light consumed them all.

Heero neatly sliced the last Virgo in half before he turned his sights to MO-VI. He was surprised neither docked shuttle had made an attempt at escape. Normally the presence of a Gundam would have soldiers fleeing for their lives. Either they were well-disciplined, or they had another ace up their sleeve.

Zero alerted him to another call. He was just about to disconnect the radio entirely when he saw the frequency code. Long distance, and through an encoded Preventer channel. He pressed a switch and received the call. Sally Po's face appeared on a small view screen to his left.

"Heero, what's your status? Did you verify any truth to those rumors?"

"The rumors were true. I just engaged and destroyed enemy Taurus and Virgo Mobile Doll forces launched from MO-VI."

Po muttered a curse, rubbing a hand on her temple. "Great, the L3 delegates will love this. What about the satellite?"

"No sign of escape. Enemy still has two shuttles docked. I was about to infiltrate and disable the satellite before more Mobile Dolls were released to threaten colonies in the area."

"No Heero, you can't take them all on by yourself. Secure the space around the satellite and I'll send out a strike team from the colonies."

Heero narrowed his gaze, the soldier in him coming alive. "The enemy could escape well before reinforcements arrive. It'd be more prudent to disable the satellite from the inside now before it poses even more of a threat to the L3 colonies and causes a political incident."

"I won't argue with you about this Heero, you need backup. I have no doubt you could take it out single-handedly, but the leaders in there could destroy valuable evidence by the time you're done. Smuggler activity has been getting worse, and colony delegates from all sectors are becoming concerned; we need something solid to show them. If we can interrogate some of those smugglers, we'd have a great shot at finding out who's behind it all. We could even—"

Zero's alarm blared through the cockpit, redirecting Heero's attention to the satellite. Small explosions were emitting from the outer rocky shell.

"What's going on?"

Heero checked the thermal readings. "Small explosions detected from within the satellite. Thermal readings show the core of MO-VI is heating up rapidly. It's in meltdown."

"Are you sure you didn't accidently fire at—"

"Negative. I've ceased my assault."

He guided Zero back from the outer blast radius as he watched MO-VI glow a faint red before it blew, spewing debris in all directions and taking both shuttles and every smuggler with it.

"Target has self-destructed."

"Dammit," Po muttered with a sigh.

"I'm returning to the carrier, then going in for a closer look."

"Roger, I'll send Preventer forces in the area to your location. Maybe we can still find something worth salvaging that I can show Miss Une."

"Understood."

Heero killed the connection and transformed Wing Zero to Mobile Armor mode, speeding back to the shuttle. The cockpit's ZERO System illuminated him in a bright light.

Heero nodded as the light faded. "Yes, I know that Zero. Smugglers are usually cowards that would do anything to save their own lives. Plus, those satellites aren't designed to self-destruct from the inside like that."

And if so, that detonation must have been remote; someone wants to cover their tracks, Heero thought as he neared his carrier.

Another hour went by before Heero moved into the debris field. Guiding the large carrier was tricky work, even for an expert like himself. Mobile Suit parts, twisted titanium plating and pieces of rock littered the area MO-VI had once orbited.

Heero eased the carrier to a drift as he searched the debris field outside the cockpit window. Nothing.

He used the carrier's retractable claw to catch a piece of rock. His fingers typed almost as fast as the data that cascaded down the blue screen of his laptop. A diagram of the fragment appeared on the screen with readouts pointing to various parts of it. Heero studied the data carefully.

No irregularities on the surface. Fragment is comprised of hardened titanium alloy found in most natural resource satellites, he read.

He frowned as the claw released the small fragment back into space and retracted into the carrier. He had a hunch that he wouldn't find anything of use here unless MO-VI had a black box floating around somewhere, as was customary on most publicly-operated natural resource satellites. It was likely that the smugglers would have known that also and removed it. If so, that meant that he was back to square one with no leads at all. Damn.

No point in lingering around here, Preventer forces will arrive soon anyway. I should return to the nearest L3 colony and see if I can find out anything else. Maybe Trowa has some new information.

He moved to reactivate the carrier's thrusters and turn the spacecraft around when a shimmering emerald light from his left caught his attention. It was shaped like an oval and fairly thin, glowing even brighter than the far-off stars in outer space.

For one of the few times in his life, Heero was dumbfound. The light was serene, reaching out as if it were inviting him into it.

The perimeter alarm was the only thing that broke his trance. It repeated in his ears as he felt the carrier lurch. He looked at the mass. The debris nearest it was being sucked in like a vacuum, disappearing into nothingness once it went through the light. Was it some kind of black hole?

The Perfect Soldier grabbed the controls and ignited the thrusters, struggling to turn the carrier around. He pushed the lever to maximum, weaving the large carrier back and forth as fast as it would allow. He used all his weight to move the U-shaped joystick forward, but he felt the carrier slowly being sucked back into the light.

Another alarm sounded. Two engines had overheated and blown. He activated emergency boosters and gritted his teeth. His only shot was blasting out of the carrier with Zero.

He unbuckled himself from his seat, opened the cargo bay doors and went to run for Wing Zero. Before he could reach the door to the cargo bay, the carrier jolted again and he was knocked into the air.

The last thing he remembered was his helmet smacking into the wall before all went dark.

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