Phase 00- prologue
February 14, C.E. 71,
Junius Seven
The clouds of Junius Seven blocked out the artificial sunlight, if just barely. On
Earth one could sit back and watch the clouds, imagining them taking the shape of any object they desired. But not on the PLANTs, no, up here is space. Everything was fake, produced by special equipment, and made by coordinators. All for the benefit of the people of Earth, the smug people who viewed coordinators as enemies of their very existence. But all that was behind them now, as the PLANTs had gained their independence from the oppressive Earth.
Still, some like Vecha Tryst missed the crashing of waves against the sandy
beach, and of course the mysterious shapes of the clouds. Still, despite the fact that they were artificial, he couldn’t help but lean back on the grassy plains and allow his emerald green eyes to scan the sky, watching the clouds pass overhead. He would run his hands through his smooth, black locks of hair and imagine being on the Earth.
At the young age of fifteen Vecha’s mind always wandered outside of reality.
Most of his teachers at the mobile tech. academy were disappointed in his progress, even his own father couldn’t sway the young man to take up an interest in politics. To Vecha both subjects were useless, mobile suits were unnecessary, their would be no war between the PLANTs and Earth, and young Vecha had no intention of becoming a greedy politician, like Murruta Asrael, the leader of blue cosmos. If he could Vecha would spend the rest of his life in this exact spot, watching the clouds pass by along with the rest of his life, but this is not destiny’s plan. Like a leash destiny pulls you in the direction you are meant to take, not often does one stray from the path laid before them.
Even now, as the young coordinator lay back peacefully on the grassy meadow,
destiny sprinkles its seeds of chaos, in the form of a small nuclear strike force. For one could see destiny as a cracked window, every hair-line crack is intertwined and every point, with the slightest nudge, could shatter. This is Eternity, the plan laid out by the universe long before the dawn of mankind. All things that happen are meant to be, they cannot be changed. They have already happened, and even now they are continuing to happen, and endless cycle that will never stop unfolding, not after the final hour of mankind and certainly not before.
Now as Vecha slowly drifts away, deep into his strangest day-dreams, destiny
unleashes its Armageddon upon the world. Vecha sits up, the change in his environment obvious. The wind has stopped and the music of the birds silenced. All that is left is the silent roar, Vecha cannot tell if this feeling comes from within or if it actually is happening. Suddenly the artificial lighting becomes brighter, he shrouds his face with one hand in an attempt to see through the light. He cannot, for beyond the flare of light is nothingness. In an instant the wind returns as a vile hurricane threatening to toss the coordinator aside like a ill-tempered child and his toy. The ground shakes and begins to fall inwards, the very ground he stands on becomes a sink hole. In the distance fissures open along the wall of the PLANT, the violent wind picks up, in a desperate attempt to save himself Vecha clings to the grass, only to torn away along with him.
Up he goes now, the wind throwing his body across the fields landing at first with
a crack, splitting several bones along his collar. Vecha feels himself slipping out of reality as his body is made air born casually tossed aside with the rest of the debris filing out of the colony. Rocks race past piercing or damaging his flesh, Vecha attempts to scream out but no sound is made in twilight between the colony and the vast opening into space. The colony behind him now shudders and shakes, explosions ripping along the walls, everything the great PLANT stood for, gone. A blinding light from a nuclear detonation seared Vecha’s vision, shockwaves tossed him about further. He turns one last time to see his home before the cold darkness of space fully takes him. A large chunk of shrapnel rips across his line of sight, Vecha makes no attempt to brace himself, he knows there is nothing he could do. One last surge of pain runs through his veins before he fully succumbs to the nothingness.
This day would come to be known by all as bloody valentine, the day the world
celebrates love is the same day it declares unconditional hatred upon its enemies. 12,406 coordinators killed effortlessly in the blink of an eye. Only one survives. For destiny has a different fate for Vecha Tryst…
Cosmic Era 74
The war between the Earth and PLANT (Productive Location Ally on Nexus Technology) that continued for a long three year period finally came to an end after the battle of revelation crater and the requiem. Under mutual agreement a treaty was eventually signed at Orb, between Cagalli Yula Athha and Lacus Clyne, newly elected chairman of PLANT. Pledging once again to accept each other and strive for peace, thus forth the Earth Federation and PLANTs began working for unity between Naturals and Coordinators. The world had finally regained stability, but tensions began to rise as a new organization called Ellipsis, taking advantage of the unstable condition of the world, set into play a plan that could mean the end of everything…..
Gundam Seed Eternity
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