In the Distant Future, The Earth has been rendered uninhabitable and Mankind has reached the Stars…Humanity has become a widespread and prospered citizen of the universe, Colonizing the Cosmos from planetoid to artificial colony. But alas, the Galaxy was not without its troubles…
The year was After Earth 410…In the wake of brutal Civil War and revolts from the outlying colonies, the United Nations of Terra Collapsed, and the Earth lost to the Stars. In its stead, Republics, Commonwealths, Guilds, Kingdoms, Shogunates, and Imperiums rise and fall, But only Four Superpowers managed to fill the void…The Imperium of Ziebach, an Autocracy mirroring the Roman Empire, has risen to power, claiming one system after another and are poised to collect all under their Iron Fist. The Shogunate of Tokugawa, A Tribal Confederacy under the rule of the Ancient Dynasty of Tokugawa Ieyasu, has existed since before the fall of the UNT and is one of the Oldest of the Superpowers, and the only one to counterbalance the Ziebach Imperium. The Commonwealth of Anglia, a Constitutional Monarchy that while benevolent and Democratic, has a one of the most formidable MS Forces the Cosmos has ever seen, while year wise young in comparison to Ziebach and Tokugawa, it is still to be reckoned with. And finally there is The Merchants Company of Piratical Practices, a Guild of individuals’ hell bent on surviving by any means necessary, even if it means keeping one Superpower from conquering the other, using methods from warmongering to their bread and butter…Piracy.
The Year is After Earth 1000…The Superpowers are in the throes of a Cold War, waging Proxy Wars within minor independent systems for supremacy…Battles are Waged with Mobile Suits, The Key to Military Dominance…and the Citizens within the Superpowers and the independent systems get caught in the Crossfire…and because of that, this Cold War will soon get hot…The only hope for the Cosmos: The actions of gifted individuals and their legendary mobile suits called GUNDAMS…In the coming Chaos, these Pilots will Shake the Foundations of the Superpowers and Change the Course of history…If they can stay alive…
Prologue: “The Drums of War”
Thark
December 24th, 997 AE
3 Years Earlier…
It was cold…The Pilot began to see his vision returning, only to be met with darkness. Suddenly, he saw flickering lights and sparks all around him. As his vision came back to him, he found he was inside his Mobile Suits Cockpit. It appeared to be damaged and inoperable. He looked around to check himself and saw that his Cooling Suit was still intact. With that out of the way, he unbuckled his harness and punched a button under the console. Seconds later the hatch popped off and the pilot climbed out. As he did, the cold chill of Thark’s hellish winters slammed into his chest like a sledgehammer nearly sending him back into his trashed mobile suit’s cockpit. He looked around him as the winds died down. To his horror his comrades and their mobile suits were utterly destroyed. Some had single bullet shots to the cockpits at close range; others had sword wounds on their armor and pseudo muscle fibers. Some had green coolant fluid oozing out, while others had blue plasma discharge belching out of their damaged reactors. The pilot flinched when another mech exploded, smoke enveloping the machine and rising to the sky, as if carrying the pilots soul to the heavens. The pilot then looked up when he felt someone…some thing was looking at him…Standing before him, hidden behind clouds of snow was a silhouette, which dissipated when its eyes flashed…it was a mobile suit alright…and the pilot didn’t take long to find out which one it was…when the snow settled the V Fins of the Mobile suit were the first to pierce the clouds…followed by the rest of it…
“G-…Gundam….”