Shin Hökoku-Kikan Gundam Wing

Episode 1: Surprises And Saves
Ikkyou Mo Tasukeru

*announcer* It is the year After Colony 198 and peace has flourished through-out the Earth Sphere Unified Nation. Fighting machines know as Mobile Suits are just memories of the Eve Wars. Now, order is kept by a governmental group called the Preventers...

Duo groans, slumping down to rest his head against his desktop. The other office personal keep on working, not even sparing him a glance. Just as the braided officer dozes off, a short, dark-haired officer walks in, heading straight towards him. The Japanese pilot smirks slightly, giving the braid a tug to wake up the dozing teen. Hiiro mutters something low to him, prompting the blue-violet eyes to widen, "n-nani?" Hiiro quietly explained the situation to him as he leads Duo to a briefing room. Inside, Lady Une has already started with the mission specs and gives Duo a cursory glare/stare. The American grumbles, taking a seat in the back as Une continues the briefing.

"Duo, dame da."
"Wh~at? I'm not DOING anything!"
"Humph. Duo no baka.... DUO!"
Quatre giggles as Wufei, whom happened to also be within eyeshot of the cockpit, gives a startled yelp and a thin trickle of blood runs from his nose. The Arab yells up, "Duo, I think he was referring to your piloting, not that..."
The transport straightens as Hiiro stalks back from the cockpit, grumpy as usual. A few minutes go by in silence, until Duo call back abruptly, "I'm bored..."
The other pilots sweatdrop as a wry, "Maxwell, you're always bored," echoes up from the seemingly sleeping Wufei.
The others just brace themselves for the longest 3 hours of their lives.
Fortunately, or in Duo's case unfortunately, an explosion followed by a yelp rocks the ship. Both Quatre and Hiiro are on their feet, each going a different direction as another explosion gives the ship a good tilt. Trowa quickly goes to the cockpit, close on the slight blonde's heels. Wufei and Zechs look at each other and shrug, heading, or in Zechs' case limping, off towards the mecha storage bay that Hiiro took off to.

Cursing vehemently, Duo wrestles with the steering yoke, trying to get the transport back under control. Quatre and Trowa rush in, the French pilot helps the American as the Arab goes over to the co-pilot's seat, flipping switches as lights blink on and off. A little blinking light draws an ever-so-rare curse from him, "Oh shit...." Duo pauses slightly in his attempted re-wiring of a panel he apparently crashed into, "What is it?" Trowa looks at him as the blonde answers, "We have incoming MS." All three exchange a look and run back towards the hanger, the transport hurriedly being set on auto.

"Hmph... They were right," she frowns as she watches the battle through binoculars. Narrowing her clear green eyes she hops on the motorcycle to her right, taking off towards the smoking debris.

"Hiiro! Are you alright? Damn it," Deathscythe's pilot angrily slashes at an enemy MS, "answer me! HIIRO!" As the loud American calls to Trowa for cover fire as her attempts to drag Wing away, the feathered mecha pulls itself into a strained crouch.
"Dame da. That is a negative."
"But Hiiro, urgh, Hiiro!"
Wing Gundam goes down again under the spray of fire. Duo yells out to him, his Gundam hacking his way to his fallen lover.
Quatre calls out to him, "Duo, wait, we have to pull back!"
"But Hiiro-"
"He'll be fine," the Arab eyes the email warily, "He'll be aright."
Grudgingly, the black Gundam pulls back, following the others in retreat.

* commercial break*

"Why did we just leave him?! I mean, yeah we were outnumbered and hurt and tired but," the braided pilot paces about the room angrily, "still, we should have atleast TRIED!!"
"Duo, calm down," Quatre starts.
"I CAN'T! Quatre how wou-" The American's rant dies off as Wufei gags him.
Zechs shakes his head and looks to the other blonde, "Any word from Yui yet?"
"No. I did get this though," Quatre announces as he passes around a print out that simply reads:

Gundam pilots, don't worry about 01, Hiiro Yui, he's and will live. Once I get him patched up, he's yours.
P.S. The Docs say hi!
The reactions varied from Trowa blinking to Duo muttering something into the gag, his violet eyes blazing.
Trowa lays a hand on the blonde Arab's shoulder, "When did you get this?"
"During battle. That's why I told you to back off, Duo," he stifles a yawn behind a hand, "Your attempt to rescue him would only impede whatever help we already received."
Zechs frowns, "Someone should tell Une." As everyone else turns to him, he raises his hands in mock surrender, "Don't look at me! I wasn't even involved!"
Wufei gives Duo a reproachful glance and hesitantly removes the gag. The American shoots Quatre a sharp look, "The three of us should. You, since you gave the order to high-tail it, and Tro and I since we were there."
The shorter blonde nods, "Good thinking Duo." He pauses as Wufei mutters a, "Last time this century." Quatre continues, "Maybe we should make some kind of a plan before we face her. While we do so, Zechs, Wufei, try to locate Hiiro and his 'rescuer."
The other pilots nod, starting off to their tasks.

"Urgh........."
The bandaged figure stirs slightly on the bed of grass. The long, seemingly blonde haired woman shift as she crouches next to a small fire, "So, you're awake. Wait," she turns her head slightly back towards him, "Don't move yet. You'll open your wounds up again."
Hiiro blink and looks around, then at her as she calls back, "You're 01, right? Hm, one of the Preventers' elite pilots... Code name and now seemingly adopted name, Hiiro Yui. I wonder what coulda gotcha..."
He closes his eyes, "Wakarenai (1)."
She turns to him, her loosely bound hair swings dangerously close to the flames, "Oh... I know you understand me but, just the same... Omae Yui Hiiro desu ka?(2)"
She snickers as his eyes snap open again as he abruptly sits up then groans. Smirking she turns back to what she was attempting to cook, "Don't worry. Your friends'll be here soon. I'll bet that Maxwell won't let you outta his sight for a while. Oh... hey," she turns back to him, "want some soup?" As he doesn't answer she shrugs, "More for me!" And takes a bite, burning her mouth.
Watching his mysterious, not to mention loud, rescuer eat, he asks, "Where's Wing?"
"huh? Oh, your mecha," she looks up, her green eyes glinting golden by the fire, "It's in pretty bad shape but. it can be fixed. And I'll bet that...." She stops, glancing up and smirks, "Well, your ride's here so, can't say you've been a good conversationalist or anything but, C-ya!"
With that she douses the fire as the transport lands and disappears off into the woods. Duo comes bounding down the ramp, straight to Hiiro as Trowa and Zechs search the area, the blonde's leg still in a brace. Duo murmurs to Hiiro, hugging the smaller pilot to him, "After I saw Wing... oh gods Hiiro..."
Wufei glances wryly at the Arab pilot then back out the viewport, "Maybe letting Maxwell go wasn't too bright..."
Quatre looks over at him, aqua blue eyes curious, "I don't think we could have stopped him. Why?"
"He's a little too... enthusiastic," The Chinese pilot comments dryly, "Looks like Hiiro's going to murder someone..."
"Not surprizing, not surprizing at all..."

*credit run*

*announce* After running across a new type of mobile suit. Hiiro, having been rescued by a mysterious young woman, is confined to base. Meanwhile the other pilots have been assigned various missions, most concerning either the terrorists or that pilot.
During one of these missions, Quatre finds himself confronted with a new, yet familiar mobile suit. On the next episode of Gundam Wing; The Fall Of A Flower

(1) literally, "I don't understand" (2) literally, "You're Hiiro Yui."