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Warnings: angst, self-mutilation, swears in song, overall need to huggle and squeeze main character.
Quatre�s History: A Prologue (Music starts {pulse and music box}) Quatre is standing in a large field. A battlefield. The sky is dark and Quatre hugs himself against the foreign cold as it begins to snow. [Camera focuses on the blurry mass in front of the boy blurring him out] Snow begins to fall on dead bodies and the wreckage of mobile suits. The Sandrock stands a fuel and bloodstained sentinel against the sky. (Guitar riff starts) �Master Quatre, reinforcement troops coming from the south!� �I�ve got them!!!� Quatre cried, as he fired off the defensive missiles on the Sandrock. Each one hit their respective target. He reached forward and flipped the electrical switch that activated the heat shotels. He looked up and saw about ten enemy suits coming his way. Quatre felt an insane yell tear from his throat as he leaned forward against the Sandrock�s controls, sending the gundam forward into the swarm.
Come on, step inside [Scene fades to Quatre�s earlier years.] Quatre, about 13, is arguing with his father. �We can�t just sit back and let them randomly attack our colony! There is too much at risk!! We have already lost over one-hundred and twenty people!!!� �What will fighting gain us? Tell me that Quatre? What will we gain out of fighting back?� �Oh, right you�re a pacifist! Allah forbid you should fight to save the lives of the very people who look to you for protection!!!� �You are treading on dangerous ground, boy.� �I�m not just a boy! I�m your fucking son!!� �Quatre�� His father warned. �NO!! I WILL NOT QUIET DOWN AND LISTEN TO YOU!!! You�re letting the people of our colony die because you are a prideful pacifist! I�M GOING TO FIGHT!! IF YOU WON�T, I WILL!! I WON�T SIT BACK AND BE A WEAKILING!!� His father rushed forward so fast that he knocked down his desk chair. Quatre fell to the floor with the force of the slap, but he did not cry. His father grabbed him by his vest and pulled him off the floor and against the wall. �You worthless brat!! I�m trying to teach you a life lesson. If it weren�t for me you wouldn�t even be standing here right now!!� he hissed. He let Quatre go. Quatre ran to his room, with tears in his eyes.
Hey I�ve seen my worth Quatre is in his room. He knocks over a writing desk, crying and angry, feeling helpless and worthless. He paces around violently looking for something else to take his wrath out on when he sees and x-acto knife on the floor. He picks it up, rips open his sleeve, and cuts his wrist.
You really want me to be a good son, why? He watches the blood flow for a while then slumps against the wall, his wrath averted.
Let me strip the pain, let me not give in Quatre, now 14 years old, is sitting in a space shuttle headed for earth to take care of some family business that his father sent him on. He had argued with his father earlier and was still feeling the sting of his harsh words. Quatre tried to soften them by rationalizing, in his mind, how they may be true and how worthless he really may be, just a test tube baby. But deep inside him a rage slowly simmered to the boiling point ready to blow.
Your dreams never achieved, don�t lay that shit on me While he is thinking on this, an associate comes to him and tells him the shuttle is being held up. Quatre Shrugs it off and tells them to wake him when they get to earth. The associate is boggled. Suddenly, the shuttle jumps, and the realization hit Quatre that they are under attack, and he could die. He slowly makes his way toward a very tall man and asks if they will be releasing the shuttle sometime soon. The man looks at him strangely, the child seemed too calm. He then realizes who the boy is and tells Quatre to come with him. Quatre goes with him onto a larger ship that connected itself to the shuttle. The man, Called Rashid, turns on a communication screen and talks to Quatre�s father. Quatre and his father argue again. Quatre curses him, Rashid turns the boy around and slaps him.
Hey, I�ve seen my worth Troops race into the hull of the bigger ship, Rashid pushes Quatre to a stack of crates and hides him there. He rushes forward to fight off the soldiers. Quatre watched, horrified, as each one was mowed down by gunfire. Rashid takes him by the wrist and brings him on the larger ship. Quatre tells him that he wants to help fight. Rashid reluctantly agrees.
You really want me to be a good son, why? (Musical pause: music box and base) Quatre wanders into a space hangar. He looks over to one side of the room and sees a large mobile suit, a gundam. He continues to stare at it and walk around it. A kindly looking old scientist slowly walks out of a doorway and sees him. He asks Quatre if he is there to learn how to operate the suit. Quatre nods. (Music speeds up) Five separate pods fall toward the earth. One of these pods land in a desert. The Sandrock emerges and is instantly greeted by forty desert type mobile suits. Quatre recognizes Rashid�s voice over the radio and follows them into a battle. The battle is in the north, the far north, outside of his desert country�s home. You want me to be something I can never, ever be �Master Quatre, reinforcement troops coming from the south!� �I�ve got them!!!� Quatre cried, as he fired off the defensive missiles on the Sandrock. Each one hit their respective target. He reached forward and flipped the electrical switch that activated the heat shotels. He looked up and saw about ten enemy suits coming his way. Quatre felt an insane yell tear from his throat as he leaned forward against the Sandrock�s controls, sending the gundam forward into the swarm. You want me to be something I can never, ever be
I�ve seen my worth Quatre cut into the enemy mobile suits without his usual apprehension. He screamed with all the pent up rage he had against his father and his ideals, against the war, and against his own self-loathing.
You really want me to be a good son, why? The Sandrock walked through the fire on the battlefield toward the Maganac army. Four more mobile suits rushed after it. The desert suits were about to interfere, but Rashid�s voice over the radio stopped them saying, �he can handle it himself.� Dead bodies everywhere! A heat shotel lashed out and sliced one suit in half effortlessly. Dead bodies everywhere! Another suit right down the middle� Dead bodies everywhere! Then the last two at the same time. Dead bodies everywhere! Quatre gasped heavily and removed the sand goggles that he wore as a force of habit. He opened the cockpit doors and rode the cable down. (Music slowly strips down to music box and low hum) The sky is dark and Quatre hugs himself against the foreign cold as it begins to snow. (Music box only) Snow begins to fall on dead bodies and the wreckage of mobile suits. The Sandrock stands a fuel and bloodstained sentinel against the sky. |
