SGS requested that I post this.
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Project Purr-fection
Chapter One: Escape
CRASH! Came the sound of broken glass as it fell. A dark shape landed in a low crouch as it flew out of the restraining wires that had kept it captive, shedding droplets of blood from the many cuts that dotted its body. It ran down the hallway, away from the wreckage of the lab. It seemed to wince as it ran passed a blaring alarm and folded its sensitive ears flat against its head.
“There she is! Get her!” a guard cried as she ran past him, her eyes wide with panic.
‘Got… to… get… out…’ she thought, furiously streaking towards the docking bay on all fours.
“Don’t let her get away you dolts!”
Something inside of her remembered that the metal things that looked like eggs meant a way out. She gathered herself up and threw herself at the door, coincidentally hitting the button to open the hatch. After she managed to get the door closed again, she started hitting random buttons, praying that it worked. The little escape pod put on a sudden burst of speed that tore a hole in the dock door as it fled the guards’ fire.
She wasn’t sure where to go, but she had to get there and fast. She remembered a beautiful planet bathed in a soft blue light, green trees, and fresh air.
‘Earth,’ she thought weakly. She had just finished typing in the coordinates, when she collapsed of sheer exhaustion, and the little craft sped on…
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Meanwhile, on Earth Doctor J was giving the Gundam pilots their new mission.
“Where’s Maxwell?” Doctor J asked.
“Who knows? Knowing the braided-baka he’s lazing about somewhere,” replied a young, spandex-clad brunette.
“When you find him, please inform him of his new mission, Heero.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Anyway, Oz has been working on a new project known as ‘Project Perfection’. It was supposed to create the perfect weapon, but from what I understand, it escaped recently. Your mission is to find and secure this weapon before Oz can locate it. It should land somewhere in your vicinity fairly soon.”
“How will I identify it?”
“Just bring me anything or anyone suspicious you find.”
“Mission accepted.”
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It was a warm, lazy afternoon in a little patch of woods just outside said military base. A young, brown-haired boy lay sprawled on a sunny patch of meadow, enjoying the warmth. He was smirking and congratulating himself on getting out of yet another briefing. The black-clad teen was calmly taking a nap, chewing on a piece of grass, when he heard a low rumble.
The braided boy yawned and opened one eye irritably to see what had interrupted his afternoon snooze and saw something plummeting out of the sky.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” he yelled in shock. (Now it’s not that things falling out of the sky were unusual, mind you, this is Gundam Wing after all, it’s just that most of them weren’t GIANT FLAMING BALLS OF DOOOOOOOOOM!!)
He then began running around in circles yelling, “Whatta I do?! Whatta I do?!” over and over.
“Oh, yeah!” he said, smacking his fist onto his palm. “Stop, drop, and roll!” and he proceeded to do so.
“Wait, that’s for fire. Now what did Dad say to do for giant, flaming balls of doom? Hmmmm…” he sat down Indian-style and pondered this as the fiery sphere of death loomed closer behind him.
“Hmmmmm, now what was it again? Oh yeah! Crouch, get your head down, and kiss your butt good-bye!”
The fiery ball skimmed low over the formerly peaceful meadow and the young brunette curled protectively around his hair, and landed within an inch of his nose.
He timidly opened one eye and saw the smoldering hunk of metal uncomfortably close to his nose. He gulped and carefully got up, adjusting his black cap and dusting off his pants. He walked around the small escape pod until he found the opening hatch. After waiting for a few minutes for whatever was in the pod to come out, he got impatient and opened it up himself. The hatch slid open and an unconscious, young girl wrapped in wire fell out.
“Um,” he said, unsure of what he was supposed to do, but just then, four other young boys came out of the barracks.
“Are you okay, Duo? We heard you scream,” asked a young blonde worriedly.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Quatra. I was just almost pummeled to death by this thing.”
“Oh!” Quatra said, just now noticing the unconscious girl. He gasped as he saw the bruises and lacerations covering her body. “She’s hurt! We’d better take her in and have a look at her wounds.”
“We can’t do that!” objected a black-haired Chinese boy. “She could be from Oz for all we know!”
“No, Wufei,” replied the spandex-clad boy from earlier quietly. “Remember, Dr. J said to bring in anyone suspicious we found. Maybe she knows something about this ‘Operation Perfection’.”
“All right,” Wufei growled. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Come on then,” Duo said. “Let’s get her inside.” And with that he picked her up and headed for the base followed by the others.
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