Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed or any of its characters

Gekido Jaegar and other OC's are my original ideas, OC's and OC mechs also appearing are the creations of their credited authors.

This is a story both old and new, to those of you not familiar with my Gundam Seed Purpose story, Gundam Seed Purpose Renew is a rebooted and hopefully refined version of the original story. The original was inspired by my own imagination and the many Seed rewrites I had seen on from the likes of Storm Wolf77415, NukeDawg and Akatsuki Leader13. Like their fic this covers the events of Gundam Seed with the presence of OC's and the changes those OC's can cause the main one being the presence of my OC Gekido Jaeger and the titular Gundam Purpose. These changes include some character fates, the presence of Astray (manga) characters within the main plot.

Fans of the original Gundam Seed Purpose know that there will be major changes, so don't go into this expecting your standard rewrite, the same goes for new followers too, you don't have to have read Gundam Seed Purpose. You just have to know that one of the main pairings is Flay and Kira, Miguel Aiman's role will be expanded as he plays a rivalry role with Gekido and there will be more 'villains' than Patrick Zala, Muruta Azrael and Rau Le Creuscet in the series. The first chapter of the story focuses on establishing some of the major points of Gundam Seed prior the conflict you see in the series, and establishes my OC Gekido Jaeger and his adopted family, as well as the Gundam Purpose.

Gundam Seed Purpose Renew

Chapter 1: Rage of the world

The Cosmic Era, after the birth of George Glenn and humanities growing population demanded a surge of improvement in the worldwide space program people began abandoning the AD calendar, nine years after the Cosmic Era truly began nations were dissolved (though people still referred to specific countries by their original names) and reformed into new powers in the form of the Atlantic Federation, the Eurasian Federation, the Republic of East Asia, the Equatorial Union, the Kingdom of Scandinavia, United States of South America, the African Community, the Oceania Union and the United Emirates of Orb (also called the Orb Union). The United Nations formerly adopted the Cosmic Era calendar and announced a new space development program. Over the next few years, space development became a priority of the new 'Earth Alliance' government, whilst in the shadows scientists within the genetics community secretly carried out the same genetics operation that resulted in the birth of George Glenn. When he began his exploration into deep space, George Glenn told the world that he was not born through natural means. That's when the term 'coordinator' was penned.

Yamato Kuzunagi looked up in wonder at the magnificent display of the museum shuttle, one of the last ships sent to space before the Cosmic Era began. It was a symbol of both the wonders and the dangers of space. For the crashed hunk was deserted when it had been found, none of the bodies of the original crew remained, save for the corrupt files of the ship's artificial intelligence. The thirteen-year-old coordinator looked to his father, whom smiled down at him.

"Humanity's future lies in space Yamato," Hizuren said.

"Really, even with things like…how I was born," Yamato whispered, people's reaction to the existence of coordinators didn't go well, so many were born in secret.

"Especially with how you were born Yamato, the process to make a human child a 'coordinator' was merely a reaction to that future. Tell me Yamato why do you think I made you a coordinator?"

Yamato put a finger to his mouth and delved into a state of deep thinking. When the answer came to him he clicked his fingers together and smiled.

"Because I wouldn't have to naturally adapt to the environment I live in," he said.

"That's exactly it son, a natural's body has to go through a process of adapting to the environment they are in, their weight, bone density, it all becomes a factor in their ability to live in any one environment. Naturals born in space can seem brittle to naturals born on Earth, likewise naturals born under the weight of Earth's gravity will struggle with the weightlessness of space, they have to adapt the same way those born in space must train extensively in an artificial environment so that their bodies are not too weak to survive. Coordinators are genetically enhanced to be the perfect mix of these two, the strength of those born on Earth and the agility and spatial awareness of those born in space," Hiruzen explained like a college lecturer.

"I can live anywhere I want right? Space or Earth?" Yamato asked.

"If you make the money yes, but you won't have to worry about money my boy, and your limits far exceed those of any ordinary person, not just because of genetics but because of how I have raised you and how you spend your time studying. Because it doesn't take modified genes to be the best, that merely gives you a head start, anyone with the right drive can learn, grow stronger and expand their consciousness beyond themselves and beyond the Earth's gravity," Hiruzen smiled as he began walking Yamato towards the exit.

"One day son you will be one of the wisest men in the Earth's sphere, when that day has come, then you will be ready," he said, looking down at his son's excited face. "You will be ready to lead the organisation behind all!"

My father was wrong and right I suppose. Over the next few years I did begin to improve, to learn and grow wise but I don't think I got stronger. There are two types of strength you see, the strength of a fighter and the strength of a builder, both very different things with very different perspectives. As more time went by people began to widely recognise the advantages of genetic manipulation, especially on unborn children. The process to create coordinators, despite its flaws, became widely used and the population of coordinators increased to the millions. During that period two things happened, hatred for coordinators began to increase, because of their seemingly enhanced abilities coordinator children were as hated as children who had been born in space. Secondly, coordinators began making scientific discoveries and began to build things. Two specific coordinator men became the founders of a new nation, the first nation of space colonies.

"Welcome to the first official meeting of the Zodiac Alliance," Yamato bowed his head in respect of his hosts.

Siegel Clyne and Patrick Zala were both men whom deserved that respect. As well as being first generation coordinators they were also radicals in the sense that they had new ways of seeing the world. They saw the potential of space, the colonies and coordinators to improve humanity and to serve as an example of just how far humanity could go if they embraced new ways of thinking. Siegel and Patrick were really the best men suited for creating a nation of space colonies. Patrick was a pragmatist and military mind, but he had the greatest sense of duty and belief in what he was doing for his 'people' as he had begun to call the coordinators. His friend Siegel shared the view of the things coordinators could achieve, though in contrast the blonde was an optimist and probably the only politician Yamato could see as incorruptible.

"The organisation is happy to invest in the 'Plants' scheme," Yamato said.

Already Yamato began to get a feel for what the future would be like. As opposed to carrying out a meeting in an office in a city, the trio and their escorts sat in an office in a shuttle. The walls were chrome yet bright, the table was clear, devoid of needless decoration and the chairs were just the right mix of comfort and formality, level with one another so that the people sitting on them could look each other in the eye. Siegel and Patrick sat on one side, flanked by four like-minded individuals whom shared their view, but lacked the knowledge and pull to be anything more than loyal bodyguards. The two men wore formal uniforms that would serve as the basis for the uniforms of their officials, white shirts, red neckties and blue coats. Yamato on the other hand wore a simple business suit, which seemed old in comparison to what his hosts wore. His two bodyguards were equally as dull dressed.

"Ten colonies, incredible," he laughed, looking at the blue prints of those said colonies, which resembled hourglasses. "And you are going to keep the idea of each colony being responsible for a form of production and research?" he asked.

"Yes, each colony will play a vital role in the society of the Plants and to Earth as well, each colony relies on the other to keep going whilst the results of each facilities research and production will be shared with Earth," Siegel said.

"In theory no single colony will come into conflict with another, because no single colony will have the same vital facilities as another. The Earth Alliance and the threat they represent is another story," Patrick said.

"Threat, goodness Patrick you make it sound like the Plants have military value, I was under the assumption your projects didn't have military applications," Yamato explained.

He said one thing, but his eyes said another. The young man linked his fingers together, resting his chin on the 'pedestal' he had made. His eyes narrowed at the two men with suspicion that was rare to see in him.

"You aren't running military experiments right?" he asked.

"We are a demilitarised state, the colonies have already begun to debate the election of officials to represent each city. The Earth Alliance demanded that governors be appointed, Siegel and I refused under the grounds that this project was supposed to encourage the formation of a nation independent of Earth," Patrick explained.

"We've heard whispers of what happened to the Side colonies, and whilst we greatly appreciate the organisation's efforts in supporting us we don't want to isolate ourselves from Earth like the Jupiter and Mars colonies have," Siegel added.

"I see, you want future generations to be able to see the Earth without a telescope," Yamato said.

"Yes, so we came to a compromise, the Plants would have autonomy, independence but can not produce or grow their own food, we must import from Earth," Patrick's eyes narrowed in fury.

That was one thing Yamato didn't like about Patrick, there was an anger in that man that though may have been righteous, could also be devastating.

"A good compromise, but that isn't stopping people from sabotaging the Plants or striking coordinators still on Earth is it?" Yamato asked.

"No it hasn't," Patrick growled.

"Cooler heads will prevail Patrick, we just have to keep taking the high ground," Siegel said.

"And leave yourselves vulnerable? No offence to your intellect Siegel but being prepared for the worst is a basic part of running a nation, why do you think the organisation considers its investments in its other colonies to be so successful?" Yamato asked.

"Because they have more independence than they realise," Patrick said.

"Which they have gained because they are in the process of gaining the strength necessary to protect themselves," Yamato said.

He leant across the table, smiling as he looked between the two men, one a man of peace, the other a man of order and duty.

"What would you say if I told you I could provide the Plants with…a trump card, if ever the Alliance threatens the Plants this trump card could be deployed to turn the tide," the young man then leant back and looked up at the ceiling, as if looking into deep space itself. "One sword keeps another in the sheath' Raiden of Metal Gear," Yamato grinned, even as the two men looked at him with lost expressions, "Although George Herbert used the quote first, its basic meaning is that a weapon, the threat of violence can be a deterrent. You are scared of the Earth Alliance because they have the ability to kill you, repay that fear and gain a sword that keeps theirs in the sheath."

"You are suggesting we build an army, or hire one, what is the organisation exactly Mr Kuzunagi, a group of opportunists or a private military company?" Siegel asked.

"We prefer the term private security providers Representative Clyne, and we won't be paid for it, we're merely providing an idea that the people of the Plants can perfect," Yamato removed a folder from his coat and slid it across the table.

Both men looked at the folder curiously and saw what Yamato had been suggesting. They were basic blue prints of a mobile frame; bigger than a tank and capable of traversing zero gravity environments and Earth environments. The name of the file was 'mobile suit'.

Not the version you're used to right. History books don't describe the means or the emotions behind the big events. I continued to lead the organisation as we watched and sometimes influenced worldwide (though I suppose the term galactic wide could now be used) events. Three years after my meeting with those two great men, a young man jealous of coordinators assassinated George Glenn. At the same time Siegel and Patrick succeeded in the formation of a Plants Supreme council, consisting of members from each of the Plants. It was during this time that I investigated another investment of the organisation. The Mendel colony became the site of my next visit.

There was an unusual fury in Yamato's step as he walked through the Mendel facility. He came to a stop outside the observation chamber of one of the labs. Waiting there was a young woman, nineteen years old and she was already part of one of the biggest, yet most clandestine projects of the Earth sphere. The black haired girl turned and smiled at Yamato as he approached.

"Yamato, its wonderful to see you again, Ulen just told me that the incubation is a success, thank god…I don't think Via could've handled losing another one," Sheryl Mercis was one of the best women Yamato knew.

She had a beauty, a youth that seemed eternal and was both intelligent and independent. Yamato had gotten to know her over the course of the 'Ultimate Coordinator' project. He knew her family, some of her closest bonds such as her friendship with the head scientists wife Via, and even her brief relationship with one of the security staff. The difference between Yamato and any other member of the organisation was that the bonds he formed weren't just for show.

Sheryl, Cain, Via, Ulen, I formed friendships with every staff and civilian that was part of the project. The plan to improve the process with which coordinators were created. You see there was a genetic flaw with the coordinators, third, sometimes fourth generation (if a third generation was lucky) coordinators would be sterile. Some people believed coordinators were the future, sterility doesn't paint a good picture and the flaw was carried by the first generation, each generation would have more difficulty in getting children than the other until eventually it became impossible. I thought we were trying to solve that problem. Our first 'subject' was a failure in Ulen Hibiki's eyes. But seeing the value of the boy I arranged for him to be taken in by the Earth Alliance. It still haunts me to this day.

"They're beautiful," Yamato said, smiling as he watched Via cradling her children.

Her pregnancy had gone by without any complications. She had delivered one twin naturally, whilst the other had been placed within an artificial womb, making him a coordinator. Ulen stood with Yamato, far away from Via and Sheryl. The smile on his face was not that of a proud father, but a successful scientist.

"Sheryl is beginning to be a problem," Ulen said.

"You control how your children are born, so you now wish to control how your wife lives, be a man for once Ulen and show affection for those two children, they truly are beautiful," Yamato repeated his sentence from earlier.

In truth he envied Ulen, the man had the privilege of being a father. He had a girlfriend, but his duties with the organisation always took him away from a commitment. Looking at the twin children, and the look of absolute love on their mother's face, Yamato knew that he would never be a better scientist than Ulen Hibiki. But he would be a better man, if he were to ever have children he would see them as more than just a legacy. Ulen leant over Yamato's shoulder and whispered something that caused him to widen his eyes in shock.

"I have my success, tell the organisation I've already begun work on the next subject, they'll have their new leader by the end of the month!"

The organisation picks their leaders young; I knew eventually I would be replaced. But at the time I suspected it would be Gilbert Durandal, or the 'manufactured' child of Alda La Flaga. The Ultimate Coordinator project wasn't just to fix the genetic problem present in all coordinators, but to create a coordinator with a greater potential than any that had come before. I accepted it, because I knew my role as leader wouldn't be forever, I didn't wish it to be forever. Over the following years choice after choice was made, and I had to live with consequence after consequence.

The Mendel colony was burning, most of its surface may have been intact but the inhabitants of the colony had either been evacuated or were dead because of the 'industrial accident'. A young man walked through the corridors of the project facility. Blood had half covered his grey hair and his left eye. He turned a corner, finding several scientists wounded by burns. The explosions he triggered hadn't been enough. He knelt by one of the scientists and covered his mouth with his hand. The already weak man struggled under his grip, his feet thrashing around whilst his murderer remained stoic.

"Wait, please help us," one of the other scientists said.

"If you want help I'll get to you in a minute," the man said.

When the man stopped thrashing around he moved onto the next. Once the witnesses were dead the young man moved to one of the lab areas. Research notes and equipment had been scattered about the place. No investigation would be carried out into the place anyway so he began pouring oil across the lab. He stopped when he came to the head scientist's desk. A picture frame had just been left there, nothing, not even a picture of his family was important enough to Ulen Hibiki. The young man's gloved hands squeezed the frame in anger, so hard that the frame broke.

Anger, that is ultimately what began to consume humanity, anger over what people had, and what was lost.

"I agreed to destroy the lab and the data, you never told me however that there were civilians present," the young man snarled at his employers.

The men hid in the shadows, he could see however that one of them had bright blonde hair.

"You've done exceptionally well, I'm sorry the job wasn't to your liking," he said.

"Don't fuck with me Murata Azrael, your whole talk of pure blue world is bullshit, I wonder what the rest of the world will think if they find out you wanted to keep the Mendel data for yourself," the young man continued looking at Azrael, pure hatred in his eyes.

"You are a simple mercenary, who do you think the world will favour? Only the pure are valued in this world," Azrael stepped out of the shadows, revealing the sickeningly smirk of his.

The mercenary dropped his stance of hatred and turned away. It was not that he agreed with Azrael, he simply couldn't stomach listening to the man anymore.

Rage, it is my belief that love is the most powerful emotion we humans can feel. Anger however, hatred, defiance, these things stemmed from rage are perhaps what come close to matching love. If someone does not know love then the rage consumes them.

"I told you everything I can, just get to Orb, blue cosmos at least wont go near there!"

The mercenary stood at a taxi stop, a cap partially concealing his face. He held a phone to his ear, waiting for the next taxi to arrive. His contact, the recipient of his warnings sat within the comfort of an office as rain began to batter down on the streets. Yamato was far way from civilisation, at his house in the country. In contrast to the mercenary he was sitting in the sun. He noticed his girlfriend approaching and quickly hid her gift under the paper.

"I already made my intentions to the organisation clear, they were eager to see me go so there's no threat from them, I don't know why you decided to warn me," Yamato explained.

"Business dear?" the dark haired woman asked.

"Yes, I'll be with you soon honey," Yamato smiled as the woman walked away.

"I'm warning you Mr Kuzunagi because if Blue Cosmos ever found out about the two kids they wouldn't rest, regardless of Orb's neutrality, until both of them are dead," the mercenary explained.

"What would you have me do?" Yamato asked.

"Separate them, have them raised in two completely different worlds under the belief that the people raising them are their biological parents. It seems cold but doing this puts them off of the radar of not just Blue cosmos but the organisation too, they already know they exist because of you, but what they don't know is what became of the children. I'll be heading over to Orb soon too, just to make sure you've done your part."

"They're brother and sister, you cant order me to…"

"I'm making recommendations here Kuzunagi, if you haven't done as I recommended then its their lives you've put on the line, my nice guy attitude ends with a warning, neither you nor I are qualified to raise children so find people who are," the mercenary snarled, his patience running thin.

"You're wrong about me Dokuganryu," Yamato shot back.

"Don't ever call me by that name!"

"I want a family, a life, I never killed anyone in my life unlike you."

"You really think a bloodless life is the best life, the pure life? Muruta Azrael thinks so, he hasn't killed anyone before but he's done worse."

"I've never even ordered people's deaths."

"That doesn't absolve you of responsibility, they killed people behind your backs, you were a pawn to them as they created their ultimate leader…but it doesn't matter, the fact is you're a good man either way Yamato, which is why you cant stand looking at those kids like me," the mercenary explained.

"I could have stopped Mendel from happening, I could have stopped you, stopped the organisation," Yamato sighed, lowering his head in guilt.

"Do the right thing Yamato, protect those children no matter what it takes."

The mercenary disconnected the line and looked down the streets. It was frighteningly quiet, as if the streets had been cleared out. He realised the people after him were capable of such a thing and lately his mind had been on things other than survival. The mercenary huffed in disgust, he loathed himself sometimes, just as much as he loathed the world.

BLAM!

I never heard from the mercenary again after that. But I did as he suggested and I hated myself for it. Two siblings would grow up never knowing that the other existed. I hated myself but I also hated the world, for it was the world that didn't allow these two beautiful beings to share a life, as a family. Hatred without love can destroy you!

"It's done Azrael!"

"Well done Cain, it's too bad really, he was a mercenary, we could've kept using him through our shell companies," the Blue Cosmos leader sighed.

"With all due respect sir I think we shouldn't be relying on mercenaries anymore, it'll only be a matter of time before we have control of every major power in the world, once that has been achieved no one will dare to question us, because we will be the ones in charge," Cain explained.

"You're not even a full member of Blue Cosmos or Logos Cain, but I suppose this has earned you something along the lines of a raise, a new position perhaps?"

"More money, useless to me really, I just want assurances that everything we do will restore order to the Earth," Cain said.

"Of course, get back to the warehouse and we'll continue our discussion, as well as our next move, there are some ideas I have concerning those troublesome Plants," Azrael smirked as he put the phone down.

Cain cut the line at the same time, putting his phone on the rack near his radio. He looked through the glass on the roof of his car, at the sky, picturing those hourglass shaped colonies. The coordinators were patch workers to him and the people of Earth. If the Plants would not be controlled by the Alliance then they would be destroyed.

"A nation of coordinators wouldn't work anyway," he said as he started the engine.

His eyes looked at the path in front of him, a future he had made with his own hands.

"What the…" he narrowed his eyes at the figure on the road.

Cain Euthanas let out a yell of agony as the cinderblock crashed through his window, slamming into his chest. He felt his ribs shatter, his teeth sprayed out of his mouth and the glass pricked at his face. The young man looked up and widened his eyes, feeling complete and utter fear, a fear that he thought he wouldn't feel since leaving his childhood behind. What he looked up at had the form of a man, and its shoulder bled like any man, but it's face, its eyes were darkened and Cain swore he saw a feral slit like the eye of a beast. His target was alive, standing on the hood of the car, snarling at him.

"CAIN!"

Love quelled my hatred, I married the woman I loved and watched the world go by. Hatred seemed to consume the world. Two sides, natural and coordinator committed atrocity after atrocity against one another. It was a cold war of espionage, hatred and political games, riots began on Earth whilst the people of the Plants lived in comfort. I however chose to stay on Earth even with the birth of my children, watching the conflicts begin from the comfort of Orb. The true war began with the greatest of atrocities, one I naively believed people would never be capable of. The idea of nuclear war has been ridiculous to some, who would be foolish enough to fire nukes at another nation? But when the nations are in space you don't face the dangers of it, the devastation of a nuke without the fall out. In response to attacks believed to be carried out by coordinators, the Atlantic Federation launched an unprovoked attack on the Plants. Both forces were evenly matched, despite ZAFT utilising the first mobile suit, the GINNs. One nuclear missile however served as the spark for a conflict that would consume the planet.

Much to the world's horror, Junius Seven had been destroyed; its wreckage became part of the Earth's debris belt, along with the bodies of the thousands upon thousands of victims that day. ZAFT's outrage was as immediate as its response, a call to arms went out across the Plants, at this point peace was not an option. Realising that they would never win against the Earth Alliance's nuclear stockpile, ZAFT released the weapons they had built besides the mobile suits. N-Jammers they were called, launched at and buried deep within the Earth the N-Jammers released waves that crippled all form of nuclear power. Overnight nations went into decline, but that only furthered Earth's anger. The call to arms spread across the nations, the Earth Alliance became united in a single cause to eliminate the threat ZAFT represented. What became known as the Bloody Valentine war had begun. It's cosmic era 71, and the war is still going on with ZAFT getting advantage after advantage. The Earth Alliance needed a weapon to tip the war, and a new weapon was needed to keep both sides from going too far.

"GAT-X102 Duel, GAT-X103 Buster, GAT-X303 Aegis, GAT-X207 Blitz, GAT-X105 Strike, the first mobile suits of the Earth Alliance, built through joint cooperation with Orb in Orb territory, the Heliopolis colony!"

Rau Le Creuset was an elite commander of ZAFT, so he commanded the elite. The young pilots sitting in the briefing room all wore the uniforms of red pilots, save for three others. The five he was counting on for the operation were 'red coats', top of their classes at academy but very little experience. They were also the children of Plant's Supreme council members, though Rau had very little interest in protecting the children of VIP's. Despite that his mouth had a disturbing comfort to it, it was very rare to see the man angry or outraged. That and the fact that Le Creuset wore a mask should disturb most people. But Rau was a good strategist and a charismatic man; he always treated his soldiers fairly. He wouldn't have decided the roster for the mission if he didn't believe they were qualified.

"Two units are being held at the Morgenroutte factory deep within Heliopolis, the other three will be transferred from the space port to another facility, disguised as regular cargo," Rau explained.

"Wow, just look at those machines, you can tell they're different from GINN's," Nichol said.

Nichol Amalfi was an earnest young man, the green haired boy was the youngest of the team and perhaps the most patient and reasonable, making him an ideal pilot for the Blitz and its stealth equipment. One might say that about the pilot sat next to him, Athrun Zala was the son of the defence committee chairman, but you couldn't see that from looking at him. Athrun had blue hair and green eyes, features commonly seen in his mother. He was only sixteen like the other pilots so it was probably likely he would look more like Patrick Zala when he got older. Out of all the pilots Rau considered Athrun to be the best, which was why he was most suited for the complicated weaponry and transforming capabilities of the Aegis. But in contrast to Nichol, there was an anger in Athrun, buried within his calm demeanour. The Aegis was primarily a close range unit, and anger was good at close range.

"Yeah, you could tell they're inferior," a silver haired boy smirked.

Yzak Joule could be considered Nichol's opposite. He was arrogant, prideful, impatient and ill tempered, which got in the way of his skill most of the time. When he didn't give in to those qualities he was a good pilot. Rau had assigned the capture of the Duel to him, the Duel was a mid to close range speciality suit.

"I don't know Yzak, all the weaponry they have, they've scaled down the beam weaponry," Yzak's best friend Dearka spoke from the seat next to him.

Dearka Elsman was a dark skinned, blonde haired boy and despite being close friends with Yzak didn't have a lot in common with him. True he was arrogant, but he also coupled that confidence with a sense of logic and patience that Yzak didn't have. That patience probably made him ideal for using the artillery type suit Blitz.

"What about the colony itself, it's full of civilians and Orb is a neutral colony," the red haired pilot next to Athrun said.

"Their neutrality has already been broken, they've sided with the Earth Alliance," Yzak said.

"I suppose you're right, but those civilians didn't have any say in the matter."

"Rusty's right," one of the green coat pilots said.

Yzak remained quiet at the green coat's response. The blonde haired man was their senior by two years and despite not graduating a red coat had proven himself to be a considerably skilled pilot. Miguel Aiman was in some circles named the magic bullet of dusk. He had a reckless and overzealous attitude however, yet still commanded respect amongst the junior pilots.

"I agree with Miguel and Rusty, its likely that the lion doesn't have full control of his government, that someone within the Orb parliament was carrying out an unsanctioned operation, or perhaps Athha is simply using the Alliance, its safe to say that both parties gain something out of this arrangement," Rau explained.

"But now they wont gain anything right commander?" Dearka asked.

"Indeed," Rau nodded his head before bringing up blue prints on the colony. "There are entry points here, here and here," he highlighted the regions the Earth Alliance ships were likely to be hid in, as well as the Vesalius's path of approach. "Other than the mobile suits I do believe that the Earth Alliance is carrying out some kind of research into enhanced battleships, but commander Thanos and I have agreed that our priority should be securing or destroying the mobile suits. The enemy has but a single ship ill-equipped for space combat as well as a small collection of mobile armours, mostly Mistrals repurposed for combat, there was a mercenary company there but they're apparently leaving. Dearka, Nichol and Yzak, you three will focus on intercepting the Buster, Blitz and Duel, whilst Rusty and Athrun will infiltrate the main facility and recover the Aegis and Strike." The masked man then bought up maps of the colony's interior, "These are areas we would hope to avoid, Commander Thanos believes the time difference between our attacks on the outer forces and the security teams will be enough time for the civilians in the surrounding area to get to shelters."

"Commander Thanos? We're working with the Black Storm?" Rusty asked.

"Yes, you see the data has come from a member of his unit whom has been in deep cover in the colony. He wanted us to investigate this area just a few miles away from the Morgenroutte facility," Rau pointed to the region, causing Miguel to narrow his eyes slightly.

"It's a repair facility for public transport trams," he said.

"Or so Heliopolis's citizens have been led to believe, his information was vague but I do trust in his judgement, if there is a threat there then it would be safe to eliminate it," Rau explained.

"Are Thanos and his elites taking to the field themselves?" Yzak asked.

"No, in fact his team are at the Plants, Thanos has cleared out his ship so that we can fit the new machines in there if need be, he's bought a collection of troops and GINNs we can use to assault the colony should our initial plan fail."

"Attacking a colony, then again the naturals have done something foolish again," Rusty sighed.

"That's right, whatever happens has been bought on themselves," Yzak huffed as the briefing reached its end.

A year into the war and still there's no end in sight, yet there is still the hope of an end where both 'species' exist. What could possibly end a war in which both groups are determined to hate one another, someone who can teach them to embrace something besides hate, or someone who won't even discourage that hate.

He let out short and hard breaths, not out of fear but impatience. For though mock battles was a part of his job that got his heart pumping more than simple test flights, it still didn't make him feel truly alive. As the launch catapult opened and a heavily customised jet was loaded onto the flight deck, the light that shined through the cockpit illuminated the pilot. His face remained hidden by the dark purple visor of his helmet. His flight suit was orange in colour but had silver plated pads, black material running from the elbow to the gloves, a pair of brown metallic cuffs around his wrists and a black kabuto like styled ornament on the forehead of the helmet made him different from other test pilots whom wore the standard Orb flight suits. He was a private contractor, which was evident in the way he had been treated beforehand.

"Those mobile suits cost more than this job pilot, if you damage them we'll dock some of the pay," the captain of the cargo ship said.

The pilot huffed before pushing his sticks forward.

"Einfuhrung," the pilot spoke the German word for launch, as his jet slid off of the launch catapult.

He performed a few spins, moving into the debris field his targets had taken position in. The nimble fighter had multiple thrusters across its wings, enabling it to function more like a harrier. His eyes darted around, spotting the colours of his targets. Well-trained recruits were piloting the Duel, Blitz and Buster fresh out of camp, so they hadn't gotten used to a Moebius or other form of mobile armour. Their training had been completely dedicated to piloting those special suits. But it wasn't enough.

"KACHINONAI!" he yelled.

He said they were worthless, not the machines but the pilots. The black and red jet crashed through the rocks like a bullet, bashing the Duel towards the Blitz. Both machines collided as the jet swung around, releasing a flurry of missiles. All three machines were hit, throwing the pilots off balance. The test pilot then followed up with three blasts from the rail gun attached to the belly of the jet. The three shots didn't connect, instead hitting the rocks near the G-weapons, pelting them with fragments.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? This is supposed to be a mock battle," one of the pilots snarled.

"I've done my job, you idiots aren't ready, you can't control those machines to the best of their abilities they're wasted on you," the pilot huffed before he turned his jet around.

He engaged the vernier thrusters and took off at a pace faster than the mobile suits could keep up. The captain snarled in fury as the pilots were bought back to the ship. His anger was nothing compared to that of the test pilot, the mercenary whose time had been wasted. The young man continued his flight back to Heliopolis. A light began flashing on the small screen below his display. He pushed a button and the screen lit up, revealing a man in his late forties, his hair was faded, save for a small Mohawk style on the top of his head.

"Jaeger, I just got off the phone with that Alliance officer, what the hell are you doing backing out of the job?" the man asked.

"I didn't back out of the job Biggs I finished it, those pilots didn't have any fight in them, their G-Weapon project was a joke," the young man explained.

"Gekido, you can't just turn your back on a job like that, true their project may be a joke, true their pilots might not be ready but up until now they were pleased with the rate the project was going at and our contributions, you know why, because we didn't tell them just how shit that OS they're using is," Biggs explained.

"Did you tell them not to use computers to assist them?" Gekido asked.

"No, because I know my boundaries, we're the hired help…the hell with this we'll carry on this conversation back at the colony, commence docking procedures," Biggs shut down the line and turned to some of his lieutenants.

"I knew we should have just left him with Morgenroutte, you've only be so soft on him because Yamato recommended him to us," one of the men said.

"I haven't been soft on him, he's a good pilot with valid points at times, just get the Ardjet back and then I'll talk to him, you probably won't have to worry about him any longer anyway," Biggs sighed as he began walking towards the hanger.

The Sensou private security provider had reserved its own hanger for its collection of customised jets. Modified to operate in space, though not as sturdy as mobile armours they were twice as fast, enabling skilled pilots to dodge the bulky weapons of mobile suits. The Ardjet of Gekido, customised with black and red colours landed in the hanger. Gekido opened the cockpit and jumped out of the machine, floating to the space Biggs had taken as his office. He removed his helmet as he approached, revealing his rugged face and wild grey hair. His eyes were a blue colour and his brow formed what some called a permanent frown. The young man landed in the middle of a circle of boxes. Biggs had set one of the boxes up as a makeshift desk, or perhaps the more appropriate term was throne. The man's age showed from the grey spots on his hair, and the scars and breaks on his skin showed his status as a veteran fighter. Biggs's real name was Samuel Briggs and he had at one point in his life been part of the Atlantic Federation's military. After his retirement he put together a mercenary company, or 'private security provider' as he preferred.

Gekido knew why Biggs was in a particularly bad mood. Heliopolis was cutting their security contract; Sensou was effectively being driven out of the colony. His insistence on doing the test-piloting job in a manner that pleased the EA officials had partly been right. Biggs had basically been conning them, making the Alliance think that their weapons would tip the balance of power in the war. Gekido however didn't like leaving jobs half complete, he didn't approve of lying to customers or even lying in general. Despite the trouble Gekido often caused however, Biggs could see the good in him, he was honest to a fault and lost, without any real direction. The older man brushed his hands together as he leant forward.

"What's the first thing you remember?" he asked.

I found him in Orb, sitting on the side of the road, bruised, battered and as thin as a stick. He seemed weighed down by gravity however and completely unaware of what he was. But as I watched I began to get a good idea of who he was at least.

"What do we have here?"

The ragged boy didn't look up; if he did he would have seen a purple haired man looking down at him. His clothing spoke of his noble upbringing, and his look of disdain spoke of how little he valued his fellow man. Yamato looked away from Yuna Roma Seiran, the heir of the esteemed family. He stopped however and looked at his daughter Kisagi, the eleven-year-old girl slipped out of his reach and ran over to the ragged boy. She took off her jacket and draped it over his shoulders. Yuna looked at the girl with a raised eyebrow.

"Why bother giving such a good jacket to a dog?" he asked.

"He's not a dog he's a person, someone entitled to the same rights as anyone else," Kisagi brushed the dust off of the boy's shoulders and began reaching into her bag.

"Don't feed it stupid girl, you'll never teach it the value of hard work," Yuna said.

"What did you graduate in Mr Seiran? Conniving or arrogance?" Kisagi asked, with the most innocent expression a girl her age could get. "I doubt either involve hard work."

Ha, she got that one from her mother, too bad she thought she was serious. Or maybe she had been serious.

"Conniving, why you little…whose family is in line to serve as part of the parliament?" Yuna asked.

"Whose family actually does something for the people? Or is liked by the people? Although we don't get songs sung about us, how did your yours go? 'We hate the Seirans, we hate the Seirans, they're snakes, they're leeches, they'll rob you blind and stab you in the back, if you want a fair fight, or good deal, you won't get it from them, dread the day they come to power cause Orb will be fucked!"

The song she did get from my wife, by complete accident of course.

Yuna grit his teeth together and grabbed the girl by her shoulder. Kisagi let out a yelp of pain as the man pulled her away from her charge.

"Let go of me," she said, kicking Yuna's shin.

A look of pure fury crossed Yuna's face as he pulled his arm back.

"You little bitch," he snarled.

The blow never came however, much to Yuna's confusion. He then thought about who was behind him and turned his head slowly, his look of anger shifting into one of fear. The boy he called dog was staring at him with rage burning in his eyes. Suddenly, the boy slammed his head into Yuna's nose, perfectly executing an attack that broke the Seiran's nose but left his skull intact. Yuna fell to the floor, as did the young man.

"My god, my god, he's some kind of freak," tears were running down Yuna's eyes as he crawled away.

"I don't see a freak," Yamato said, walking over to check both his daughter and her protector.

"Yamato, just how long were you standing there?" Yuna asked nervously.

"Long enough to know you had every intention of hitting my daughter, but I'm sure we can put this behind us, as in you not telling the authorities or your father, because I'll have to tell the authorities that you tried to hit my daughter, and of course I'll have to tell my wife too," the man explained, smiling casually.

A look of terror crossed Yuna's face as he got off the floor.

"This isn't over," he snarled before running away.

We took the boy home with us, of course we did digging before we decided to keep him. He wasn't on any database, and his genetics test, it came back unconfirmed. Even the finest geneticists in the world couldn't figure out what the boy was, natural or coordinator? His hair was a natural grey colour, probably a genetic defect and he looked like someone born in space but hadn't gone through the conditioning necessary to develop muscles. And when he finally started talking we saw that he spoke English, German and a little Japanese. He knew the names of things, had a text book knowledge and understanding of human history and an anger of it. Why did the world change yet not change? He was lost in not just his identity but his spirit as well. He didn't know what to care for but by instinct he protected my daughter, that told me that he was capable of caring for someone other than himself. So I took him in, welcomed him as a son, fed him, pointed him in the direction of trainers and jobs. In time he became as strong as any coordinator and had begun proving his exceptional understanding of mechanics. We called him Gekido for rage, Jaeger for hunter, a form of irony really because of his lack of patience.

"My life is like a carefully erased book, I know some things, the name of objects and what they do, countries, history. But anything regarding a real life? Sometimes I have flashes of a person's life, a person whom had lived such a sad life but was happy for it. I wonder whether the memories are mine, or whether I even have memories to call my own," Gekido sighed and then slammed his fist into the ground. "I hate talking about stuff like this."

"I know, but maybe what you really want isn't here with some mercenary company Gekido, maybe it's out there or wherever your new family will go next," Biggs explained.

"Don't try to psycho analyse it Biggs, I'm an amnesiac not crazy," Gekido said.

"Evidence to the contrary, but my point is Gekido that no matter how happy or unhappy you are about it you still need to find out, because it's always going to be hanging over you, these flashes you get won't go away until you find out exactly who you are," the veteran stood up and reached into his pocket, removing a simple black leather book.

"What's this?" Gekido asked.

"You don't like talking about it so why don't you write about it, write your thoughts down, keep a diary, whichever one makes you feel better, or do it just in case," Biggs explained.

"Just in case what?"

"In case you lose the memories you're getting, in case you forget your best friend Kyusai and your lover Katrina," Biggs smirked as Gekido turned his head away.

"I'll never forget Kyusai, but who says it's important to remember Katrina?" the young man asked.

"You should never forget first loves kid, as of this moment kid you're fired, Yamato can probably point you in the direction of another job, I heard Orb was working on a mobile suit project maybe they could give you a test pilot job," Biggs explained.

"I hate Orb, besides I don't want to push a machine on a flight deck, I want to push it in the battlefield, I want to face my enemy and decide my fate," Gekido squeezed his hand into a fist.

"If it's a fight you want you could either head to the Plants and join ZAFT or join up with the Alliance, either way you'll be getting into the war, there's just one problem I have with your attitude, you've got a shot at a peaceful life why don't you take it?" Biggs asked.

"You could ask me that, but since I'm not an employee anymore I don't have any obligation to answer that," Gekido said as he began walking away. "And Biggs, thanks for the doodle pad," he smirked as Biggs sighed.

Gekido quickly walked to the locker room and began changing out of his flight suit. He stuffed the suit into his duffel bag, intending to take it with him as a parting gift. Then he began putting on his regular clothes, brown cargo trousers, a grey muscle shirt and a brown jacket with fur around the collar. He slammed the locker shut and pulled the duffel bag onto his shoulder.

"It's not like you had anything keeping you here," he muttered to himself.

He began walking away from the hanger, towards his bike parked outside of the building. Curiosity and need caused him to look into his bag and withdraw some of the only photos that had been taken of him (besides his ID photos). In both pictures he held the same pose, seeming to not want to be there, hands in his pockets and frown set. One was the picture of his 'family' the people who had taken him in. Running his hands through his hair was Yamato Kuzunagi, his adopted father; alongside him was Yisaka Kuzunagi, Yamato's wife and a very successful businesswoman. Then there were their children, Gekido's younger 'siblings', Kisagi at thirteen and Tachi at fifteen. Both physically took after their mother, but had inherited their father's keen mind. Though they already had the supposed advantage of being coordinators the pair were prodigy's in engineering, both had a bright future ahead of them, they were already at Heliopolis's technical college studying in the same group, a group that consisted of sixteen year olds.

"Can't just leave behind family, or friends," Gekido said as he looked at his second photo.

He was in a photo with a few of his friends from Sensou. One of those friends stood out in particular, he had his arm draped over Gekido's shoulder. Kyusai Deckard was an engineer and a coordinator too. He had dark green hair, red eyes and lightly tanned skin. He had also been a very good friend to Gekido, though he'd never admit it himself.

"But you can't just stay still either," he said, lowering his head as he put the photos back in his bag. 'You'll never find out who, or what you really are,' his final thoughts before he climbed onto his bike were of his true desires, those he kept to himself.

One could pretend not to be bothered by their troubles, like their lack of an identity or memories but these were important things. If half of a person's life was missing it was natural for them to want that part back no matter how bad it could be. Gekido was such a person, but he was also someone who lived in the moment, at that moment he had bonds, bonds he was considering walking away from.

A young man driven by his anger and his need to find out who he really is. He may be a focus of this story, but his tale is not the only one being told, everyone's story is important, from the most important figures to the seemingly least important.

"You are cleared for launch."

"Miguel Aiman, GINN taking off."

Miguel braced himself as the G-forces pushed him deeper into his chair. He was a rarity amongst the GINNs flying out of the Vesalius. Whilst the others had green armour, Miguel's GINN, the Defrock was painted orange. Miguel looked towards Thanos's personal ship the Argos, it had been painted black just like all of the GINNs flying out of it. Other GINNs carried wires, being held by combat teams all dressed in flight suits. Oddly enough Le Creuscet had also launched in his white CGUE. He held the standard issue ZAFT recoilless rifle and looked at the Earth Alliance battleship with interest.

"If any of you needed any more proof of the Alliances involvement there it is, Mr Thanos will you do the honours?" the masked man asked.

Inside the Argos a red haired man sat at the captain's chair. He wore the white commander uniform of ZAFT, but it was a darker shade than Rau's. The man raised his hand and pointed towards the colony.

"All forces commence the attack, eliminate the enemies outside then secure the machines and all relevant data, I want a clean assault people in and out with limited civilian casualties," the red haired man spoke orders he expected all of his troops to obey.

Members of the black storm unit did so, Dagger Thanos however didn't have high expectations of Rau's inexperienced unit maintaining professionalism The Argos fired its main gun, sending an emerald beam flying straight into the Earth Alliance vessel.

"It begins," Rau smiled.

He swooped downwards, shooting any Mistrals that flew out of the damaged ship. The Mistrals were mobile armour units typically used for ship maintenance. Even though they had been retrofitted with weapons they were no match for the GINNs. The green mobile suits fired their rifles, pelting the tiny machines and breaking them apart. Miguel looked back at the battle as he opened one of the colony's access hatches.

"Not exactly a fair fight, then again who said war was fair?" Miguel sighed, ushering the ZAFT infiltration forces into the colony, before he too followed them inside.

Rau sliced a Mistral in half and widened his eyes, feeling an odd sensation in his head. He smirked as several blasts hit his escorts, blowing the GINNs to pieces. gun barrels attached to wires had surrounded Rau and a linear bolt flew towards him. The CGUE flipped over the blast and dodged the shots fired by the gun barrels.

"So it is you, Mu La Flaga," the masked man smiled before he flew forward.

His nemesis piloted an orange Moebius Zero, one of the last of its kind. The pilot of the machine, dressed in a purple flight suit narrowed his eyes at the CGUE as he felt an identical sensation to what Rau felt.

"Rau Le Creuscet," Mu La Flaga snarled as he and his rival clashed.

A generation lived in ignorance of the war, always watching it through the eyes of a computer screen. Kira Yamato and his friends were no different, not even Cagalli Yula Athha, suspicious of what was going on at Heliopolis was completely immune to the soul crushing effects of the conflict. Hope and innocence can suffer in such an environment.

"Father I KNEW YOU WOULD BETRAY US ALL!"

Even friendship can face trials that threaten to break them.

"Athrun!"

"K-Kira!"

But sometimes, war will bring out the best in people. They will bring out something no one thought they were capable of.

"YAMATO!" Gekido yelled as he ran into the Kuzunagi residence.

He ran into each room, searching for his adopted family. When he saw that they weren't there he began calling them on his mobile.

"Pick up you son of a bitch," the youth snarled.

He let out a sigh of relief as someone came through.

"Gekido are you all right?" Yamato's concern was immediately on his adopted son.

"Forget about me what about you and the kids?" Gekido asked.

"We're at the technical college," Yamato said.

"Are you kidding? The fighting is worse over there, damn it I told you all to leave the colony, I didn't break my confidentiality agreement just for kicks you know," Gekido said.

He looked in the direction of the technical college. The fighting was particularly bad there. He could see GINNs shooting at artillery trucks, followed by grey machines of some kind fleeing the battle. Gekido's hands shook in anger as fire clouds rose from the buildings in the distance.

"Damn them," he growled. "The Alliance, ZAFT, these people are dying BECAUSE OF THEM!" he yelled.

"Gekido," Yamato whispered.

"Is that big brother, GEKIDO GET TO SAFETY NOW!" Tachi yelled into the phone.

Yamato kept his younger son walking down the stairs. He bit his lip as he considered his options.

"Gekido...get to my office, the results of all my work is there, please save it," he said.

The grey haired boy looked at the phone in anger. He hung up on his father and began walking to his bike. There was a brief moment when he considered getting to a shelter, then he remembered how important Yamato's research was. His primary field was renewable sources of energy, and there were some things Gekido cared about more than his own life.

"Damn it, should not be risking your life for this," he snarled as he started the engine.

He drove in a direction he knew a shelter would be. But then he swerved, performing a 180 turn and going in the opposite direction, to the facility Yamato went to every day for work.

"And there you go risking your life, DAMN IDIOT!" Gekido yelled at himself.

Sadly conflict can be what advances humanity more than peace. Peace can bring out the worst in people, whilst war brings out the best. Funny isn't it, that the worst thing in humanity can actually do some good, surgery, nuclear power, transport, Gundam!

Gekido narrowed his eyes as he approached the facility. There artillery trucks were engaging a squadron of GINNs, led by an orange GINN. Some of the security teams had gotten lucky and managed to bring a GINN or two down, but the trucks were ultimately squashed by the orange GINN. Gekido's focus was then drawn to the ZAFT commandoes firing on security forces, led by of all people Biggs.

"WE CAN LET THEM GET THROUGH!" the mercenary yelled, firing his rifle into the ZAFT forces.

Gekido let out a yell as he tipped his bike, causing it to slide across the floor, tripping a few of the ZAFT soldiers up. He then rushed at the two that didn't fall, grabbing on by his arm and kneeing him in the cut. Gekido grabbed the man's neck and used him as a human shield, blocking the shots fired by the other soldier. Then he grabbed the dead man and threw him at the shooter, using the body as a distraction to get in close. He kneed the man once, then twice and again until he was on his knees. Then swinging his foot around, Gekido savagely kicked the man across the face, breaking his neck. He ran and dived into the limited cover the security teams were using.

"Thanks kid, but it came a little late," Biggs grinned and then coughed out some blood.

Gekido widened his eyes, gripping the side Biggs had been shot. He carried the man into the nearby warehouse, placing him against a set of crates.

"What the hell was this all for?" Gekido asked.

"That thing," Biggs pointed his finger to the centre of the warehouse.

Gekido looked up at the object standing in the warehouse. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, a mobile suit but not like the ZAFT suits or the Earth Alliance units. He then looked at Biggs, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"What the hell is that thing, where we stealing information from the EA to make our own suits?" he asked.

"You're damned right we stole info, the same as Orb did, " Biggs said.

"What do you mean?" Gekido asked.

"Orb agreed to help the Atlantic Federation in completing their G-Weapon project, only so they could use what they gained from the research in their own mobile suit program the Astray project. We were using data too for our mobile suit project, but this machine is not a result of that, it is a result of Yamato's own research, or so he claims," the mercenary explained.

Gekido heard an explosion outside of the warehouse. He assumed correctly that the guards were dead, which meant he was running out of time.

"Come on, I'm getting you out of here, ZAFT can have this thing for all I care," he said.

"NO, LET GO!" Biggs yelled, weakly elbowing Gekido in the chest.

"What the hell, why are you risking your life for this damn thing?" Gekido asked.

"That machine is the key to what humanity has been seeking, the secrets of the cosmic era, the power within the human genome and the ghosts in the machine, it links all of these things together, it is so much more than a mobile suit, so much more than a Gundam!"

"Gundam," Gekido repeated the name, as if in awe of it.

"True the type of mobile suit it is has a name, but the mobile suit itself, the individual still doesn't have a name, or a purpose, to not have either is like being empty, as empty as it is now, as empty as you feel," Biggs explained.

"Who says I'm empty?" Gekido asked.

"You do, every moment I spent talking with you, every time I saw you go into a fight, you yearn to know where you came from, to know why you only feel alive when you fight. For those whom are willing to see more than just an angry punk, you can have an effect on those people kid, the Gundam is ready kid you just have to climb in and start it up."

"You could've climbed into it anytime you wanted old man, if this thing is as good as you say then you could've used it to stop ZAFT," Gekido said.

"No I couldn't have," Biggs smirked as Gekido widened his eyes. "Don't be too hard on your dad...he believes...in you...as I..." the old mercenary's eyes drifted shut as he lowered his head.

"Old man, OLD MAN!" Gekido yelled.

He dropped the man's body, his hands shaking as he grit his teeth together. It was like a bomb had gone off in his heart, the flames of his rage grew, threatening to burn him from the inside if he didn't do something to calm those flames. The warehouse shook around him as he stood up, snarling as his eyes grew darker. Outside the colony, time seemed to stop for Mu and Rau, and the world grew darker. Both men looked towards the same place and saw a light blazing like fire. Another two felt the agony Gekido felt, Kira Yamato was no soldier yet he was inside a mobile suit and any minute now he would become the chosen pilot of the Strike.

"What is this feeling?" Kira wondered.

"What was that?" Murrue Ramias asked the boy.

"N-nothing, it's nothing," Kira said, but he couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling.

Miguel Aiman looked at the Black Storm GINNs as they fired upon the warehouse. He wondered why the home base of a little known mercenary company had caught their attention. As the warehouse burned and began to fall apart Miguel turned away, dismissing it and everything else in the colony.

"There's no challenge here," he said.

"Aiman brace yourself, something's moving in there," one of the ZAFT pilots said.

The orange GINN turned, its single eye glowing as it raised its rifle. Something burst out of the warehouse, launching itself high into the air. Fire trailed off of its armour as it spun in midflight and came down towards the ground. It landed in a knelt position, its hands squeezed into fists, shaking as if matching the mood of the pilot. The machine stood up, raising its head. Miguel looked at the machine in shock, it was much like the G-Weapons Athrun and his class had been sent to retrieve. But at the same time it was different, its armour was genuinely grey, it didn't have something like phase shift armour protecting it. The machine didn't have the same armour design as the G-Weapons but had a head based on the design of a helmet and two eyes. Unlike the Strike it didn't have a 'mouth' design on the face plate or indeed any kind of marking. The machine had white and grey armour built together into a structure that was more unique and complicated than the structures of the G-Weapons. It had a red crystal shape on its chest and red highlights running up its legs and across its arms. The machine began to stand up, both the V symbol on the black area of its forehead (just above the V-fin) glowed yellow just like its eyes. Inside the machine, Gekido gripped the controls tightly, looking at the ZAFT forces with a glare.

"I didn't want this day to be boring like I sensed it would be, but this isn't what I had in mind, if you idiots want this Gundam, then YOU'LL HAVE TO WORK FOR IT!"

I smile as it releases a light that can be seen by even those already in shelters. Kira's friends are in awe of the light the Gundam generates. The light of the Gundam Purpose!

Next Chapter 2: They're called Gundams

Hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter, I hope the length wasn't off putting, but I wanted to establish some history and Gekido before jumping into the main plot. The Gundam Purpose in terms of its look was based on the original concept of the Gundam Exia, nicknamed Pawn Gundam, if you thought the Gundams of 00 were a stretch from the look you were used to check out the original concepts. The design was still very Gundam but very different too, which was kind of a look I wanted to go for with the Purpose, unique but unassuming too like you don't expect much from it.

Next time Miguel and Gekido clash as Kira is forced to pilot the Strike against three GINNs.