Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed or Gundam 00! They belong to their respective owners.

This story is heavily inspired by Dynasty Warriors Gundam 3 which somehow managed to get everyone to work together. Though I wish the other, better Gundam games would get translated...not that they're unplayable without japanese knowledge!

I suppose a bit of an OOC warning since I am taking the big bad of 00 and making him good/neutral. Also there will obviously be some slight AU shenanigans. This is also my first thought out fanfic so I'm going to admit I'm not the greatest at writing. Plus I timed the release of this pretty badly since everyone else is doing "character x gets thrown into seed" so I feel that their stories will make mine be inadequate, but oh well.

It was over. The final battle had ended, the Gundam Meisters had won in their struggle against the ALAWS and the Innovades. Peace had been achieved in the immediate future.

In the wreckage of a mobile suit that was once the O Gundam, a dieing spirit was reflecting upon this revelation. The mastermind behind the ALAWS and the man who attempted to become a god, Ribbons Almark, was going to die. The embrace of death was going to take him, he who was once untouchable if not immortal. Yet he was not at all disturbed. Ribbons didn't cry out in defiance, nor did he struggle onto life, the innovade simply allowed what happened to continue to happen with no interference. 'It's strange, almost liberating', the green haired innovade thought. 'Setsuna...or Soran as you once were...you have bested me. A true innovator will lead humanity to its future.' He cough up blood as his last mortal shell was failing him. 'Perhaps what I have done may have been a mistake seeing I am the loser here. You and your fellow gundam pilots have shown that human spirit and tenacity can overcome any obstacle, even my once perfect plans.' Ribbons closed his eyes, preparing for his final breath. 'I wonder if I could have done it that way...instead of becoming a bloodied tyrant...could I have been a true savior of humanity?'

At the final thought, something most peculiar occurred. A strange light appeared in front of the innovade, as if it was answering the man's final question. 'What is this?' Ribbons thought, cracking open his eyes, 'And why does it seem to be affecting my quantum brainwaves?' If it could talk or communicate at all, the strange specter of light did not reveal. However it steadily grew brighter and brighter until Ribbons could not help but to shut his eyes from the glare.

Then the falling sensation kicked in for Ribbons. He felt like he was tumbling down an endless black chasm with no indications of where he was or where he was even going. 'Is this some sort of afterlife?' Ribbons mused, 'I didn't even know there would be one for my kin.' After he lost count of the minutes, or was it hours, there suddenly was a new feature of this bizarre place. A plain white light, faint at first, but he was clearly getting closer to it. Eventually without any indication, he plunged through the light and promptly landed on what felt like physical ground.

'It's a good thing the law of physics didn't seem to apply to that dreadful place,' the green haired man grumbled as he got his bearings, 'would've hit terminal velocity and become an innovade pancake.' Getting up, there were several things he noticed. First, he seemed to be on some sort park area judging from the grass he was standing on and some plain walkways that snaked their way around, populated with some benches and not to mention the gazebo off in the distance.

Second, despite it being nighttime, the night and stars looked..."projected" or synthetic. 'Some sort of artificial sky?' Ribbons thought, 'But who would be insane enough to have this huge of a structure with a fake sky?' The structure he was in was indeed large, seemed to be large enough to have a city along with periphery settlements. 'Either we're under ground, under water, or in space...' The last thought haunted Ribbons a bit as the original purpose of Celestial Being was to ready humanity for the dialogs and thus humanity was meant to go into space. However he twisted the entire organization for his own goals which resulted in the terrible wars and his own demise. 'Still, an artificial colony? Whoever built this must have had some significant technology. Just as good if not better than humans of my own place.'

Finally the last thing he noticed was that he was alive and healed of his injuries, but he was also stark naked. Not that being naked really disturbed him mentally, but it was a little chilly despite what he assumed was artificial air. 'I better find some clothes lest I want to catch a cold, if I can get even sick, or attract unwanted attention to myself.'

Right before he was going to set off, the sound of...flapping could be heard along with the tapping of running shoes. "Birdy come back!" a young man's voice sounded off. "BIRDY!" a mechnaical voice replied back. Ribbons saw the most interesting sight of a green robot in the shape of a bird flying around the park, followed by a brown haired human teenager wearing what looked like jogging clothes. 'Well I guess I must be in a human habitat then,' mused Ribbons, 'Although...purple eyes? That isn't natural at all.' He was interrupted when the green robot decided to fly right in front of the innovade, flapping about and staring as though it was trying to figure out what Ribbons was. "Oh hello, and who might you be?" Ribbons inquired with a smile. "Birdy!" the robot repeated.

Then the teenager finally caught up to his associate, "Hey Birdy don't go flying off like that...whoa!" The young man suddenly stopped as he noticed the pale, naked man in front of him. "Oh greetings young man, is this thing yours?" The brown haired human nervously averted his gaze, "Oh heheh yea. Birdy is a really curious fellow." Ribbons almost chuckled at the squirming human in front of him who was clearly not comfortable with nudity. "Umm who are you? And what are you doing at the park at this hour...and err without clothes?" "Oh well I'm sorry about that," the innovade apologized, quickly making up a cover story in his mind, "I seemed to have had a bad night drinking and now I find myself in an unknown place without any possessions! The name is Ribbons by the way, Ribbons Almark." Ribbons held out his hand for a handshake, and the teenager shook it though with a bit of an uncomfortable tone in his voice.

"Oh that's an interesting name, my name is Kira. Kira Yamato. And my friend here is Birdy, a good friend of mine made him for me." "Birdy!" the robot exclaimed. Kira then spoke up, "Umm you said you don't know where you are? Well you're inside Heliopolis." Raising an eyebrow, Ribbons quickly asked, "Hmm Heliopolis? Can't say I know that place." Kira looked a little stunned, "Well it may not be as famous as the others, but surely you would know about an Orb Space Colony!" 'So we are indeed in space.' the innovade thought to himself, "I'm sorry Mr. Yamato but perhaps I'm suffering from some memory loss, maybe you could jog my memory with some information?"

Kira, being the Samaritan he was, didn't just agree to that but even invited Ribbons over to his residence for some clothes and shelter. Along the way he filled Ribbons on some basic information about the colony, orb, and anything that Ribbons brought up.

'So in summary apparently this alternate dimension still has the earth, albeit quite different.' Ribbons reminded himself as he and Kira made their way through the colony, after Kira gave Ribbons his sweatshirt to cover up the innovade's waist. 'This world uses the CE calender, the so called Cosmic Era, to mark when humanity created artificial homes outside of the earth's crust. Then came the development of genetically altered humans called coordinators, which was spearheaded by a man by the name of George Glenn. I think he and my old man would have some interesting conversations,' Ribbons chuckled at the thought but then thought over the more serious matters, 'it is currently January 5rd, CE71, and it has nearly been a year since the war known as The Bloody Valentine War has started. Caused by natural and coordinator mistrust, a nuked colony, and some anti nuclear devices, this war utterly dwarfs the petty squabbles that my world has endured between the super powers. Nearly the entire planet is fighting against the space colonies, with a few neutral exceptions such as an island based nation called Orb, of which owns the colony I am currently on. Also it appears that mobile suits are currently a coordinator only weapon, giving the space forces, or ZAFT as they are called, a huge edge on the battlefield. They only are stemmed by the sheer number of troops the earth forces, or Earth Alliance, can field. Though I get the feeling it won't be long until naturals get mobile suits, if my old world is anything to go by. I'm going to need more details though to decide my next move.'

Ribbons then looked over to the teenage coordinator, 'I must admit it is surprising that this college student is accommodating for me, a complete stranger. Still, better not turn down some help. This opportunity will allow me to solidify some type of information network to work with since I lack VEDA.'

It was only a short while until the strange pair made it to the Yamato residence, a modest middle class home within the suburbs. Kira apologized to his parents for his late night work along with the bizarre stranger that was with him, and then explained Ribbon's "predicament". The Yamatos looked at the innovade, now a proclaimed coordinator, with some distrust but seemingly bought the story. The father, Haruma, went to get some spare clothes while his wife Caridad showed their new guest to some living quarters. While this was going on, Kira promptly skipped whatever dinner was left and went to hit the sack, clearly exhausted from his day's work.

Ribbons now found himself dressed in a white button up shirt with some plain blue jeans. Not exactly his favorite attire, but it will do for now. However as he was examining himself in the mirror, the most peculiar thing occurred. Behind him he heard the shuffling of feet, and the safety of a handgun getting turned off.

"My my, is this how you treat all visitors Mr. Yamato?" the innovade snidely asked.

Reviews/feedback would be appreciated. Feel free to tell me I'm terrible at this even!