What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you a rewrite of an old story. Many of you might remember it or some of you might not. This is a crossover between Gundam and Familiar of Zero.

This rewrite is entirely different. For one, the character that will be Louise's Familiar will be both human and machine. In other words, a cyborg. He's not gonna have a mess of Gundam forms like in the last story, only one. Although appearance wise it looks like a Gundam, it's actually something from the Super Robot Wars series. If you've played it then you'll know what I'm talking about.

Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OCs, Gundam or Familiar of Zero. All rights belong to their respective owners.

Now let's get this party started… BEGIN!

Zero's Origin

Chapter 1: A Familiar of Flesh and Metal

Kansas, USA [Earth]

My name is Chris Alder…

You're probably wondering why I'm monologuing right now. Simple, my everyday life turned into a complete clusterfuck all because of a little wish.

Ah right. You're probably guessing what I look like.

To describe myself, I'm twenty-one years old with a light skin tone, a feminine/masculine face, an average muscle tone due to years of track back in high school, and I stood at a good six foot two. I have shaggy, shoulder-length dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a small stubble on my chin.

My family and I live in a nice house in Leavenworth. My parents worked day jobs that kept them from home and even during the nights. My two younger brothers still went to school. Well, the youngest did anyways. The middle child of the family was in college but worked on a cruise liner. I, on the other hand, am in college right now.

It's pretty tough, a bit meaningless too. Still, I always wondered if I'll be able to get a job as a writer or at least become a self-made author.

Anyways, I sat at my desk with a model kit from the Gundam metaseries. In Japan, it was called Gunpla. However, this model kit was different. After many years of trial and error, I had finally managed to construct a Gundam of my own design even if the appearance looked more like the Huckebein from the Super Robot Wars series except the light blue and sky blue paint is replaced with white and dark blue coloring but kept its red and gold details; I also changed the eyes to a more bluish-green color. It also had a special function called MARS or the Multi-purpose Armament Reconstruction System. A special system that reconstructs any form of weapon that's programmed into the MS. There was another system that was installed inside of it but I can't make too many spoilers. I had numerous other Gundams with different names but one that I found for this one entered my mind.

I called it the ORX-000 'Origin' Gundam.

Yes, essentially, this was my very own God in plastic form.

With a relieved sigh, I looked down at the Origin with a wide grin. My hand took a hold of the Gunpla carefully then placed on the equipment for it to wield.

A pair of beam sabers stored in the waist, 60mm Vulcan guns, a beam rifle, an anti-beam coated shield, and heat daggers placed in the shoulders.

This Gundam is my greatest creation. Possibly, the ultimate Gundam (at least in my eyes). Now all I needed to do was get a display case and set this bad boy inside.

My servant that exists somewhere in the vast universe,

A voice suddenly rang in my ears. Who was that? It was surprisingly soft as it came from the wind itself.

My divine, beautiful and wise servant, heed my call, I wish from the very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!

Without warning, a portal opened behind me. The sight of it shocked the everloving crap out of me. For some reason, I couldn't stop staring at it. It was like something was calling me to it…

My hand reaches out…

The portal reacts…

My body is sucked inside. Without even thinking, I never realized that I still held my fully equipped Origin Gundam in my left hand.

Something happened…

I felt a sudden warmth surround my figure. After that, I felt nothing. No warmth, no cold, nor even the beating of my own heart. It's as if I was undergoing some form of metamorphosis.

Wherever this portal was bringing me or whoever had the guts to do this magical bullshit to me will soon regret crossing me…

Halkegenia - Tristan Academy

Louise tightened her grip on her wand. Today was the Familiar summoning ritual, the one day that would fully make or break her status as a mage.

Her classmates cheered politely as Guiche bowed and brandished another rose from his back, 'Annoying womanizer,' Louise thought angrily. He had just finished his summoning and came out of it with a mole familiar, a perfect symbol for his affinity with earth. She could already see some of her female classmates gazing lovingly at it.

No one paid attention to her, which she found quite a relief at the moment. Her hands felt clammy and her eyes constantly shifted from left to right like a paranoid thief about to make a snatch. She was always insulted by her peers as the "Zero", and so she found the rare moments of solitude to be very comforting. Today was the day she would finally be able to get rid of that stupid moniker. If she could summon a familiar then it would prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was a mage.

Her thought process was cut short by the unexpected feeling of two pillows being mashed onto the back of her head. Of course, since they were standing in a field of grass, pillows coming out of nowhere were impossible. She already knew the cause of it.

"What do you want, Zerbst?" Louise stepped forward and whipped around quickly, giving the tall (and busty) redhead a fierce glare, "I'm trying to focus on the ritual."

Kirche gave the small pinkette a smile. "Are you sure about that? You look more like you're worried whether you'll be able to summon anything at all," She giggled slightly at the twitch Louise gave, "Maybe you should quit while you're ahead and you embarrass yourself any further. I'll even distract the teacher if you like."

Louise seethed. The redhead was always like this; mocking her for every little flaw she had. Ever since the first few days of school, the two of them had been at odds. The difference being that Louise took their rivalry seriously while Kirche seemed to treat it like an afternoon game.

Behind Kirche, the giant salamander stared at Louise with a listless glance. It was as if that thing was mocking her just like its master did.

"Shut up!" The petite girl stamped her foot against the grassy soil, "I'll prove to you that I'm a great mage! I'll summon the best familiar here that'll beat everyone else!"

"Oh really?" Kirche arched an eyebrow up slightly, "Then, by all means, prove it. After all, you've already gotten everyone's attention."

Louise gave the fiery redhead a questioning look before she realized what she meant: Everyone on the field was staring at the two of them. Her yelling had evidently gotten everyone's attention over Guiche's recent summoning.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" Louise whispered harshly to the Germanian student.

"Whatever do you mean, Valliere?" Kirche gave the pinkette a slight push despite her sly grin. "Now that you're all fired up, I think you should go ahead and do the summoning ritual. No point in wasting all the energy, right?"

Most of her classmates were whispering amongst themselves. They didn't say it out loud, they were probably saving it for later, but Louise could make out their snickers and name calling again. They didn't believe she could do it. They thought she'd fail again like she always did and that it would just end up in another explosion.

She would prove them wrong.

"Ahem, well then…" Mr. Colbert coughed and gave an awkward clap to bring the class's attention back to him. "Miss Valliere, it's your turn for the summoning ritual. Please recite the ritual and receive your holy familiar."

Louise nodded slightly and stepped onto the designated space. All of her nervousness was gone and was replaced with the overpowering desire to prove her peers wrong. To the side, she saw all of her classmates looking at her with disdain or amusement. She wanted so badly to prove them wrong right now.

All except Kirche, who was giving her an enigmatic smile. Did she mock her on purpose to get her fired up? Louise shook her head. That was a stupid idea. Why would the Germanian noble deign to help her? They hated each other since day one.

With a deep breath, she began reciting the ritual.

After she recited the sacred passage, the first thing that greeted Louise was a painfully bright light. This forced her and her classmates to shield their eyes from the light. The pinkette being so close to it had to shut her eyes tight and cover them with her arms. While it was indeed bright there was a sense of warmth like a divine being had descended from Brimir's holy land.

Once the light started to dim, she peeked through her arms then gasped in awe. Even her classmates were gasping in both shock and amazement.

Kneeling down like a servant before a princess was a tall being in white, dark blue, red, and gold armor. It looked like a sort of metal golem or a knight. The most prominent features about it were the V-shaped crest on its helmet/head and the wing-like protrusions on its back. Its eyes were dark like there was no life in it at all.

Regardless, she needed to finish the ritual. Louise took her wand and waved it a few times. "My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière." She closed her eyes and leaned towards the 'mask' of the golem. "Pentagon of the five elemental powers; bless this humble being and make it my familiar."

Her lips made contact for only a brief second on the white mask before she pulled back quickly. She expected the metal to be cold but it felt oddly warm.

Suddenly, a blue light emanated from the metal golem's left hand in the shape of various runes. It gave no indication of moving or life. At first, Louise thought that it didn't work until she noticed something…

...The eyes glowed a gentle emerald green.

The white being lifted its head to look at her then did something she did not expect at all…

"The fuck you looking at, flatty?"

It talked!

My POV

What the fuck was going on? Why the hell does my body feel weird?

…

Actually, I can barely feel anything.

The first thing I registered was this stupid little girl with a flat chest and pink hair looking at me after she suddenly kissed me. Strange since I didn't feel it on my lips.

Now that I think about it, why didn't I feel it?

There were also these strange numbers appearing in my sight. It also said something about a 'systems check'? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

God, my head is killing me-

I couldn't blink. Why the fuck can't I blink?

My sight goes down to my hands. I recoil in shock when I see that my limbs were no longer flesh and blood but now metal. My hands were black and robotic. The entirety of my arms was covered by white armor. On my shoulders were dark blue angular guards. My back felt heavy as well.

Just what the hell happened to me?!

My gaze drifted back to the obviously angry pinkette especially after I called her a 'flatty'. I didn't care. I don't know her so I could care less about what the fuck she gets mad about.

"Hey, kid, what the hell is all this?" I demanded.

"H-How dare you speak to me like that, you dog!" The girl yelled. God, her voice was both annoying and loud. My least favorite kind of chick.

"I asked you a question, brat. I expect an answer." Came my cold statement. "Where the hell am I? Who are you? And what the fuck did you do to my body?"

At this, the little girl seemed confused. She was looking at me like I had grown a second head.

Some bald dude decided to interject. I've got no idea why he decided to wear robes since it's for those Dungeons and Dragons geeks. Not to say it's bad, I think it's pretty cool. To some extent. But right now seemed to be rather confusing. Even the girl and the other kids were wearing clothes from freaking Harry Potter.

"You are in the Tristan Magical Academy. Miss Louise is to be your master since she summoned you as your familiar." His eyes lingered on the strange glowing tattoo on my left hand for some reason. A bit too intently for my own liking. "As for your body, I do not know what you mean by that."

"Send me back home," I demanded. I knew enough about role-playing games that a familiar was a sort of slave or pet to a mage. That's something I have no interest in especially to a flat-chested brat. I'd rather be home relaxing on my bed and watching some YouTube.

"I'm afraid that is impossible," Baldy replied.

"The hell do you mean that's impossible! Send me back home now or I'm gonna smash your skull in!" I growled furiously. I was so angry that I didn't know what I would do. It felt wrong not having a human body especially when I couldn't even feel my own heartbeat.

If anything, I wanted something to punch and these new meatbags looked like the perfect punching dummies for me to hit.

"The spell that brought you here is a one-way portal. There is no way to reverse it." Baldy interjected.

So I was apparently stuck here…

Fucking great!

With a growl, I looked over my new body, noticing the familiar coloring and design. If I had to guess, whatever that portal did, it must've somehow merged my human form with that of a machine. Could this body be that of my Gundam? While it does seem rather impossible, I always dreamt of one day being a Gundam. This is not what I meant!

I could feel nothing. No grumbling stomach. No wind caressing my skin. No air entering through my nostrils…

...No heartbeat.

There was no doubt about it. I wasn't a human anymore. Now, I was a Gundam. My Gundam.

Origin.

I looked at the strange markings emblazoned on my new hand. They looked like they were written in the language of Elves from Lord of the Rings. They were also annoying to look at.

Hmm…

It seems like there's a file in my central processing unit. Means I can delete them at any time I wish. While it could be so-called magic, my new body is a pinnacle of science, nothing a little maintenance and file browsing would do.

Oh, seems Baldy and the girl were arguing over something. Something about taking a retry on some 'summoning spell'. Hey, if it's some way to send me back home then I'm all for it! I liked my old body and the need to eat.

"Alright then, this concludes the ceremony. You're all dismissed back to your dormitories. Also, there will be no classes tomorrow, that way you can get to know your Familiars better." Baldy said as he and the other kids started to… fly?

Yeah, I'm not joking. These brats were all flying without wings or jetpacks or any of that shit. It was almost like… magic.

My perpendicular vision caught sight of the pink-haired girl looking at me with a scowl. "Come along, familiar. We're going back."

"Fuck off, short stack," I responded with a nonexistent scowl.

"What did you say, dog?!" She screeched. Seriously tempting me to slap the shit out of the brat.

"You heard me clear as day, you little shit!" I shouted back.

"You can't talk to a noble like that, commoner!"

"There ain't nothing noble about you, you flat-chested broad!"

Her face took on an unhealthy shade of red that she could practically resemble a tomato. "Y-You dog!" She aimed a stick at me and started speaking in a language I still couldn't understand. Next thing I knew, a big explosion struck my torso sending me crashing into the ground.

…

Now I'm gonna kill her…

"You're dead," I growled lowly, standing up then glancing down at my chest. While the explosion was powerful, my armor was made from a tougher metal than magic. I reached behind my waist and grabbed one of my beam sabers, activating the purplish-pink plasma blade. The girl looked at me in terror. Good, she knows what's about to happen next.

"S-stay away from me!?" She shouted.

"You brought me here and turned me into a soulless machine. It's only fair that I reward you with death." My optics seemed to glow an icy blue, signaling my anger.

"NO! STOP PLEASE!" The girl was now crying. Yes, actually crying right in front of me.

I raised my saber to strike… but I hesitated. I couldn't do it. This girl wasn't that much older than my own siblings.

…

Fuck!

Frustrated by my morality, I holstered my beam saber and turned my back on her.

"Get the hell out of my sight, brat." came my reply.

My audio receivers picked up the sound of footsteps but then it suddenly stopped.

"Why…" I heard the brat whisper.

Curiosity took over, forcing me to glance back at the pinkette.

"Why can't I do anything right…?" She was trembling. I noticed droplets of water striking the ground. "My family is ashamed of me… my classmates mock me… and now my own familiar wants to kill me…"

Is this supposed to mean something?

The girl fell on her knees, sobbing like a lost child. "Why must the Founder punish me so!?" She cried out, rubbing her eyes to fight back the flow of tears.

Just what the hell is she trying to say? Is she trying to get me to feel sorry for her?

…

Because it's kinda working…

Curse my pride and desire to help girls! *Cue anime tears and tightening of fist*

With great reluctance (and cursed morality), I marched over to the girl named Louise; my footsteps have left imprints in the grass and dirt. "Hey…" I spoke softly, wincing since I still sounded like I was ready to kill someone. "There's no need to cry."

The petite girl hiccups, glancing back at me with tears streaming down her pinchable cheeks. Dammit! Now that I looked at her, despite being a loli, she's just too adorable! If I still had a heart, it would've exploded from her cuteness!

"Look, if it'll make you feel better…" I paused, flattening every ounce of my pride as I made my decision. It's not like this could get any worse… "I'll go with you, but we're going to lay down some ground rules. Understand?"

The young girl nodded vigorously, trying her best to wipe away the tears.

Once she gave me her undivided attention, I continued by raising a finger, "First rule: You will not treat me like a pet, a slave, or anything demeaning like that. You will refer to me by my name and will give me the same respect which I expect from a fellow human being. Got it?" Seeing her nod, I held up a second finger. "Second rule: We are not master and familiar. We are partners. Individuals who regard each other with mutual respect. That means you will not lash out at me if I say I don't want to do something. Understood?" She nodded again. Good, the girl knows to respect her betters or at least, knows not to piss me off. "And finally: You will help me get my original body back so that I can return home. Make no mistake, I won't leave you until that time comes. However, I will have to return back to my world once this is all over and I manage to become human again. Until then, I will protect you to the best of my ability. Are these rules acceptable?"

"Y-yes, sir," Louise replied, a bit timidly.

If I had lips, I would be grinning. So instead, I settled for patting her gently on the head. Carefully as well since I had no idea how strong my Gundam body really was. "Good girl." I could see a tinge of red on her cheeks. "Now, I believe I've yet to introduce myself."

"Oh," The girl quickly dusted her clothes off and wiped away any remnants of salt-water extracts from her eyelids. She gave me a curtsy like a Victorian noble from the French Revolution. "My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. I am a daughter of the Vallière household."

Well shit, put me on the spot like that why don't you...

Okay, how to do this. Can't use my human name. That would be too weird for her to call me, especially when I've been transformed into the Origin.

...Wait, that could work!

Clearing my nonexistent throat, I gave my 'Master' a gentlemanly bow. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am Origin, a knight of the Gundam Clan."

"You're a knight!? A noble!" The girl screeched.

And there go my 'eardrums'...

"Well, I'm not a noble. Though, I suppose my armor would mistake me as one if given the circumstances." I rubbed the back of my head, a bit miffed that I can still feel nothing.

"But you have to be of some noble lineage! You just said you were a knight!" Louise exclaimed. "Don't tell me you lied!"

"I'm not lying." Well, not completely. "But my clan are knights that are dedicated to protecting the innocent and destroying the corrupt."

The girl had this inquisitive look in her reddish-brown eyes. "So you are freelancers?"

"I suppose." She gave me a glare. "I'm not a mercenary. I don't take money."

Seemingly accepting my answer, Louise turned on her heels, though her little flourish showed off her panties...

Thank God I don't have to worry about hormones anymore...

"Come along then, Sir Origin. I shall show you to your quarters." She said to me.

Well, looks like my life went from strange to fucking weird…

I'm not sure if I should be glad or disheartened that I'm here. Only time will tell, I guess...

Romania - Holy Cathedral of Brimir

Vittorio Serevare, the current Pope of Romalia, sat upon the throne with a kind-hearted smile. From his appearance alone, he was the definition of handsome young man.

However, he felt a severe surge in power… One similar to his own…

If he were to guess, it would seem another of the Founder's legendary familiars had been summoned once again.

A most… precarious problem.

"My familiar, come to me at once," He commanded softly for the being he had summoned three years ago.

The shadows shifted and a dark cloaked figure emerged. "I told you… I'm not a familiar," A smooth male voice issued from under the hood. "I'm your partner."

"My apologies," The pope chuckled. "I always seem to forget that you're more human than what mages would commonly perceive as such."

The figure nodded. "Yes. But I'm willing to forgive it. At least for now. So, you sensed something, didn't you?" He asked, slowly stepping a bit closer into the light.

"Quite." Vittorio nodded. "It would seem there is another Void mage. One who has summoned another of the Founder's Familiars."

A low hum came from the figure as a dark blue and dark grey mechanical hand slipped out, removing the hood to expose the figure's features. The mecha underneath the cloak had dark blue and dark grey armor. A dark blue helm stood out, the golden V-fin glimmering faintly in the light. He possessed a white faceplate and two violet optics gazed at his partner with intelligence and sentience that was clearly human. On his back rested a pair of draconic metallic wings, each equipped with fin funnels, and a glowing greenish white psychoframe shimmered beneath his cloak. "I see," the mech mused. "Best to be on high alert then, right?"

"Indeed," The pope replied. "We know not which Familiar it could be, nor who the Void mage even is. Should anything come up, I will relay it to you. I trust you'll see to the matter if this noble and their familiar cause trouble?"

The mech hesitated but nodded. "I'll do my best," he said.

The young man smiled. "Good. For now, there have been reports of bandits hassling travelers from here to Tristain. See to it that they've been dealt with."

"Understood." With a flourish of his cloak, the mech turned and ran off, vanishing into the shadows once more.

All the while, the pope's grin slowly turned a bit… mischievous.

A/N: That's it for the first chapter. A big thanks to Titanic X for agreeing to co-write with me on this project.

Titanic X: No problem, Chris. :) I'm always happy to help. :) I hope you enjoy our first collab fic! XD So see you next chapter, peeps~! :D

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