I seem to be able to write good beginnings but am 
incapable of following up on them. (sigh) Well, here's 
my latest take on GW madness! C, C, and C greatly
appreciated as always, flames will be gatoutsued.
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	Lights flashed brightly as the alarm sirens shrieked 
out a warning. Yuuto banged his hand down on the panel. 
"Kuso! Yuzuriha-chan, can you PLEASE go tell Miko-chan that 
we�ve been spotted?"
	"Already here," was the slightly deadpan reply to 
his yell. Miko was hanging upside down on one of the ceiling support beams.
She looked a bit� cute, with her hair and 
ear-locks hanging down. She was in a black silk formal suit- 
THAT remained as immaculate as ever. 
	A gust of black wind, and she was standing behind him 
on the ground. "Tell Satsuki-chan to prepare Gundam 
Hellsbane- I�m taking her out on this fling."
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Gundam NewTypes- Wing Ace
A fanfiction by Sera-chan
Continued from GW Operation 4 onwards
All original Gundam characters are by their owners, and 
I�m too poor to be sued. X characters are by CLAMP.

	Satsuki, predictably, did not take this order very 
well. "What are you thinking of, Mikoto?! Hellsbane is one 
of the 8 ANTs (Advanced NewTypes)! We cannot risk her!" 
Beast rumbled in agreement.
	Below her, the Hanagami smiled, serene and calm. 
"Don�t worry, Satsuki-chan. The gundanium-diamondite 
alloy will protect her for the most part."
	"�" Satsuki didn�t bother to look down. "Very well. 
Gundam Hellsbane, preparing for ejection."
	With a quick grin of thanks, Mikoto ran out.

	Space was a vacuum, therefore any noise she made 
was effectively silenced, but she could feel the roar of 
the Mobile Dolls shooting towards her, armed and ready to 
attack.
	Hellsbane�s thermal scythe sliced through the 
darkness in an arc, its energy blade bright sapphire. This 
ANT had taken after the Gundam Deathscythe- one of the 
treasured OGDs (Original GunDam). 
	The cold of space froze the mecha debris solid 
even though the resultant explosion left the other MDs� 
armor glowing cherry-red. They cast around, searching for 
the vanished ANT-
	Too late. The blade cut all of them down in a 
smooth, practiced blow.
	Hooked into the main controlling area of the 
Gundam, Mikoto flexed her arms, the wires embedded in her bodysuit�s arms
and body swinging with every move.
	Satsuki had built this controlling compartment in 
the ANTs so that the pilot could control the Gundam most effectively; the
entire space was filled with pure oxygen, 
because fighting like this took up a lot of effort. 
	The oxygen only served to enhance the capabilities 
of the ANTs; instead of being a safety hazard, it was 
channeled down to fuel the engines of Hellsbane.
	The Gundam�s semi-sentient computer systems purred 
in elation at its first victory, wires crawling from 
various plugholes to stroke its pilot�s face and hair.
	"Yeah, we make good partners, don�t we, girl?" 
Mikoto smiled. Hellsbane knew the side of her that had 
nearly disappeared; she had shown it her darker, more 
feral side, the one that rejoiced fiercely in the battle 
and the victory. "Ninmu kanryuu. Heading back to base."

	They were Angels with another mission; Dragons 
with other motives than to watch the Earth self-destruct. 
They were there to change history.
	They were the Advanced NewType Gundam Pilots.
	History rewritten.

Like it, hate it, tell me about it! 
Any replies will be handled as politely
as the situation permits.

Sera-chan

--no sense of responsibility whatsoever-

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