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"The Preventer Special Ops Vignettes"Written By: Dùlin View art for PSO Archive: This arc is archived on this site with permission. Do not reproduce it anywhere without permission. Disclaimer : Gundam Wing ? Not mine ! Not mine
! *whines* Why ? Rating: Mostly PG for the moment, for bad words, ratings may come up in future vignettes. Warnings: Original Character POV, bad humour, some yaoi implications, and slaughter of a paramilitary organization. Probably some violence and language as the arc develops, but nothing too heavy. A tad angsty too, but really, I'm doing this for fun and relaxation so be prepared for anything. Pairings : rumored, hinted at, implied, drooled upon 1x2, 3x4, 5xS and 6x9 Spoilers: probably some for the whole series Notes: This story is set as a canon continuation beginning in AC 201. The five G-boys, Zechs and Noin are all Preventers and elite members of the famous Special Ops. They are also instructors for the newest members of that elite team. The series will not really deal with personal relationships strictly speaking. It will follow the point of view of several OCs, with some exceptions, and mostly deal with how people would react to working with the boys. And mostly, it is supposed to be at least a bit funny. *runs away from her angst muse* Thanks : Karina, Cozzy Bob, Winged Kitty, MORgan,
Deb, Sakusha, and everyone who reads.
The Preventer Special Ops Vignettes Vignette #1 : Rookie Day
My name is Minako Isozaki. I am twenty-five, of Japanese descent although I was born in the Sank Kingdom and lived there all of my short life. I was just a kid when the kingdom was overthrown by the Alliance, and a grown woman when Queen Relena came back into power, even if for a short time. I went through the wars like everyone else, I think. Now don’t mistake me, the Sank Kingdom has known its fair share of hardness, but even in the hardest of times, it has always been a nice place to live in. The slaughters that took place here did not mar the beautiful landscape, even though the blood of those who fell is engraved in the stones forever. Now, the war, or more exactly the wars, have been over for four years. And I have been a Preventer Agent for five years, ever since the agency was created, and people started to recruit. I felt like I had done so little to obtain that peace that I needed to do something to help maintain it. I never regretted that choice and I love my work, but now, my life has taken a drastic turn. **** I applied for Preventer at the very beginning, when they were in dire need of agents. I was a bit of an outsider at the academy because I was one of the few who had very little military experience, if not none. But my entry ticket was my competence as a pilot and a mechanic. I spent about six months at the Academy, where I learned shooting, investigations methods and so on and so forth. Now the formation period is a bit longer, but at the time, they really needed people. I was still in the Academy when the Barton Incursion occurred, and I wasn’t called on duty. In fact, not a lot of people were called on duty on that one, and if I had known I was going to meet them one day … For five years, I did my share of field works, and of paperwork, it looks like it’s impossible to get rid of the mountain of paper needed by any administration to function. I arrested criminals, I investigated traffics and confiscated weapons. Not an easy ride, but by far the most thrilling thing I had done in my entire life. Of course, I had thought being a woman in what looked like a man’s world would be hard. Nothing was further from the truth. The head of Preventer is a woman, and so are most of the high-ranking official. It was Relena Peacecraft who convinced the President of the ESUN to give credits for the foundation of the Agency. And, to my surprise, most men are very easy to work with. Of course, it helps to be able to kick their ass on the training grounds, but anyway, derogatory comments are not allowed here. The ones who forgot it got fired so fast they must have been reduced to ash before they got their asses out of the door. So there I was doing my little job and hopelessly wishing to meet a handsome agent that would woo me and all. If you just knew how many of those splendid guys are gay … me and the other girls would spend days ranting about the injustice of it all, that all of the nice looking ones were either gay or taken. Anyway, one day, last year, I don’t really know why, I decided to take the admission exams in to the Special Operation Force, which is just called Special Ops (not Specials because it reminds to many people of OZ). The Special Ops were a very secluded group of agents. Most of us didn’t even know their names, and they were rarely seen at headquarters. They usually got the highly dangerous missions and none of us begrudged it to them, because those guys and gals were risking their asses every day that God made. But that little group had a kind of aura that made you want to be part of it. We were all secretly fascinated by them, and joining them was very hard. The tests were downright awful, and I swear to God I wished I had never decided to take them once I was in, because I think I lost about ten pounds just angsting over it. There were exams every year, and each time, they took about forty people. Half of them were rejected before the end of the first month, and only ten usually made it to the final stage. There were tales running around about the formation stage that were scary enough to make your hair stand. Imagine my surprise when I realized I had passed. Okay, so my record was flawless, me and my partner had established a record of resolved cases, and I had more than made up for my lack of formal military training during my time at the Academy. I even came out first in the shooting test, although I was sure everyone else was better than me. This is why I am standing here at attention in that big gym that I never had the right to enter before. About forty other people, both men and women, are standing just like me. I know some of them from the Academy, some others because I worked with them, and there are also completely new faces that I never saw before. We are the lucky ones who have been accepted this years, and our trainers are going to get in any time now. I am so scared that I think I could pee in my panties the moment one of them steps through the door. And from the looks on other faces, I am not the only one. **** We all learnt the names of our trainers about five minutes ago, when Colonel Une came and gave us a little welcome speech. It was very brief, and only admonished us to be ready for hard work, and that slackers would not be tolerated. That woman has always scared and impressed me. I remember seeing her on TV when she was still in OZ. She was one mean bitch at the time. Well, she still is, but not in the same way. I have never had to report to her personally, I was too low in the chain of command, but I have heard stories. She’s leading this place with an iron hand, and she doesn’t tolerate blunders. She is probably the best leader Preventers could have dreamt of, and a total nightmare at the same time. But most of all, she would protect us, her agents, at the cost of her life. She lost so much in the wars that I feel almost forced to respect her for being able to stand with her head high in the air like she does. And we have to prove that we are worthy of the trust she places in us, because if anything bad happens, she is the one taking the blow. And so, we learned that the instructors are the Gundam Pilots, plus Noin and Merquise. Well, not really surprising. Those guys are legends in Headquarters. You either adore them or hate them, but no one is indifferent. No one really knew what they had become after the second war, except that they had joined Preventer as a special unit. In fact, they were the first Special Ops unit, so that it was only logical for them to train the new agents. Logical, but not any less scary for us rookies. Because whatever experience in the field we had didn’t count much here. We were back to square one, back to being the lowest of the lowest. The price to pay to become a Special Ops Agent. Let me try and recall my memories, it will distract me for a while, and make me forget the knot in my guts. I never met Yuy, and only caught a glimpse of him on TV once, at a peace celebration. I got the impression he was a walking wet dream, which was confirmed by a shot I saw in a magazine later. And that’s pretty much all I knew about the guy. He was nicknamed Robocop by the very few agents who ever worked with him closely, and known for his injury record. The only reason Une kept him was because no one could do the job like him, and all of his wounds had been sustained when taking ‘necessary risks’. Somehow, I had a feeling that Yuy’s and Une’s definition of a necessary risk didn’t match mine. Maxwell was a different story altogether. The only one I saw regularly, because he often came down at the garage. He likes to work on his car himself, and even I wouldn’t dare touch it without permission. Not that I don’t want to, because my fingers are itching every time I spot his car. He actually talked to me once. Okay, that was to ask me for a tool and also were the toilets were, but hey, I am a single female, I am allowed to be a bit desperate when a gorgeous male opens his mouth to speak to me. Trowa Barton, nicknamed the Shadow. I am not sure even one of the agents around me saw him once. He’s on absolutely no official shot, and has apparently elevated the art of avoiding cameras to an art form. I don’t even know what he looks like, and I’ve never met an agent that ever got close enough to tell me. From what I heard, Trowa Barton is not even his real name. Most agents wonder if he really exists or if he is just a ghost. Quatre Raberba Winner. Difficult not to know him. Even more difficult not to drool on him. Seen quite regularly at headquarters, although it is invariably for long sessions in Une’s office. Probably the only person to have ever come out of this room with a smile on his face. I had no idea that sweet boy was a Gundam Pilot, and couldn’t begin to understand what he was doing here. He was still officially the CEO of Winner Enterprises, but everyone knew that some of his sisters did the actual managing while he worked here. On what ? That was a mystery. Chang Wufei. Just his name terrified most of the staff. I met him only once, the day he came to observe some martial arts practice in the common gym. He looked at each and everyone of us, a blank look on his face. Then, some pretentious guy tried to take him, because he looked so little, and Chang ended up mopping the floor with him before going out without uttering even a word. I had hoped never to fall under the scrutiny of that black gaze again. Oh, and he was downright gorgeous too of course, or where would be the fun in that ? Lucrezia Noin. She was back from Mars, and had been recruited into the Special Ops again right away. Again, because she was already one before she left for the Terra forming project. Some of the agents here still recall her from their own training days at the Lake Victoria Academy. She was an ace pilot, a gorgeous woman, and a very high-ranking officer, much to most of the male staff dismay. And married, too. Married to Zechs Merquise. Or Milliardo Peacecraft, as he was calling himself again. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to train with a man who had once threatened to destroy my planet, but do you even know what a woman will forgive when she sees that guy ? I swear most of the female agents were planning a way to murder Noin and take her place. Which would be completely hopeless, since numerous tabloids have searched in vain to find a flaw in their couple and never did actually find something. He had been the best soldier Oz had ever seen apart from Treize himself, and the only match for the Gundam Pilots at one point. So, you see, they were taking out the big guns. Impressive, but effective. We were all nervous, wanting to make a good impression and all, but how do you impress those people, honest ? They’ve seen so much already. Those guys never even set foot at the academy, but they never worked with plain agents, or not for long. They were far too good to be bothered with protecting less skilled people on missions, and they worked so well together that Une would have been stupid to try to give them other partners. But what scared us, really, was that we knew nothing about what was going to happen to us. Not to use a bad cliché, no one ever came back to tell us what it was like to work with those guys. It’s not everyday you get to cross ways with people who made history. Not to mention they’re not kids anymore now. Because they were barely more than kids when they fought in the wars, and when they joined the agency after that, but now ? Now I am a twenty-five-year-old woman, and I am really wondering why I put myself in that mess. Today my life changes forever. I vaguely wonder if I
am going to faint or something as my eyes wander around that strange
banner that has apparently been put here by the older Special Ops
agents, who are conspicuously absent, and that says ‘Rookie Day
: Welcome into Hell’. ~ * ~
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