PaulPool
08-18-2006, 09:07 PM
Yeah, I decided to start a Gundam seed story that off-plays from the bloody Valentine incident. I haven't even written much, but I got the inspiration at breakfast one morning. I'll just give a quick view of what it is going to start as.
Prologue-
The cosmic era (C.E.)- An age when the human race began to explore the universe for new living space, resources a sources of energy. Through genetic engineering, the "Coordinators" were born. A new race with enhanced intelligence and physical capabilities. And they continued to increase in number. In the satellite mega-cities known as 'PLANTS' which they developed and operated, there were no artificial borders based upon nation or race. Among regular humans, or "Naturals", there were some who admired these "utopias," while others felt envy and resentment towards the Coordinators and their superior abilities. A friction resulted from these clashing views, leading to a certain tragic event- The year 70 C.E.- "The bloody Valentine". In due course, the Coordinator Alliance's ZAFT forces plunged into full-scale war. In response to the superior numbers of the earth forces-- ZAFT forces employed "Neutron Jammers," which nullified nuclear energy and blocked Radio transmissions and radar. This was countered with a new type of mobile weaponry known as the "Mobile Suit." (MS) Predictions that the earth alliance would stage a sweeping victory at the outset of the battle were proven wrong. And eleven months have passed by as the war dragged on...
Story, part one. Begginging-
The bloody Valentine incident is where the earth forces destroyed a Coordinator Space satellite. One girl on there, (I haven't thought of the name yet) has caught the eye of a guy on earth. He has been using his telescope for the past year that his dad gave him as a present before he went into the war. It's an old one, but it's powerful. He used it to scan the skies for fun. Then one day he saw the Satellite and out of curiosity put on a stronger lens and zoomed in. As he was looking around, a certain girl caught his eye. Since he didn't have a mechanical adjustor, when he moved his lens it would jerk and he lost track of the girl. But he kept on trying, and every day he tracked the movement of the satellite and watched. He soon learned the daily patterns of the girl. Eventually he saved up enough money from his job as a bar attendant to buy a mechanical mover so he was able to see everything without loosing track of her. Then one day, as he was scanning the space around the satellite, he noticed the danger. He saw it. He knew the utopia that the satellite was to all the coordinators was about to be destroyed. He had to make a choice.
(Name here, but I have figured out the last name, Halberton) was a scientist of sorts. He had developed a nuclear transporter. It can beam in on an object and transport them to the location the machine itself was at. But, as most people during the war found out, to even out the odds the ZAFT forces introduced a 'neutron jammers'. That device was used in battle to defuse any nuclear engines and cut off radio transitions and radar. So his machine would not work. Unless....
He had to act fast, time was ticking down. He had to replace the nuclear engine with a battery powered one. He might get hurt in the process, but it was worth it. He started to unscrew the cover, he put his hands in... but then, he stopped. He though to himself, "Wait, I made this machine to be compatible with a nuclear engine. If I put a battery in, it could fry the whole thing... It would take me years to rebuild it. I would not be able to reach Jupiter and back for so much longer... He weighed his options. But only for a second, he new time was not on his side today. So he did it. He switched his engines. Even though the battery for his room might not be enough, he did it. He put his pain and agony of his dream not being reached for so much longer into making it work, and he did it. He felt a small, un-usual, satisfaction when he closed it up. But he'd congratulate himself later. He took a close look through his telescope to see how close the danger was, and where the girl was. Luckily she was outside looking up, staring where he was just a second ago. Good, he though. This way it'd be easier to set the coordinates. So he did. He widened the circumference of the beam a bit 'cause he knew there'd be no second chance. And he took one last look to make sure she was still standing where she was, and hit the button. Nothing happened. But then the machine jumped to life, almost scaring his own out, and began working. He couldn't look to see how it effected the girl he was aiming at, 'cause he had to make sure the machine didn't fall apart. (He didn't have time to put back all the holders) And then he saw part of her. Through the glass of the holder the objects transport to. He saw part of her face, the scared and confused look on it. He had to hold himself back from opening it up right away, for it could do some damage to the object, or in this case, HUMAN, during re-mocularation. (Made up word) And after a few seconds, it was finished. He opened the glass tube, and she collapsed into his arms. At first he was a bit startled, but then he knew why. He had collaborated the machine to work on his body, a male body, which was of course stronger than a females. At least in this instance. He put her down on his couch, and made a separate bed in another room. He then put her there for her to rest, and went to his kitchen to make some food and get some medicine for her. He did not know how long it would take for he to rest, for the shock of see it coming, to her home, and then the transport collaborated on a males body, must have drained her quite.
But he decided to nurture her himself. He knew how people on earth hated coordinators, and the local hospitals would most likely do nothing. He'd have to tell her eventually. But for now he decided to let her rest in peace.
(End)
Chapter one:
He lay on his bed. He didn’t dream last night at all, but it was a restful sleep. He knew he had to get up and check on her. That was the caring thing to do. But he decided he had to wait a bit, figure out what he’ll have to do. He can’t keep her here forever, even if the hate for Coordinators on earth is now higher. After all, they didn’t even know each other. He lived on earth, and she was a coordinator on a satellite that was destroyed and would most likely start wars. But he pushed the thought out of his head. He knew it was foolish, but for now he could pretend that day wouldn’t come. For now he had to concentrate on the present. He go up and got dressed. And he checked in on her on the way to the kitchen. She was still asleep, but she looked better now. More at peace than before. Though it would not last long, he thought to himself. Once in the kitchen, he knew that the smooth road he had so far will now just get bumpier and bumpier. He was running out of tea, and he knew that the calming and nourishing medicine was soon to follow along with the normal shopping. But how could he leave her now? Would she wake up? What would she do IF she woke up? While all these questions were swirling in his mind, he heard a shuffling noise. So he took the tea he made and some toast to the bed room. He decided that he ought to knock first, so to avoid anymore shock. *tap, tap, tap* There was a pause with no sound. Then in a soft voice, “Hello, who is it?”
“May I come in, please? I have brought you breakfast…” Another pause.
“Ok.” That’ voice again, he never though it’d be so soft.
Opening the door slowly, he balanced the dish of food in his left hand.
She was standing there, near the bed. Her light orange hair was loose around her shoulders. She had a bit of a blank look on her face, though he doubted he’d have a different face if he was in her position.
“Here’s your breakfast,” He said, “please eat it. You need to gather up your strength.”
She took the plate. Then after a bite of toast, she looked up. And for the first time I noticed the dull green eyes. He never saw the color of her eyes before, since even though he had a powerful telescope, it wasn’t that powerful.
“What am I doing here? Where is my family? Who are you?” She asked .
“I will answer all your questions shortly, but first you need to finish your breakfast.” He said back.
She looked at me for a moment, and then went back to her food. I asked her if she wanted me to leave until she finished, but she asked me to stay. Then when she finished, I took her plate back to the kitchen. As I was going out, I left the door open an inch, and told her that she can come out.
I turned on the television to the news network. I asked her to sit down. I then proceeded to tell her that I saw the danger, and I saw her, and how I she got here, and where she was. For a moment she was a bit shocked that she was on earth, he gathered it must be the first time she’s been outside of here PLANT.
“What about my family, and friends?”
He just hung his head, and turned the TV set up a bit. He let her watch in horror at the disaster that could have easily killed her as well. But she did not breakdown and cry. She was a strong girl. But she did have a lone tear running down her cheek.
“Why did you choose me, out of all those others?” she asked.
He paused for a moment. How could he tell her the truth? She’d most likely think he was a pervert or something, and run off. And get discovered. And get killed…
No. He had to tell her the truth.
“I got this telescope from my father, before he went into the war.” He pointed to the telescope next to him by the window.
“I used it mainly for looking at the stars and PLANTS and stuff. One day I saw your satellite, and put on my zoom lens. And I saw you. I don’t know why, but I kept on looking at you. I don’t know if it was your stance, or your hair, but I did.”
He looked for her reaction, but there wasn’t much expression on her face. He figured she must be too worried about her life and everything else to think about a boy watching her.
“I guess I looked for you day by day. Then, I saw it… the danger. So my first thought was to get you out of there…”
Then he came to a discovery, it was his selfishness. He wanted to see HER.
“I guess I was a bit selfish, just to get you. But my machine can only carry one person at a time, and even if I wanted, I broke it getting you here, switching the energy source…”
He hoped she didn’t hate him now. But she was still trying to compute that the whole station, he life, was gone.
“I got more bad new, we’re almost out of food. I’ll need to get more, but I don’t want to leave you”
She put on a confused look, and I quickly explained that here on earth, everyone hated Coordinators. How it was dangerous for her to go out and maybe discovered.
“Wow. I never knew that. On the PLANT we all lived a sheltered life. I mean, we were told that naturals were envious, but I never knew that there was such hatred…”
This must be some news to her, he thought to himself.
“Well, I’m glad you’re awake now. Do you mind if I get some food stuff now? Will you be OK here for a bit”
“Yeah, I’ll be okay.”
“Do you want me to bring you anything?”
“Yes. I have some money, Earth money, I would like to buy some clothes and… um, other things.”
He realized that she can’t ware the same things over and over. Though he was a bit embarrassed. So he made a decision.
“Okay, right now you’re still weak. And it’s to dangerous for you when you feel strong, much more the way you are now. I’m gonna go buy some food and what else I can. You need to rest for now. If you need to use the bathroom, it’s right down the hall, first door on the left. After you rest up some more, we can both go tomorrow, if you feel strong enough…”
“NO!” I want to go now!”
“Listen, you’re still weak, and in shock, you don’t know what you’re saying. Please just stay in the apartment, and we’ll go tomorrow if you feel better, okay? Will you promise me that?”
“… Okay. I will.”
Good. That’ll take care of things for an hour or so.
He got the keys for his motorcycle, and walked out the door.
Fresh air. It felt good, after being inside the apartment for the past three days. He walked off his steps to the garage. He hit the button on his clip and opened the door. Sliding the cycle out, he also put on the little metal baskets he used if he was gonna bring home stuff. He got on and started it.
The familiar hum of the engine he put in himself calmed him a bit. He had to think.
He turned a left to go to the store. He decided even though he wanted to take the long way to get relaxed, he’d be better off not being gone too long.
Brrrrriiiiingggg! Bbbbrrrriiiiinnng! His motorcycle went zooming down the street. Most of the kids at school were envious of his motorcycle. Thanks to his mind, and his determination, he upgraded it so it’s more fuel efficient, not to mention cool looking too! He also made a few bucks fixing other people’s as well.
With the wind blowing in his hair in the dark, dry night, he was able to think. To make his plan. So far, he though up to getting her well, and secure. But he made it to the store. He parked his motorcycle by the yellow-painted curb, and moved it to a non painted one after some sense kicked him. He went inside the store, with *DING* of the doorbell, he entered the stuffy store. He goes here a lot. Unless he needs to get some better food, this is the store he does his food shopping at. He went to the aisles one by one, picking up stuff like beans, rice, bread, butter, and anything else. Then he brought it up to the cashier. He said he usual greetings with him, as always customers do with cashiers who know them from coming often. He paid, and took the bags out the door, with a *DING* it closed. He went by his motorcycle and loaded them onto the holder and anywhere else he could. He would not be able to relax and think on the way back, it’s harder to keep your balance with bags and bags on a motorcycle. He then slowly slid out of the parking lot, on the road when the traffic made an opening, and started to way home. When he got to his apartment he unloaded the bag and took the elevator to his floor. He put a few down to open the door, but it was already ajar. Hmmm, he thought. That’s weird, I was sure I locked it when I went out… Well, he went in and as he’s bending down to pick up the bags, he sees a picture on the floor. He pick it up to and starts to walk in, and freezes. The whole apartment looks like a twister swept through it. And there’s (Name of girl) in the middle of the room picking up stuff.
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If anyone can think up a good name, tell me. A typical anime name would be great.
Prologue-
The cosmic era (C.E.)- An age when the human race began to explore the universe for new living space, resources a sources of energy. Through genetic engineering, the "Coordinators" were born. A new race with enhanced intelligence and physical capabilities. And they continued to increase in number. In the satellite mega-cities known as 'PLANTS' which they developed and operated, there were no artificial borders based upon nation or race. Among regular humans, or "Naturals", there were some who admired these "utopias," while others felt envy and resentment towards the Coordinators and their superior abilities. A friction resulted from these clashing views, leading to a certain tragic event- The year 70 C.E.- "The bloody Valentine". In due course, the Coordinator Alliance's ZAFT forces plunged into full-scale war. In response to the superior numbers of the earth forces-- ZAFT forces employed "Neutron Jammers," which nullified nuclear energy and blocked Radio transmissions and radar. This was countered with a new type of mobile weaponry known as the "Mobile Suit." (MS) Predictions that the earth alliance would stage a sweeping victory at the outset of the battle were proven wrong. And eleven months have passed by as the war dragged on...
Story, part one. Begginging-
The bloody Valentine incident is where the earth forces destroyed a Coordinator Space satellite. One girl on there, (I haven't thought of the name yet) has caught the eye of a guy on earth. He has been using his telescope for the past year that his dad gave him as a present before he went into the war. It's an old one, but it's powerful. He used it to scan the skies for fun. Then one day he saw the Satellite and out of curiosity put on a stronger lens and zoomed in. As he was looking around, a certain girl caught his eye. Since he didn't have a mechanical adjustor, when he moved his lens it would jerk and he lost track of the girl. But he kept on trying, and every day he tracked the movement of the satellite and watched. He soon learned the daily patterns of the girl. Eventually he saved up enough money from his job as a bar attendant to buy a mechanical mover so he was able to see everything without loosing track of her. Then one day, as he was scanning the space around the satellite, he noticed the danger. He saw it. He knew the utopia that the satellite was to all the coordinators was about to be destroyed. He had to make a choice.
(Name here, but I have figured out the last name, Halberton) was a scientist of sorts. He had developed a nuclear transporter. It can beam in on an object and transport them to the location the machine itself was at. But, as most people during the war found out, to even out the odds the ZAFT forces introduced a 'neutron jammers'. That device was used in battle to defuse any nuclear engines and cut off radio transitions and radar. So his machine would not work. Unless....
He had to act fast, time was ticking down. He had to replace the nuclear engine with a battery powered one. He might get hurt in the process, but it was worth it. He started to unscrew the cover, he put his hands in... but then, he stopped. He though to himself, "Wait, I made this machine to be compatible with a nuclear engine. If I put a battery in, it could fry the whole thing... It would take me years to rebuild it. I would not be able to reach Jupiter and back for so much longer... He weighed his options. But only for a second, he new time was not on his side today. So he did it. He switched his engines. Even though the battery for his room might not be enough, he did it. He put his pain and agony of his dream not being reached for so much longer into making it work, and he did it. He felt a small, un-usual, satisfaction when he closed it up. But he'd congratulate himself later. He took a close look through his telescope to see how close the danger was, and where the girl was. Luckily she was outside looking up, staring where he was just a second ago. Good, he though. This way it'd be easier to set the coordinates. So he did. He widened the circumference of the beam a bit 'cause he knew there'd be no second chance. And he took one last look to make sure she was still standing where she was, and hit the button. Nothing happened. But then the machine jumped to life, almost scaring his own out, and began working. He couldn't look to see how it effected the girl he was aiming at, 'cause he had to make sure the machine didn't fall apart. (He didn't have time to put back all the holders) And then he saw part of her. Through the glass of the holder the objects transport to. He saw part of her face, the scared and confused look on it. He had to hold himself back from opening it up right away, for it could do some damage to the object, or in this case, HUMAN, during re-mocularation. (Made up word) And after a few seconds, it was finished. He opened the glass tube, and she collapsed into his arms. At first he was a bit startled, but then he knew why. He had collaborated the machine to work on his body, a male body, which was of course stronger than a females. At least in this instance. He put her down on his couch, and made a separate bed in another room. He then put her there for her to rest, and went to his kitchen to make some food and get some medicine for her. He did not know how long it would take for he to rest, for the shock of see it coming, to her home, and then the transport collaborated on a males body, must have drained her quite.
But he decided to nurture her himself. He knew how people on earth hated coordinators, and the local hospitals would most likely do nothing. He'd have to tell her eventually. But for now he decided to let her rest in peace.
(End)
Chapter one:
He lay on his bed. He didn’t dream last night at all, but it was a restful sleep. He knew he had to get up and check on her. That was the caring thing to do. But he decided he had to wait a bit, figure out what he’ll have to do. He can’t keep her here forever, even if the hate for Coordinators on earth is now higher. After all, they didn’t even know each other. He lived on earth, and she was a coordinator on a satellite that was destroyed and would most likely start wars. But he pushed the thought out of his head. He knew it was foolish, but for now he could pretend that day wouldn’t come. For now he had to concentrate on the present. He go up and got dressed. And he checked in on her on the way to the kitchen. She was still asleep, but she looked better now. More at peace than before. Though it would not last long, he thought to himself. Once in the kitchen, he knew that the smooth road he had so far will now just get bumpier and bumpier. He was running out of tea, and he knew that the calming and nourishing medicine was soon to follow along with the normal shopping. But how could he leave her now? Would she wake up? What would she do IF she woke up? While all these questions were swirling in his mind, he heard a shuffling noise. So he took the tea he made and some toast to the bed room. He decided that he ought to knock first, so to avoid anymore shock. *tap, tap, tap* There was a pause with no sound. Then in a soft voice, “Hello, who is it?”
“May I come in, please? I have brought you breakfast…” Another pause.
“Ok.” That’ voice again, he never though it’d be so soft.
Opening the door slowly, he balanced the dish of food in his left hand.
She was standing there, near the bed. Her light orange hair was loose around her shoulders. She had a bit of a blank look on her face, though he doubted he’d have a different face if he was in her position.
“Here’s your breakfast,” He said, “please eat it. You need to gather up your strength.”
She took the plate. Then after a bite of toast, she looked up. And for the first time I noticed the dull green eyes. He never saw the color of her eyes before, since even though he had a powerful telescope, it wasn’t that powerful.
“What am I doing here? Where is my family? Who are you?” She asked .
“I will answer all your questions shortly, but first you need to finish your breakfast.” He said back.
She looked at me for a moment, and then went back to her food. I asked her if she wanted me to leave until she finished, but she asked me to stay. Then when she finished, I took her plate back to the kitchen. As I was going out, I left the door open an inch, and told her that she can come out.
I turned on the television to the news network. I asked her to sit down. I then proceeded to tell her that I saw the danger, and I saw her, and how I she got here, and where she was. For a moment she was a bit shocked that she was on earth, he gathered it must be the first time she’s been outside of here PLANT.
“What about my family, and friends?”
He just hung his head, and turned the TV set up a bit. He let her watch in horror at the disaster that could have easily killed her as well. But she did not breakdown and cry. She was a strong girl. But she did have a lone tear running down her cheek.
“Why did you choose me, out of all those others?” she asked.
He paused for a moment. How could he tell her the truth? She’d most likely think he was a pervert or something, and run off. And get discovered. And get killed…
No. He had to tell her the truth.
“I got this telescope from my father, before he went into the war.” He pointed to the telescope next to him by the window.
“I used it mainly for looking at the stars and PLANTS and stuff. One day I saw your satellite, and put on my zoom lens. And I saw you. I don’t know why, but I kept on looking at you. I don’t know if it was your stance, or your hair, but I did.”
He looked for her reaction, but there wasn’t much expression on her face. He figured she must be too worried about her life and everything else to think about a boy watching her.
“I guess I looked for you day by day. Then, I saw it… the danger. So my first thought was to get you out of there…”
Then he came to a discovery, it was his selfishness. He wanted to see HER.
“I guess I was a bit selfish, just to get you. But my machine can only carry one person at a time, and even if I wanted, I broke it getting you here, switching the energy source…”
He hoped she didn’t hate him now. But she was still trying to compute that the whole station, he life, was gone.
“I got more bad new, we’re almost out of food. I’ll need to get more, but I don’t want to leave you”
She put on a confused look, and I quickly explained that here on earth, everyone hated Coordinators. How it was dangerous for her to go out and maybe discovered.
“Wow. I never knew that. On the PLANT we all lived a sheltered life. I mean, we were told that naturals were envious, but I never knew that there was such hatred…”
This must be some news to her, he thought to himself.
“Well, I’m glad you’re awake now. Do you mind if I get some food stuff now? Will you be OK here for a bit”
“Yeah, I’ll be okay.”
“Do you want me to bring you anything?”
“Yes. I have some money, Earth money, I would like to buy some clothes and… um, other things.”
He realized that she can’t ware the same things over and over. Though he was a bit embarrassed. So he made a decision.
“Okay, right now you’re still weak. And it’s to dangerous for you when you feel strong, much more the way you are now. I’m gonna go buy some food and what else I can. You need to rest for now. If you need to use the bathroom, it’s right down the hall, first door on the left. After you rest up some more, we can both go tomorrow, if you feel strong enough…”
“NO!” I want to go now!”
“Listen, you’re still weak, and in shock, you don’t know what you’re saying. Please just stay in the apartment, and we’ll go tomorrow if you feel better, okay? Will you promise me that?”
“… Okay. I will.”
Good. That’ll take care of things for an hour or so.
He got the keys for his motorcycle, and walked out the door.
Fresh air. It felt good, after being inside the apartment for the past three days. He walked off his steps to the garage. He hit the button on his clip and opened the door. Sliding the cycle out, he also put on the little metal baskets he used if he was gonna bring home stuff. He got on and started it.
The familiar hum of the engine he put in himself calmed him a bit. He had to think.
He turned a left to go to the store. He decided even though he wanted to take the long way to get relaxed, he’d be better off not being gone too long.
Brrrrriiiiingggg! Bbbbrrrriiiiinnng! His motorcycle went zooming down the street. Most of the kids at school were envious of his motorcycle. Thanks to his mind, and his determination, he upgraded it so it’s more fuel efficient, not to mention cool looking too! He also made a few bucks fixing other people’s as well.
With the wind blowing in his hair in the dark, dry night, he was able to think. To make his plan. So far, he though up to getting her well, and secure. But he made it to the store. He parked his motorcycle by the yellow-painted curb, and moved it to a non painted one after some sense kicked him. He went inside the store, with *DING* of the doorbell, he entered the stuffy store. He goes here a lot. Unless he needs to get some better food, this is the store he does his food shopping at. He went to the aisles one by one, picking up stuff like beans, rice, bread, butter, and anything else. Then he brought it up to the cashier. He said he usual greetings with him, as always customers do with cashiers who know them from coming often. He paid, and took the bags out the door, with a *DING* it closed. He went by his motorcycle and loaded them onto the holder and anywhere else he could. He would not be able to relax and think on the way back, it’s harder to keep your balance with bags and bags on a motorcycle. He then slowly slid out of the parking lot, on the road when the traffic made an opening, and started to way home. When he got to his apartment he unloaded the bag and took the elevator to his floor. He put a few down to open the door, but it was already ajar. Hmmm, he thought. That’s weird, I was sure I locked it when I went out… Well, he went in and as he’s bending down to pick up the bags, he sees a picture on the floor. He pick it up to and starts to walk in, and freezes. The whole apartment looks like a twister swept through it. And there’s (Name of girl) in the middle of the room picking up stuff.
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If anyone can think up a good name, tell me. A typical anime name would be great.