After a long hiatus, the final installment of chapter one is here, sorry
for the long wait (for those who did wait).  Well, On with the show....roll
'em!

By the way... C&C most appreciated
Special thanks go to my prereaders (who have not replied as of today
*frown*):
June AKA Karaohki, Libby Thomas, Wongster, Henry Cobb, Gary Kleppe and
Radler.

Gundam Wing: Half Types
Chapter 1c
Burning

OZ Sank Kingdom base
1300 hours

	The troops are enjoying their well deserved R&R, having conquered a rebel
outpost near Colorado, they returned to their base for a much needed
celebration.  Never mind the fact that most of those present in said base
were women and children, the fact that they sided with the rebels was
enough to warrant their execution, if they were lucky, if not, soldiers do
have their appetites, and as the saying goes..."To the victor goes the
spoils."  Some of the so called spoils of war were brought here, so that
they can be enjoyed more freely by the victors.  They partied on, with
little knowledge that this day shall be their last.

1305 hours
	Gran Toven is a Leo M2 pilot, a rookie who's kills average only 3 or 4 per
encounter.  Tonight, he isn't enjoying himself unlike his fellow pilots, he
is stuck on guard duty for failing to return to base with an intact Mobile
Suit.  Once every hour he checks the monitors for signs of enemy presence,
the radios for orders coming from the main command or for distress signals
from neighboring units.  So far all is quiet.
"I guess I could leave the tower for a while, that little slut I captured
near Nezaba is kinda hot for a thirteen year old, I think I'll have myself
a little fun." he thought as he quietly exits the watch tower.  Just before
he could set foot outside the tower Alarm Klaxons near the main monitor
began to sound, he quickly headed over to check and was surprised at what
he saw. "I gotta report this to the commander." He said to himself as he
hurried towards the quarters of Commander Munch, the officer in charge of
the station.

1310 hours    
	The commander was enjoying the company of a shapely young brunette
currently spread on his bed courtesy of several belts, slashes adorned the
young woman's body all made possible by the whip in the hands of the
commander.  Her pleas and whimpers failed to register in the commander's
twisted brain.  The urgent banging of his quarter doors caused the
commander to frown and get up from bed. He opened the door to be greeted by
the distressed face of Gran Toven.  Munch frowned "This better be
important, you are disturbing my recreation." Gran Toven straightened up
and saluted his senior officer as he stuttered and wheezed while relaying
his report.  Hearing about a single mobile suit heading their way, Munch
laughed as he back handed Gran.  "You fool, it is only one Mobile suit, go
and destroy it." he grumbled as he slammed the door at hapless Gran's face.

1345 hours
	Outside the base, Gran awaited his opponent, he snickered upon
recollection of his behavior a few moments ago, the commander was right, it
was stupid to be panicking over a single rebel MS. He laughed as he
imagined the scraps of junk the rebels call MS that he destroyed. He tried
to imagine what his coming enemy would look like as he observed the
instruments in his control panel. "Pretty soon I'll sample that young
whore." he thought.  In his minds eye he imagined destroying the enemy suit
and then afterwards enjoying the pleas of the young girl chained in his
bunker.  "This'll be quick and then I'll have some fun." he thought. 
Little did he know how right he was, moments later all that was left of his
Leo were ashes.

1400 hours
	Pandemonium reigned throughout the base as Mobile suits began turning to
slag, one by one.  Soldiers and officers alike were incinerated where they
stood by what appeared to be tendrils of fire.  The only ones who remained
untouched were the prisoners for soon nearly the whole base was engulfed in
flames.  And in its center stood a Mobile suit painted red and gold, it's
wings burned with what seemed like eternal flames, a blue aura surrounded
its exterior and on the left hand it wielded a beam saber.  Embellished on
each of it's shoulders was the Greek letter omega, usually connoted to mean
"endings".  Inside, in the cockpit a glowing woman sat, her eyes brimming
with tears, her right hand holding a locket as if it were a lifeline. Tears
began to fall as she silently whispered, "This is only the beginning
Aki-chan, Ranko-oneesan will repay OZ for what they did to you."  Her mind
suddenly recalled images of the past, of her holding a bleeding child in
her arms, rocking the child, trying to make her wake up, unable to accept
the reality that the child has gone to eternal sleep. And Ranma-chan
screamed, her voice filled with agony as she unleashed the pent up feelings
inside her... As the world around her burned.