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nogginGundam W: Half Type
A Gundam Wing Ranma 1/2 crossover
Prologue:  Prophesies
Excerpt from Releena Peacecraft's diary
May 29,1905 AC   
It's been a month since my brother Zechs brought down Operation Meteor on
its knees and that accursed Treize had seized control, a month since the
last resistance against Treize's rule crumbled to ashes, a month since
Heero died but not before confessing that he loved me.  The remaining
Gundam pilots have formed an underground rebellion of sorts, making me
wonder if they have any chance of winning without mobile suits or advanced
weaponry.  Yet, what stuck to my mind for the last thirty days was not
Heero's confession nor was it his brutal execution, rather it was what Wu
Fei said before he helped me escape down the tunnels. It was about an
ancient prophecy that circulated in his Side before the war against the
federation.  He said that the prophecy mentioned something concerning new
human beings that could alter the form of their mobile suits at their very
whim.  I am most certain that these "Half Types" as they were called are
not the New Types, for my beloved Heero and I are New Types and we can not
alter form.  If these prophecies are true then maybe, just maybe, the
rebellion has a chance of wresting power from him, the bastard that
murdered my Heero, Colonel Treize, ruler of the world.

Nerima Ward
Present time

"Jeez Akane, I know you hate being my fianc�e, but that doesn't excuse
using chemical warfare on me." I screamed as I bolted out the dojo door, my
iinasuke racing behind holding in her hand what appeared to be a plate full
of mutated...undescribables, her face was fury itself.  "Chemical warfare?
How dare you insult my Omelets? I worked hard to make them and you're going
to sit there and en joy them even if they kill you!" she screamed as she
hurled the plate at me like an Olympic discus thrower.  One thing has
bothered me ever since that day when I appeared at the Tendos' doorsteps. 
I am a skilled martial artist... the best of my generation.  Why can't I
dodge Akane's Projectiles?  This thought echoed inside my brain until the
inevitable happened.... The plate of "omelets" hit, unfortunately I wasn't
the sole victim.... Mousse and Ryouga were about to launch a coordinated
surprise attack when the "thing hit us. Everything went white all of the
sudden and then darkness....  The first thought I had upon waking was that
this was gonna be one of those days....