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GW -- WIP fic
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phoenix_melody is pure concentrated awesomesauce. I would never have managed half the plot or that stupid article without her help. Thank you, dear. ♥
FAIR WARNINGS:
-I have a plot up until everyone is in the same place -- after that, it's all fallout, and I don't have a clue what will happen. I might write myself into a corner and the fic might die.
-The urge to write GW fic might die again.
--> there is a rather big chance I'll never complete this fic. You're warned.
Yay newtypes. And yay preventers. And yay slums and mafia lords.
Genre: Action/adventure/some romance
Couples: I dunno yet. Wufei and Heero are central characters; Duo will eventually get there; and also someone else of the female gender. Might be gen, might be yaoi-and-het, might be a foursome or might have people pair off, or one pairing and two lone guys, I don't really know. It depends what happens when they all get to the same place. So... Starting with 1+5, 5x?, 2+1, and then we'll see.
Prologue: AC 194
"Hm. Minimal brain activity..."
"What do you mean, 'minimal'? I thought she was dead. If she isn't --"
"She is, sir, she is. Those are only involuntary functions. Just neurons firing at random. We're going to keep the body on life support anyway; there's no telling how long the brain activity will last and the organs will probably fail again."
"Are you absolutely, absolutely sure there is no chance she might wake up? You know who she was. The only reason you are allowed to have her body--"
"She was pronounced dead on arrival, yes, yes. Penetrative trauma in the abdomen, internal hemorrhaging leading to liver and heart failure, vegetative state..."
"But your machines say she isn't brain-dead."
"... Sir... It doesn't mean anything. She might as well be. With that level of brain activity, and only in this and this areas, look -- there isn't anyone in here anymore. We're just preventing her body from rotting. ...I'm sorry."
"Ah... She chose her death, and chose it well. And through her sacrifice, we have found a new hope for this colony..."
"You may choose to see that she serves another hope now, sir. Her strength will go on."
"You don't need to sell the project to me."
"Heh. My apologies."
"Accepted. I won't waste any more of your time, doctor. You have an operation to prepare, and I have a funeral to see to."
"Of course, sir. I'll send you a report as soon as the analysis is complete."
"See that you do."
"Well, then. Wheel her in, Huang. Is the operating room ready?"
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Chapter 1: AC 199, February 12th
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"Catching up on the news?"
Wufei peered over the edge of his screen. Heero was navigating the rows of tables and computers to join him. It was getting late, but somehow Wufei wasn't surprised to see him still in the building. They were both workaholics.
"I feel like I'm reading a tabloid," he complained, glaring at the related articles with disgust.
Heero grunted in assent, and leaned a hip against Wufei's table, glancing at the opened windows on his screen. "You haven't watched the shows yet."
Wufei groaned. He hadn't yet fully recuperated from his months-long undercover mission, but he had a feeling the situation would have given him anticipatory exhaustion anyway. For a second, he almost regretted the jungle, and the guerilleros. They had been fairly uncomplicated, in their own, casually violent way.
"Let me guess. Paranoia, accusations of sinister government plots, vindicated crackpots, people accusing the government of not doing anything, but not even knowing what they want it to do, and more paranoia."
"And a new church that refers to newtypes as 'enlightened beings' and sees it as 'a sign that God is fine-tuning His children'."
Wufei massaged the bridge of his nose. This was starting well. "Any riots yet?"
"No. The population of colonists on earth is minimal, and on some colonies it was already a persistent urban legend; they're not as shocked."
Wufei arched an eyebrow. That was good. "People are reasonable? I'm surprised."
Heero gave him a sarcastic look. "An executive at Meyers Industries in Deutschland pushed a colleague out of a window, justifying it with the excuse that the victim stole a promotion from him via psychic espionage and sabotaging."
"... I... See. Jailed?" he asked for confirmation. He wouldn't be too badly surprised if some radical judge with an agenda had kept the man out of prison with half-baked extenuating circumstances.
"Murder is murder," Heero commented neutrally, in a way that made Wufei brace for whatever was coming next. "...Someone at the morgue took it upon themselves to leak an unauthorized test that reveals the victim did present the NT-genes."
Wufei's fingers went back to massaging the bridge of his nose. The trial was going to be messy.
"Family's been sent back to L4 due to vandalism and harassment. It isn't the only isolated incident that claims it was caused by newtypes, but so far it's the only one where the presence of the NT-gene was confirmed."
Wufei snorted. He supposed that finding a lab that could and would do unauthorized genetic testing wasn't all that easy, but he would be surprised if more people didn't end up being forcefully outed before the end of the month. "What a charming mess," he commented, sarcasm and unsurprised disappointment in his fellow man thick in his voice. "I'm glad it's not mine to clean up."
Heero smirked faintly. "Actually..."
"... It better not be."
Heero's smirk disappeared as if it had never been. Wufei gave him a suspicious frown, but the young man only responded with a bland look, as if he had no clue what Wufei was frowning about. "The two of us are to follow up on the leads you unearthed during your undercover stint."
"You're an ass, Yuy," Wufei muttered; when Heero arched an eyebrow at him, as if daring him to repeat, he just glared tiredly, and then allowed himself to smile a bit. He might, perhaps, in the middle of the guerilleros' crude locker-room jokes and merciless ridicule, have missed Yuy's elusive brand of stealth teasing a bit.
"Is there anything else in the news I need to know?"
Heero leaned toward the screen and quickly scanned the history. "Unless you're interested in animals rights activists or divorce scandals amongst the jet-set, no."
"Good." Wufei closed the windows and turned the computer off, and pulled himself out of his chair. His legs were stiff; he pretended they weren't, but from Heero's vaguely amused air, he hadn't managed to hide it completely. The time for friendly jabs was past, though. He gave his assigned partner a somber look. "Go get your files and follow me home."
He didn't need to say anything more. "Understood," Heero retorted sharply, all traces of amusement melting out of his eyes; three seconds later, he was striding out of the computer lab without looking back.
Wufei gathered his things and went to sign out. His reports on the activity of the Chinese guerilla and the numerous Triads involved in keeping it going had been detailed, and he had left no hard fact out of them. But there were still conjectures and strange correlations he and Heero were still reluctant to make official.
Things that seemed almost -- even entirely -- irrelevant, until you put together several affairs that shouldn't have had much of a direct connection, and started to get the first hints of a pattern. A pattern that wouldn't have meant much to a lot of people, but that meant a lot to a Gundam pilot.
It wasn't like Quatre Winner really needed to add a "crime lord" feather to his multinational cap, and there weren't that many other possibilities left.
Next.
Just so you all know,
phoenix_melody is pure concentrated awesomesauce. I would never have managed half the plot or that stupid article without her help. Thank you, dear. ♥FAIR WARNINGS:
-I have a plot up until everyone is in the same place -- after that, it's all fallout, and I don't have a clue what will happen. I might write myself into a corner and the fic might die.
-The urge to write GW fic might die again.
--> there is a rather big chance I'll never complete this fic. You're warned.
Yay newtypes. And yay preventers. And yay slums and mafia lords.
Genre: Action/adventure/some romance
Couples: I dunno yet. Wufei and Heero are central characters; Duo will eventually get there; and also someone else of the female gender. Might be gen, might be yaoi-and-het, might be a foursome or might have people pair off, or one pairing and two lone guys, I don't really know. It depends what happens when they all get to the same place. So... Starting with 1+5, 5x?, 2+1, and then we'll see.
Prologue: AC 194
"Hm. Minimal brain activity..."
"What do you mean, 'minimal'? I thought she was dead. If she isn't --"
"She is, sir, she is. Those are only involuntary functions. Just neurons firing at random. We're going to keep the body on life support anyway; there's no telling how long the brain activity will last and the organs will probably fail again."
"Are you absolutely, absolutely sure there is no chance she might wake up? You know who she was. The only reason you are allowed to have her body--"
"She was pronounced dead on arrival, yes, yes. Penetrative trauma in the abdomen, internal hemorrhaging leading to liver and heart failure, vegetative state..."
"But your machines say she isn't brain-dead."
"... Sir... It doesn't mean anything. She might as well be. With that level of brain activity, and only in this and this areas, look -- there isn't anyone in here anymore. We're just preventing her body from rotting. ...I'm sorry."
"Ah... She chose her death, and chose it well. And through her sacrifice, we have found a new hope for this colony..."
"You may choose to see that she serves another hope now, sir. Her strength will go on."
"You don't need to sell the project to me."
"Heh. My apologies."
"Accepted. I won't waste any more of your time, doctor. You have an operation to prepare, and I have a funeral to see to."
"Of course, sir. I'll send you a report as soon as the analysis is complete."
"See that you do."
"Well, then. Wheel her in, Huang. Is the operating room ready?"
--
Chapter 1: AC 199, February 12th
NEWTYPE GENES DISCOVERED!
Newtypes exist -- and now Science can prove it!
Researchers at L1 Jonathan Matheson Institute discovered a correlation between a particular sequence of genes on chromosomes 11 and 17 and the ability of test subjects to accurately predict unseen symbols on cards.
Test subjects were selected from Europe, Asia, Africa, and the L1, L3 and L4 colonies, ranging from age 25 to age 40. Earthborn and first-generation colonists were unable to accurately predict the symbols. In one out of ten second-generation colonists, accuracy rose by eight to fifteen percent. Of the third-generation colonists, more than one-fifth has 72 to 80 percent accuracy.
Test subjects who scored well outside normal parameters were all found to exhibit segments of this particular genetic sequence. The sequence was only found in three out of over 1500 subjects who achieved an average or below-average score.
Similar genetic sequences are suspected to be linked to test subjects' ability to anticipate movement, perceive emotional states, and locate hidden objects.
There was no significant difference in results based on age, gender, or level of education.
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"Catching up on the news?"
Wufei peered over the edge of his screen. Heero was navigating the rows of tables and computers to join him. It was getting late, but somehow Wufei wasn't surprised to see him still in the building. They were both workaholics.
"I feel like I'm reading a tabloid," he complained, glaring at the related articles with disgust.
Heero grunted in assent, and leaned a hip against Wufei's table, glancing at the opened windows on his screen. "You haven't watched the shows yet."
Wufei groaned. He hadn't yet fully recuperated from his months-long undercover mission, but he had a feeling the situation would have given him anticipatory exhaustion anyway. For a second, he almost regretted the jungle, and the guerilleros. They had been fairly uncomplicated, in their own, casually violent way.
"Let me guess. Paranoia, accusations of sinister government plots, vindicated crackpots, people accusing the government of not doing anything, but not even knowing what they want it to do, and more paranoia."
"And a new church that refers to newtypes as 'enlightened beings' and sees it as 'a sign that God is fine-tuning His children'."
Wufei massaged the bridge of his nose. This was starting well. "Any riots yet?"
"No. The population of colonists on earth is minimal, and on some colonies it was already a persistent urban legend; they're not as shocked."
Wufei arched an eyebrow. That was good. "People are reasonable? I'm surprised."
Heero gave him a sarcastic look. "An executive at Meyers Industries in Deutschland pushed a colleague out of a window, justifying it with the excuse that the victim stole a promotion from him via psychic espionage and sabotaging."
"... I... See. Jailed?" he asked for confirmation. He wouldn't be too badly surprised if some radical judge with an agenda had kept the man out of prison with half-baked extenuating circumstances.
"Murder is murder," Heero commented neutrally, in a way that made Wufei brace for whatever was coming next. "...Someone at the morgue took it upon themselves to leak an unauthorized test that reveals the victim did present the NT-genes."
Wufei's fingers went back to massaging the bridge of his nose. The trial was going to be messy.
"Family's been sent back to L4 due to vandalism and harassment. It isn't the only isolated incident that claims it was caused by newtypes, but so far it's the only one where the presence of the NT-gene was confirmed."
Wufei snorted. He supposed that finding a lab that could and would do unauthorized genetic testing wasn't all that easy, but he would be surprised if more people didn't end up being forcefully outed before the end of the month. "What a charming mess," he commented, sarcasm and unsurprised disappointment in his fellow man thick in his voice. "I'm glad it's not mine to clean up."
Heero smirked faintly. "Actually..."
"... It better not be."
Heero's smirk disappeared as if it had never been. Wufei gave him a suspicious frown, but the young man only responded with a bland look, as if he had no clue what Wufei was frowning about. "The two of us are to follow up on the leads you unearthed during your undercover stint."
"You're an ass, Yuy," Wufei muttered; when Heero arched an eyebrow at him, as if daring him to repeat, he just glared tiredly, and then allowed himself to smile a bit. He might, perhaps, in the middle of the guerilleros' crude locker-room jokes and merciless ridicule, have missed Yuy's elusive brand of stealth teasing a bit.
"Is there anything else in the news I need to know?"
Heero leaned toward the screen and quickly scanned the history. "Unless you're interested in animals rights activists or divorce scandals amongst the jet-set, no."
"Good." Wufei closed the windows and turned the computer off, and pulled himself out of his chair. His legs were stiff; he pretended they weren't, but from Heero's vaguely amused air, he hadn't managed to hide it completely. The time for friendly jabs was past, though. He gave his assigned partner a somber look. "Go get your files and follow me home."
He didn't need to say anything more. "Understood," Heero retorted sharply, all traces of amusement melting out of his eyes; three seconds later, he was striding out of the computer lab without looking back.
Wufei gathered his things and went to sign out. His reports on the activity of the Chinese guerilla and the numerous Triads involved in keeping it going had been detailed, and he had left no hard fact out of them. But there were still conjectures and strange correlations he and Heero were still reluctant to make official.
Things that seemed almost -- even entirely -- irrelevant, until you put together several affairs that shouldn't have had much of a direct connection, and started to get the first hints of a pattern. A pattern that wouldn't have meant much to a lot of people, but that meant a lot to a Gundam pilot.
It wasn't like Quatre Winner really needed to add a "crime lord" feather to his multinational cap, and there weren't that many other possibilities left.
Next.
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More now plz.no subject
But.
I never could say no to newtype stuff.
You're even making me read Wufei stuff and like it.
Evil.
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*rolls around in pretty Newtype-ness happily*Wee Wufei and Heero and cool powers due to genetic mutation! \o/ Also, Preventers-ness. You just may have hit all my soft spots at once...Adi
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Seriously, I miss GW fic with your style. =/ THIS MAKES ME HAPPY. VERILY.
♥
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You aren't buying it, are you.
*sigh* I'll just sit here and chew on my fingernails waiting for more when your bunnies cooperate.
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I guess that you can never be done with GW because GW's never done with you.
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i will sit here, among the masses, and wait for MOAR
>.>
<.<
Even if it never happens :D
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"Go get your files and follow me home."
Oohh la la ^_~
And it wasn't like Quatre Winner really needed to add a "crime lord" feather to his multinational cap.
...Whaaat?
Any motivation you need for it? Feel totally free to bug me. Cause this? Is already awesome and will be more awesome, I can tell *-* Nng!
Plus, writing more Wufei might mean more Wufei/Neji. I'm stuck and need inspiration for the man D:no subject
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*squeak* *SQUEAK* *SQUEEEEAK!* *attempts to break vocal cords with ultrasonic frequencies*
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Though. I might have formulated it wrong. Heero and Fei thinks it's probably a gundam pilot, and they doubt it is Quatre.
...That still leaves two of them. >___>
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Yes it goes on and on my friends!
This story makes me happy so far. I like the way you write Heero with his "I'm teasing you but I'm so subtly about it you have to stop and think to notice it."
People reacting badly to the existence of Newtypes doesn't surprise me at all. Actually, I'm really surprised that more fics don't address the idea.
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Quit making me babble!
On the other hand, you are giving me multiple excuses to use my new icon. ^_^ *luffs Porthos*
Anyway -- GW FTW! XD I can't believe your bunnies are sending you there. Almost makes me want to go back to some of my unfinished ideas and I wasn't even that prolific a writer! Gah, so poisonously good. X.X
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*wants more now plz*
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If I can make Wufei talk to me. Damn it. >:(
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Wufei & Heero interaction *__*
And it's kinda funny to see all these people being desperate b/c you are writting GW again and so we (me too of course, who am I to resist ?) just have to read it, beacause it is your work ! You're quite a celebrity indeed. =D
Let's feed these bunny happylly together ! ^^
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Fine start, warnings understood. I'm off to marathon Newtypes!