Gundam Ultima: C1
Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 2:31 pm
Gundam Ultima: Chapter 1
Fate and Hate
Author: Criticgundam
Discaimer: I own everything but the name Gundam.
The date is Star Calendar 0032. The populace of L3, a colony cluster furthest from the Earth, begins showing signs of unusual abilities. They began showing signs of telepathy and clairvoyance. Believing these newtypes to be a threat to society, the colony governments quietly began exterminating the ‘newtype population’. This incident preceded a complete overthrow of the government and the newtype’s declaration of independence from the Earth governments. This set of dramatic events sparks the two-battle Arian War. Again concluding newtypes to be a threat, the Earth governments united and launched an attack against the newtypes who counterattacked with everything they had. The second famous battle ended in a draw and both sides were forced to sign a truce and rebuild their forces. Resulting in the Earth Federation’s inability to maintain control, another colony cluster, L5, declares independence and their neutrality.
S.C. 0039. Seven years after the war, both the forces of the Earth Federation and U.C.O.N. (The United Colonies of Organized Newtypes) of L3 are at full strength.
I.C.O.N. (The Independent Colonies of Organized Newtypes) of L5 is stronger than the U.C.O.N. and the E.F.S.F. (Earth Federation Space Force). They surpass both sides in economy, research, and weapons. Still maintaining their neutrality, they continue to research and build more forces to defend from a possible attack from the Earth Federation.
S.C. 0039, July 3rd, three months after the initial conflict. The U.C.O.N. and the E.F.S.F are at a stalemate. With both sides rushing to develop new weapons known as mobile suits, L5 watches from the sidelines…
“How’s it going?” “I’m not sure, we’ve lost contact with both units. They’re somewhere in the asteroid field.”
In the thick of the field, an icon mobile armor rests on an asteroid. Inside, the female pilot is stressed, staring intently at the monitors. A warning light flashes… “Above!” Slamming down the foot pedal, the mobile armor launches off the asteroid barely missing the Ultima Gundam streaking by. The mobile armor spins around, the pilot smiles and says, “Gotcha.” The asteroid behind the Ultima explodes and the gundam is engulfed in the explosion. The pilot sits back and sighs a relief. Suddenly, she feels something hit the cockpit from below. She looks down to see the Ultima with a beam saber handle aimed at the cockpit. She turns on the intercom, “Veronica here, Tom, you win.” The Ultima salutes and they head for the Armageddon. “You’re getting good.” “I didn’t think it was much of fight. You should have attacked me, not set some trap.” “You’re opponents aren’t always going to hit you head on. Remember that Tom, and you might stay alive.” “Hey you two, get your asses back to the Armageddon, stop screwing around out there!” “Tom here, on my way.” “Veronica here, on my way, and by the way, I’m flipping you off, captain.” “And as your superior officer, I’m telling you’re pathetic at being insubordinate.”
[Tom Rollen: Age: 23 / Height: 5’ 11” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Blue / Race: American/Caucasian / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
[Veronica Hillson: Age: 34 / Height: 6’ 0” Hair color: Light-red / Eye color: Hazel / Race: African/American / Rank: S. Lt. Cm.]
[Ben Marson: Age: 47 / Height: 5’ 2” / Hair color: Dark-brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: Caucasian / Rank: Captain]
The Ultima lands at the front, and the command armor lands near the rear. Ben chimes in, “Hey Tom, watch what button you push, we’re loading live ammunition. Join Kate and get up here.” Tom exits the Ultima and heads to the nearest railway. He comes to an intersection where a woman is waiting for him.
[Kate Morimoto: Age: 21 / Height: 5’ 7” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: Japanese / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
Tom: “So what’s Ben got up his but now?” “Ucon and Fedi fleets are engaging each other right outside icon territory and very close to our position.” Tom looks behind him seeing the gantline guns being attached to the Ultima by mechanical arms. “Are we going to aid them?” “Are you kidding? I wish we were. Ben’s po’d cus they’re fighting so close to the border. I swear, the guy’s just trying to move through the ranks.” Tom and Kate get to the elevator and press the touch screen panel. “Wait up!” Kate: “Hey Felicia…”
[Felicia Kyle: Age: 38 / Height: 5’ 7” / Hair color: Blonde / Eye color: Blue / Race: Caucasian / Rank: Scientist]
Felicia, Tom, and Kate head to the bridge where they meet up with Veronica. The lights are dimmed with officers at every station. The first officer checks the status of the ship while the chief tactical officer orders the weapons deployed and continually checks their status.
[Benjamin Tate: Age: 36 / Height: 5’ 4” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: Caucasian / Rank: First officer]
[Madeline Mackenzie: Age: 30 / Height: 5’ 6” / Hair color: Dark-brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: Colonial / Rank: Senior tactical officer]
Tom: “Why are they equipping the Ultima with G2s?” Madeline: “Its only a precaution, but if the Gundam has to launch, we want to show every bit of strength we have to show the Fedies icon isn’t to be trifled with.” Kate: “Why were we called up here, sir?” Ben: “So I can confirm these orders to you. First, you are not authorized to launch unless I give permission. Second, if you are ordered to launch, you cannot engage anyone until given permission. If you disobey either of these orders, I swear to god, I will see to it you are put before a firing squad. Am I clear?” The pilots salute and all reply, “SIR, YES SIR!” and leave. Benjamin: “Was that really necessary?” “Yes. You know all they want to do is help their fellow newtypes… and when I want to be questioned in front of my crew, I’ll let you know.”
A short distance away, two massive fleets gather. On one side, the Fedies deploy their beam turrets. On the other, ucon forces do the same. On one of the rift class vessels, in a cramped catapult, a pilot enters the cockpit of his large, wing-shaped mobile armor.
[Michael Jones: Age: 24 / Height: 6’ 2” / Hair color: Light-brown / Eye color: Blue / Race: Colonial / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
He checks his gear and says, “Why are we fighting all the way out here anyway? There’s nothing to gain by winning here.” An officer on the com answers back. “Ucon wants icon’s attention. If we win here, they might be encouraged to help us out.” “And if we lose?” “Then we’ll have struck up sympathy.” “I hope so. Lieutenant commander Jones, Gunrunner, launching!” The mobile armor takes off, followed by hundreds more from other ships. “Attention all Gunrunner units, bank hard right, we’re taking their right flank, we’ll let the other armors handle the left flank.” The armors follow suit, and the ucon fleet advances.
Nameless Fedi officer: “Sir, their mobile armors are flanking both sides. The new models are going to hit our left flank.” “Launch all mobile suits. Tell squad one and two to cover our flanks, send the rest to take out the ucon forces. Order our mobile armors into defensive positions. Tell the Heirloom to send out the gundams immediately!” /// Aboard the Heirloom, the captain turns on the com and addresses four pilots. “This is Harrison, time to launch!” The pilots nod.
[Harrison Roswell: Age: 44 / Height: 5’ 8” / Hair color: Dark-red / Eye color: Green / Race: Caucasian / Rank: Captain]
[Tammy Rollen: Age: 21 / Height: 5’ 7” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Blue / Race: American Caucasian / Rank: Lt.]
[Joshua Logan Numora: Age: 20 / Height: 5’ 5” / Hair color: Blonde / Eye color: Blue / Race: Japanese/American / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
[Quinn ‘Q’ Mill: Age: 30 / Height: 5’ 9” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: European / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
[Kyle Logan: Age: 29 / height: 5’ 9” / Hair color: Blonde / Eye color: Blue / Race: Lunar / Rank: S. Lt. Cm.]
The first is the Purity with Kyle as its pilot, the second is the Archangel with Joshua, the next is the Blue Gundam with Tammy, and Quinn in a command unit. The two fleets engage lighting the space between them with nothing but green.
Tom straps into the cockpit. “I still don’t understand why icon doesn’t want to help them out.” Kate buzzes in, “Icon is afraid that the Earth Federation will pull a sneak attack on the colonies. If that happens, we may all be doomed.” “And when ucon is finished off?” “Hey, I didn’t say I agreed with it.” “Sorry honey.” “Its fine.”
The Ultima moves to the launcher while the hatch is opening. Tom stares at the battle and says, “Only a precaution...”
Well, I kinda rushed on this one. Please let me know what you think. This is really as long as it gets, I think… I had planned to write thirty chapters of this, but I’m probably going to do it in thirds, excusing this one of course. Like I said, if anyone cares, I’ll keep it up. If not, then I won’t waste my energy.
Fate and Hate
Author: Criticgundam
Discaimer: I own everything but the name Gundam.
The date is Star Calendar 0032. The populace of L3, a colony cluster furthest from the Earth, begins showing signs of unusual abilities. They began showing signs of telepathy and clairvoyance. Believing these newtypes to be a threat to society, the colony governments quietly began exterminating the ‘newtype population’. This incident preceded a complete overthrow of the government and the newtype’s declaration of independence from the Earth governments. This set of dramatic events sparks the two-battle Arian War. Again concluding newtypes to be a threat, the Earth governments united and launched an attack against the newtypes who counterattacked with everything they had. The second famous battle ended in a draw and both sides were forced to sign a truce and rebuild their forces. Resulting in the Earth Federation’s inability to maintain control, another colony cluster, L5, declares independence and their neutrality.
S.C. 0039. Seven years after the war, both the forces of the Earth Federation and U.C.O.N. (The United Colonies of Organized Newtypes) of L3 are at full strength.
I.C.O.N. (The Independent Colonies of Organized Newtypes) of L5 is stronger than the U.C.O.N. and the E.F.S.F. (Earth Federation Space Force). They surpass both sides in economy, research, and weapons. Still maintaining their neutrality, they continue to research and build more forces to defend from a possible attack from the Earth Federation.
S.C. 0039, July 3rd, three months after the initial conflict. The U.C.O.N. and the E.F.S.F are at a stalemate. With both sides rushing to develop new weapons known as mobile suits, L5 watches from the sidelines…
“How’s it going?” “I’m not sure, we’ve lost contact with both units. They’re somewhere in the asteroid field.”
In the thick of the field, an icon mobile armor rests on an asteroid. Inside, the female pilot is stressed, staring intently at the monitors. A warning light flashes… “Above!” Slamming down the foot pedal, the mobile armor launches off the asteroid barely missing the Ultima Gundam streaking by. The mobile armor spins around, the pilot smiles and says, “Gotcha.” The asteroid behind the Ultima explodes and the gundam is engulfed in the explosion. The pilot sits back and sighs a relief. Suddenly, she feels something hit the cockpit from below. She looks down to see the Ultima with a beam saber handle aimed at the cockpit. She turns on the intercom, “Veronica here, Tom, you win.” The Ultima salutes and they head for the Armageddon. “You’re getting good.” “I didn’t think it was much of fight. You should have attacked me, not set some trap.” “You’re opponents aren’t always going to hit you head on. Remember that Tom, and you might stay alive.” “Hey you two, get your asses back to the Armageddon, stop screwing around out there!” “Tom here, on my way.” “Veronica here, on my way, and by the way, I’m flipping you off, captain.” “And as your superior officer, I’m telling you’re pathetic at being insubordinate.”
[Tom Rollen: Age: 23 / Height: 5’ 11” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Blue / Race: American/Caucasian / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
[Veronica Hillson: Age: 34 / Height: 6’ 0” Hair color: Light-red / Eye color: Hazel / Race: African/American / Rank: S. Lt. Cm.]
[Ben Marson: Age: 47 / Height: 5’ 2” / Hair color: Dark-brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: Caucasian / Rank: Captain]
The Ultima lands at the front, and the command armor lands near the rear. Ben chimes in, “Hey Tom, watch what button you push, we’re loading live ammunition. Join Kate and get up here.” Tom exits the Ultima and heads to the nearest railway. He comes to an intersection where a woman is waiting for him.
[Kate Morimoto: Age: 21 / Height: 5’ 7” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: Japanese / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
Tom: “So what’s Ben got up his but now?” “Ucon and Fedi fleets are engaging each other right outside icon territory and very close to our position.” Tom looks behind him seeing the gantline guns being attached to the Ultima by mechanical arms. “Are we going to aid them?” “Are you kidding? I wish we were. Ben’s po’d cus they’re fighting so close to the border. I swear, the guy’s just trying to move through the ranks.” Tom and Kate get to the elevator and press the touch screen panel. “Wait up!” Kate: “Hey Felicia…”
[Felicia Kyle: Age: 38 / Height: 5’ 7” / Hair color: Blonde / Eye color: Blue / Race: Caucasian / Rank: Scientist]
Felicia, Tom, and Kate head to the bridge where they meet up with Veronica. The lights are dimmed with officers at every station. The first officer checks the status of the ship while the chief tactical officer orders the weapons deployed and continually checks their status.
[Benjamin Tate: Age: 36 / Height: 5’ 4” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: Caucasian / Rank: First officer]
[Madeline Mackenzie: Age: 30 / Height: 5’ 6” / Hair color: Dark-brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: Colonial / Rank: Senior tactical officer]
Tom: “Why are they equipping the Ultima with G2s?” Madeline: “Its only a precaution, but if the Gundam has to launch, we want to show every bit of strength we have to show the Fedies icon isn’t to be trifled with.” Kate: “Why were we called up here, sir?” Ben: “So I can confirm these orders to you. First, you are not authorized to launch unless I give permission. Second, if you are ordered to launch, you cannot engage anyone until given permission. If you disobey either of these orders, I swear to god, I will see to it you are put before a firing squad. Am I clear?” The pilots salute and all reply, “SIR, YES SIR!” and leave. Benjamin: “Was that really necessary?” “Yes. You know all they want to do is help their fellow newtypes… and when I want to be questioned in front of my crew, I’ll let you know.”
A short distance away, two massive fleets gather. On one side, the Fedies deploy their beam turrets. On the other, ucon forces do the same. On one of the rift class vessels, in a cramped catapult, a pilot enters the cockpit of his large, wing-shaped mobile armor.
[Michael Jones: Age: 24 / Height: 6’ 2” / Hair color: Light-brown / Eye color: Blue / Race: Colonial / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
He checks his gear and says, “Why are we fighting all the way out here anyway? There’s nothing to gain by winning here.” An officer on the com answers back. “Ucon wants icon’s attention. If we win here, they might be encouraged to help us out.” “And if we lose?” “Then we’ll have struck up sympathy.” “I hope so. Lieutenant commander Jones, Gunrunner, launching!” The mobile armor takes off, followed by hundreds more from other ships. “Attention all Gunrunner units, bank hard right, we’re taking their right flank, we’ll let the other armors handle the left flank.” The armors follow suit, and the ucon fleet advances.
Nameless Fedi officer: “Sir, their mobile armors are flanking both sides. The new models are going to hit our left flank.” “Launch all mobile suits. Tell squad one and two to cover our flanks, send the rest to take out the ucon forces. Order our mobile armors into defensive positions. Tell the Heirloom to send out the gundams immediately!” /// Aboard the Heirloom, the captain turns on the com and addresses four pilots. “This is Harrison, time to launch!” The pilots nod.
[Harrison Roswell: Age: 44 / Height: 5’ 8” / Hair color: Dark-red / Eye color: Green / Race: Caucasian / Rank: Captain]
[Tammy Rollen: Age: 21 / Height: 5’ 7” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Blue / Race: American Caucasian / Rank: Lt.]
[Joshua Logan Numora: Age: 20 / Height: 5’ 5” / Hair color: Blonde / Eye color: Blue / Race: Japanese/American / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
[Quinn ‘Q’ Mill: Age: 30 / Height: 5’ 9” / Hair color: Brown / Eye color: Hazel / Race: European / Rank: Lt. Cm.]
[Kyle Logan: Age: 29 / height: 5’ 9” / Hair color: Blonde / Eye color: Blue / Race: Lunar / Rank: S. Lt. Cm.]
The first is the Purity with Kyle as its pilot, the second is the Archangel with Joshua, the next is the Blue Gundam with Tammy, and Quinn in a command unit. The two fleets engage lighting the space between them with nothing but green.
Tom straps into the cockpit. “I still don’t understand why icon doesn’t want to help them out.” Kate buzzes in, “Icon is afraid that the Earth Federation will pull a sneak attack on the colonies. If that happens, we may all be doomed.” “And when ucon is finished off?” “Hey, I didn’t say I agreed with it.” “Sorry honey.” “Its fine.”
The Ultima moves to the launcher while the hatch is opening. Tom stares at the battle and says, “Only a precaution...”
Well, I kinda rushed on this one. Please let me know what you think. This is really as long as it gets, I think… I had planned to write thirty chapters of this, but I’m probably going to do it in thirds, excusing this one of course. Like I said, if anyone cares, I’ll keep it up. If not, then I won’t waste my energy.