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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Tragedy,
apocalypse, End of the World Pairings: None Summary: They
were in space when it happened. Someone had initiated Operation Meteor.
Now, they were left to deal with the fallout. "Fallout " The colonies were in an uproar. Emergency disaster protocols were put into effect, Martial Law initiated. Someone had triggered Operation Meteor. Colony L4 3991 was sent on a collision course with Earth. It was an extinction level event. The impact struck with the force of ninety megatons of TNT, causing a crater that was three thousand miles in diameter. It boiled away lakes and oceans and caused the Earth's crust to crack, triggering massive quakes and volcanic eruptions. The entire planet was now completely covered with smoke and ash with occasional explosions disrupting the thick clouds. The remaining colonies probed the atmosphere and beneath, looking for any signs of life, but it was a fruitless endeavor. What the blast and subsequent quakes didn't kill, the toxic gas and ash would suffocate any remaining forms of life. All reports led back to the same conclusion. No survivors. Every living thing on the planet was either incinerated, crushed from the shifting plates of the Earth's surface, or were snuffed out by the poisoned atmosphere. Even plant life had been destroyed. The Earth was uninhabitable. Soon, the demand for who was responsible spread like wildfire from one colony to the next. Heads were going to roll. And roll they did. The head of the ESUN security committee and staunch supporter of the scrapped military project had pressed the button. He was executed, publicly, via a televised event. "This is our fault," said Quatre, who sat at the conference table with his head in his hands. "Quat, it's not our fault." Duo tried to reassure him, though he was having doubts himself. "How is it not? We were a part of that -" "We were against that!" Heero sat in the corner and for the first time in his life, fidgeted. He drummed his fingers on his knee in agitation, staring off into space. He was in shock. They all were. "The information was too easily accessible. We should have destroyed it." "It was classified above Top Secret!" Wufei spoke up. "And even then, it was accessed. Yuy's right. The documents should have been destroyed." He turned and punched the metal wall, leaving a sizable dent. "Stupid!" Duo leaned his head back, eyes blinking back tears. "Too late to do anything about it now. The worst has already happened." Two years later... The five of them set down on the surface of the cold, barren wasteland that was once a planet full of life and thriving civilization. The atmosphere had cleared some, but was still toxic with residual gas. They stepped out of the craft, in full protective spacesuits and looked around, taking in the still smoking remnants of New York City. Quatre bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt, sifting through it with his finger. "The soil's still radioactive. It's still too early to terraform." "It'll take a few more years for that. But we can begin rebuilding," said Heero. Duo kicked away what looked the remains of a car bumper. It broke apart instantly, collapsing into a pile of dust. He gazed up through the hazy sky at the sun, still dim through the thick, soupy air. "How does one rebuild a planet?" "One day at a time. It's the best we can do." "You guys realize we're the first people to step foot here since the fallout." Heero nodded, "Yeah. So let's make it count."
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