Wings of a fighter (Open to anyone)

[Lord Tariyami]

Intro
The vast emptiness of space calls to those who have the heart for battle. The year was 3029 and the earth colonies have created fighting suits of armor they named Gundam's, Same time in a near by space colony the blue prints for that same mobile suit are being used to create another set of Gundam's. The earth and space colonies fought over the said blue prints till a full blown war broke out now in the year 3032. The war is still raging and modifications have altered the original suit to accommodate the person that fly in it. Earth's suits have been named Fighter Gundam's for their ability to fight so loosely as if it was a person it self, were as Space suite are less mobile the fire power they have is unimaginable. One blast of their cannon and a entire colony destroyed they named these suits Gundam Wing for the blasters on the back of the suit looks like large wings.

Emptiness was all he saw nothing but the dark abyss they call space, Heero flew to where his next mission a far away colony under the attack of the earth federation. the site of burning debris passed him by as he got closer to his destination made him wonder if he was to late for his mission, upon arriving he saw the fight was still under way. "Zero, mission start" after his word were spoken the suits eyes lit up a bright yellow pulling his blaster gun from his back, he made his move charging in blasting any earth federation suit he came across. Maneuvering his suit like no other he dodged and moved past the small time solders his mission was the general of this fleet that attacked this colony. Coming up on the fleet stern he ran scans to find the signal that only a general would give off. Unable to find his target he continued to look moving to the front of the ship "Target has not yet been found" Speaking mostly to himself since he never worked with anyone. Finally at the front of the ship but still no sign of his victim he turns away from the ship and widens his search, his radar picks up on a faint signal out on the battle field. He flew with the greatest speed pulling he energy saber from his side fighting through those who would stood in his way.

Back on earth. Fire blazed all around, Building's falling apart and this was nothing but another day on earth. Tariyami walked the streets of neo-Baltimore nothing was the same as it was when he was a kid "Man this town got way better" He says to him self everyday to ease the pain of losing so much. The war took everything from him his family, friends, loves it didn't mater what it was the city claimed it all. The only thing he had left that no one could take was his will to fight. He signed up for the earth federation to fight and that's just what he did he did it so well that he earned him self high a rank and his own custom fighter gundam he named Ryu. Tariyami demanded that he stay on earth to protect his already destroyed home, Living on a military base he sometimes wonders off to explore what use to be his home. Since most of the war is held in space because of the suits that the space colonies use, cannot be controlled as well in the earth's atmosphere. The gravity alone makes it harder for them to move He spends most of his day's relaxing and working out with his suit Ryu.

 

[Silver-Sionnach]

Well I dun know if this is still being watched but, wth. Let me know if this post doesn't go with the world your creating
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Despite the fire’s that roared in the abandoned streets, a single woman was walking down the cracked sidewalk with a sack hung over her shoulder. Her attire being a noodle strap black shirt with the anarchy symbol on its front, cargo pants that were so big on her slender legs and waist that if not for her belt they would have slid off like butter, and a pair of army boots she had scavenged from a fallen soldier a few months back. Accessories-wise she wore a pair of cloth fingerless biker gloves on her hands and a purple strip of cloth she uses to keep her fiery red hair tied up in a high ponytail. Even so the several strands of her hair that is too short to stay back fall forward and dangle around the sides of her face to tickle her jaw in the wind. Her emerald green eyes were fierce with an uncaring expression washed over them. Like she had given up all hope but carried on simply for the sake of living. Her name was Lynn and she has managed to survive on her own in such a desolate place due to her advanced skills and knowledge in mechanics and technology. Living in an abandoned car shop/garage she has all the needed tools to forge together scrap metal and technological devices to help herself have some sense of ‘normal’ living, whatever meaning the word normal has anymore. She is now on her way back home from her “treasure hunt” in the heaps of garbage and crashed gundams. In the sack that was hanging over her shoulder was about half full of sturdy metal pieces, a few jars of siphoned gasoline and fuel, and a few computer chips.