| Disclaimer: We don�t own Gundam Wing. If we did, this would be the plot line and the whole series would flop. Summery: Colony L1A01, also known as the Lost Colony, has been missing since before the first Gundam War. But when the remains of the former OZ come to take over the colony, it�s up to the five pilots to save it. But can they do it by themselves? Or will people from Heero�s past have to help them? word denotes background info The Lost Colony Prologue The end, or the beginning? Heero rushed ahead of the portion of Libra, desperately trying to shoot it before it entered the atmosphere. He turned, and trained his Twin Buster Rifle on the mass of metal. His aim was being thrown around because of the pressure. �I will�� he muttered. His aim was shaking even more now, but he had to put it on Libra. He had to. For the fate of the world, and for them. �I will�� he trailed off again. He had to do it. They would never forgive him if he didn�t. �I will�� The shaking was now sending his aim everywhere across the screen. The ZERO System could do nothing for this. He had to complete this mission, then he could become himself again, not just a cold outer shell. �I will��his aim was almost there, almost. Suddenly, his aim got Libra, and blinked green. �I WILL SURVIVE!� he shouted as he pushed the button that controlled the trigger to his rifle. It shot a might earth-shattering blast, and Libra disintegrated into smaller bits. The pieces would break up in the Earth�s atmosphere. His mission was complete. He transformed into �Bird Mode�, and flew up back to the others. He could hear them cheering for him. Even Relena was cheering, despite the death of her brother. But to him, their praise meant nothing, for only two people in this world could understand what he had gone through to do that feat. And both of them were gone. L1A01 was the first colony ever established. Built near an asteroid with an abundance of Gundanium alloy, it was one of the first to create machinery made out of the nearly indestructible substance. L1A01 was also a prime target for OZ, who wished to take it over because the Gundanium there was relatively cheap. But soon, the colony was thrown out of orbit from an explosion, the cause still remains a mystery, and it was presumed destroyed when communications were ceased. But, the colony had been just slightly damaged, and to this very day it continues to orbit its asteroid. The remains of OZ have discovered the colony, and the plans for its capture are still going. But a mysterious mobile suit aided by two Taros� made of Gundanium alloy has stopped all attempts at the colony. OZ has tried with all it�s power to stop the suits, but to no avail. OZ is now planning an all out offensive force to stop the suits and take over the colony, but, what they don�t know is that their main enemy is a Gundam with a very special pilot. A very special pilot with ESP, which makes the pilot almost indestructible. �So, he did it after all?� a figure asked in the shadows of an apartment building. �Yup.� another figure answered, this one was sitting on a couch. The second figure leaned into the light, revealing a pale face with crimson eyes. Black bangs fell over her eyes in spikes, similar to the bangs of the boy who had just saved the world. She stood up, and walked into the light coming from the window. Her thin frame was complemented by a loose black tank top. Light blue jeans, short shorts, framed her long legs, and the ripped hems added to her looks. The tank top was tucked loosely into the jeans. Her black hair was in bun/ponytail, and the ponytail fell to her waist. She looked out her window. �Felicia, another war�s comin� soon. Very soon.� the pale teen told her friend. The other stepped out of the shadows, revealing a small girl, only 12. She had Moss Green hair that fell to the base of her neck. Her Prussian blue eyes matched Heero�s perfectly. Her small frame was thin, yet not as thin as her friend. She wore a loose blue tank top and a pair of jean shorts that were tight on her long legs. Her blue barrettes shined in the light, keeping her hair out of her eyes, well, all the hair except her spiky bangs. She was almost a carbon copy of Heero, except for the fact that she was female, and three years younger. �Cassandra? Where will the war happen?� Felicia asked her roommate. �Right here, on L1A01.� Cassandra replied. She looked distaining out the window. She sighed a long and heavy sigh. �C�mon, Jason will want to know what has happened.� Cassandra walked towards the door, her black sneakers making no sound on the carpeted floor. Felicia followed her, her own blue sneakers silent as well. Cassandra and Felicia walked down the long halls of the colony�s main life support building. Felicia walked into one room to tell Jason what happened, while Cassandra broke into a jog towards the mobile suit hanger. She suddenly bumped into another person, and the two ended up in a pile on the floor. Cassandra sat up, and was about to apologize when she saw who she had bumped into. She was starring into two hazel eyes that belonged to a boy her age. His sand colored hair had a middle part and the hair on either side was gelled into spikes. He had slightly tanned skin, which just made him even cuter. Cassandra was at a loss of words. �Um�hi.� she managed to squeak out. He smiled showing perfect teeth. Cassandra soon got back her bearings. �Sorry, about tripping you, I wasn�t looking where I was going.� �Neither was I, so I guess were both to blame.� he answered. He stood up and offered Cassandra his hand. Cassandra took it gingerly, and he helped her up. �My name�s Michael Gorbatchev, what�s yours?� he asked, shaking her hand. �Cassandra Zandi.� Cassandra told him. �Named after the princess of Troy in Greek mythology, the prophetess of doom.� she added with a smile. �Are you by any chance a descendant of one of the Russian President that ended the Cold war with the US President Ronald Regan?� �Yes I am.� Michael told her. �And you can call me Mike.� �So Mike, are you new? I haven�t seen you around before.� �Yeah. I�m supposed to help with the colony�s defense grid.� �Hey, that�s on the way to where I�m going. Follow me.� Cassandra motioned for him to follow. Cassandra threw him a reassuring smile. Mike wore a white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He was wearing white sneakers, which like hers, made no sound. �So, do you pilot a MS?� she asked, trying to start a conversation. �No, I�m much better at defense grid work. To tell you the truth, I couldn�t pilot a suit if my life depended on it.� He reddened at his last statement, and gave her a small smile. She chuckled. �What do you do here?� he asked. �Well, actually, I do lots of things. I help with the defense grid, and I also pilot one of the suits that protects the colony. I also do various espionage mission, and I often hack into OZ�s systems to see what they are going to do next.� she answered. �Wow, that�s a lot.� �Not for me, and besides, Felicia helps me with a lot of the work.� �Felicia? C.J.�s mentioned her.� �Oh! You must be C.J.�s guardian! He�s a really great kid. He works hard and he�s been such a big help.� �Really? It also sounds like he has lots of fun here too.� �He does, he and Felicia get a long great. Well, here�s the main room for the defense grid. See ya later Mike!� Cassandra called as she ran to the hanger. He waved back and silently slipped into the room. <Why is my heart pounding?> he thought. Cassandra ran all the way to the hanger. Once inside, she climbed into one of the suits, though we can only see it�s outline in the shadows. She sits in the cockpit, and presses a few buttons. Her chest heaves up and down, though it�s not from the running. �Why did I feel all funny around him? I�ve been around tons of guys, so what makes him so special? I mean, he is kinda cute, but, I�ve met a lot of cute guys. What�s wrong?� she asked herself. Suddenly, the answer hit her. �Computer, run a scan on my brain waves and chemical reactions.� �Scan complete.� the computer answered. Cassandra looked at the results. Nothing was out of place, yet. �Something�s different, but what?� Cassandra poured over the scans, over and over again, but found nothing. She relaxed, and did her customary check-up on her suit. A.N.: Interesting. Methinks Cassandra likes Mike but, I don�t know. E-mail us writers so we know if you like it, kay? If you don�t we�ll get sad. 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