Foreword:
     Gundam Repent came to my friend and I during a study hall one day. We began writing this together at first out of boredom; at least until people told us it was good. Therefore, we continue to work on it, still out of boredom, but also in attempt to keep you entertained and to prefect the story while still having fun. Gundam Repent takes place in C.E. 71, the middle of the war. The characters, aside from the original SEED characters, are all taken out of our daily life, as is the humor. We love writing this story, as well as experimenting with it. So we ask of you, please, give us suggestions, make comments; we’d greatly appreciate it. I’m sure you’d want to move on, so enjoy the story!
~The Crownless

                                                Mobile Suit Gundam: Repent

                                  To err is human; to repent divine. - Benjamin Franklin

                                                   1 - January 24, C.E. 71
     “Come on Robbie, get up! You’re gonna be late for your date!” His mom said as she walked by the door and flicked on his light. “Ha ha, I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it.”
     Underneath his covers, Robbie moaned and turned away from the light. He could hear his mother in the next room trying to wake up his sister. His sister, he could tell, sprang up out of bed, cheered, and hollered about something. He was too tired to care about it and he closed his eyes once again.
     He was halfway asleep when Jessica came running in. Robbie always despised her in the mornings; she was always way too hyper.
     Jessica hopped on his bed and started jumping up and down at his feet. “Come on Rob! You got a date and I have an entire day to myself!” She screeched in a rather annoying way. Robbie mumbled something unintelligible and rolled over. “Now see? I told you not to be on your computer all night but did you listen? Nooo.” Jessica said as she climbed off his bed. She stared at her brother half asleep under the covers and grinned mischievously. Her hands silently found the corner of his covers. “Waaaakeeee up!” She screeched, yanking the covers off him.
     Rob mumbled something to himself and propped himself up on his elbows. “You’re lucky I won’t be here most of today, you know.”
     Jessica grinned and ran over to his dresser. She opened one of the small old drawers saying “Hmm..Let’s see..” She started digging through his clothes. “You’ll need some socks. Oh, and some clean undies.” She giggled and threw a pair at him, then went back to the dresser. “Oh! Oh! Wear your camouflaged jeans! I want some! Can you get me a pair? Pleeeeeeease?” She said, pulling out the jeans and holding them to her waste.
     Robbie laughed. “I’m not going shopping just for you, ya know.”
     Jessica frowned. “You suck.” She said, throwing the jeans at him. “Here, wear the black shirt with the cool green lizards on it.” She pulled out an old shirt from the bottom of a drawer, not bothering to pick up the clothes that fell out on the floor. “I like it, it’s one of my favorites.”
     Rob shrugged and stood up. He yawned and walked over to Jessica. He held out his hand, and Jessica pulled the shirt away, teasing him. Rob rolled his eyes. “Guess I’ll have to go shirtless then.”
     “Eeew.” Jessica whined, and tossed the shirt to him. “Hey, you know you shrug too much right?”
     He shrugged and turned out the door. Jessica ran past him and into her room. Their mother had gone downstairs, he knew because he could smell breakfast in the making. Rob sighed and walked into the bathroom. Everything was ready for him when he walked in. The shower curtain was drawn back and there was a towel on the floor. Washrags, three of them, red, blue, and green, were sitting on the side of the tub. The fan was droning softly when he walked in. Mom must have gotten it ready after she showered. Very rare. She doesn’t do that often, not since Dad disappeared on us. He smiled, turned on the shower, and closed the door.
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Rob was in the bathroom towel drying his hair when Jessica ran in. She had the phone in one hand and a half-eaten bagel in the other.
     “Yeah, he just got out of the shower.” A pause as she listened. “Well…” She said, looking Rob up and down. “He has pants on, but no shirt, and he’s drying his hair, and his hands are wet, so I don’t think he can come to the phone right now.”
     Oh god. Rob thought. She’s talking to Rachel. Rob took the towel off his head, shook like a dog, dried his hands, and walked past Jessica taking the phone out of her hands.
     “Rach?”
     “Rob?”
     “Hey.”
     “Hey.”
     “Sup?” He said trying to walk and talk over Jessica’s ‘Give it back!’ cries.
     On the other end, Rachel giggled. “Are you being mean to your little sister again?”
     “Heh, as always, did you even need to ask?” He leaned up against the railing and watched Jessica run downstairs threatening to tattletale.
     Rachel laughed. “I guess I didn’t really need to. I called to say Mark and Erika are meeting us at the mall.”
     “Alright.” Rob sighed. He moved from the railing and went into his room. “Who’s providing the ride?”
     “Whose ride?”
     “Ours.”
     “Oh. Um..Hang on.” She told him, and he heard her set the phone down. He put his own phone down and put on the black shirt laid out on the bed.
     “Rob? You there? Rob?” He heard coming from the phone.
     “Yeah, sorry.” He said to her. “Just pulling on a shirt.”
     “Ah.” Rachel said with a small laugh. “My dad says he’ll drive us. How’s eleven sound?”
     “Uhh,” Rob paused to look at the clock, it read 9:23. “Yeah, eleven’s fine.”
     “Great. I’ll see you at eleven then.”
     “Yeah cool.”
     “Bye Robbie.”
     “Later Rach.” He hung up the phone and decided to check his email. Setting the phone down, he moved loose-leaf papers out of his way and turned on the computer. It droned and hummed loudly, the thing was old and rather stupid for a computer. Rob waited as it took its time to load up, and opened his email.
     “Let’s see..” He said to no one in particular. “Junk, junk, junk, more junk..Junk?”
     A mail he received had no sender or subject. He sat there, wondering if he should open it or not. He did, it was just another ZAFT recruitment letter. Rob sighed. It’d be great to pilot one of those machines, a mobile suit, but his mother was so against war. He’d love to join; ZAFT could use all the coordinators they could get. His mother would have a fit though. “Cyrus 8 is a peaceful place.” He could imagine her saying. He closed the mail and deleted it.
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     It was 9:45 when Rob went downstairs. He was rampaging through the refrigerator when Jessica came up behind him.
     “You’re gonna be late!”
     Rob looked back briefly, and then went back to ransacking the fridge. “Jessica, it’s not even ten o’clock yet.” He pulled out a half empty jug of milk, examined it, put it on the counter, and resumed his raiding.
     In the other room, he heard Jessica flop on the couch and turn on their TV. There was a news station on, reporting about the arguments between Earth and ZAFT. He heard his sister groan and change the channel. The media has been over exaggerating ZAFT’s position lately.  He found himself finding Patrick Zala’s speeches annoying.
     Rob came in and sat on the couch with a bowl of cereal. Jessica was still flipping through channels, trying to decide on one. It was a station that showed old cartoons from before the colonies were around. The show airing at the time was Spongebob Squarepants. Rob groaned and took a bite of his cereal.
     When he looked up Jessica was staring at him. “What?” he asked through a mouthful of cereal.
     “There’s nothing wrong with Spongebob. And you know you’re not supposed to be eating on the couch!” Rob shrugged at her and went on eating. Jessica folded her arms and turned her attention on the cartoon.
     He finished and took his bowl into the kitchen. It was still only 9:57. Rob decided watching Spongebob would help the time pass.
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     11:00 came by and the doorbell rang. Rob said goodbye to his sister and mother and walked outside. Rachel was standing there at the doorstep. Her long blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. He looked her up and down, grinning. It was the first time this year she’d worn a red low-cut sleeveless shirt and a short jean skirt. “Hey hon.” He greeted her.
     Rachel blushed and looked at the ground briefly. She looked up and smiled. “Hey sexy. Did I mention you look good in black?”
Rob walked you and kisser her on the cheek. “And you’ve always looked good in red.” He said, slipping his hand around her waist as they started walking towards the car.
     Rachel laughed. “This isn’t getting in the way of anything, is it?”
     “Nah, don’t worry bout it. Let’s just have ourselves a good time. We’ll unplug the lamp first.”
     She covered her mouth with her hand, giggling, and slapped him playfully. “Oh, shut up!”
     He laughed and gave her father a short wave as he opened the back door. He smiled at Rachel and bowed. “Ladies first.” Rach smiled back and climbed in, Rob followed.
     Her father looked back and smiled at the two, his thick mustache moving with the expression. “Hey there Rob, what’s up?”
     “Hey, nothing much Mr. Heath. How you’ve been?”
     Mr. Heath turned around, putting the car in drive. “Been good my man, been good.”
     Rob nodded. “Cool. Thanks for the lift sir.”
     “Anytime.” Mr. Heath said glancing back in the mirror.
     “Rob, we’re gonna meet up with Erika and Mark at the food court. Erika just called and told me they were waiting there.”
     “Aright, sounds good to me.”
     “Oh, and Mark wonders where his CD went.”
     “Oh damn I forgot.”
     “Hey, potty-mouth.” Mr. Heath said from the front.
     Rob looked away from the mirror. “Sorry Mr. Heath.”
     “Just watch your mouth around me kiddo.” Rachel laughed. “If you two don’t mind, I’m gonna turn on the news.”
     “Sure, go ahead Dad.”
     Mr. Heath played around with the stations, getting a lot of static, until he found a news station. The reporter had just started up on a new subject.
     “There has just been a terrorist warning issued to the areas of Cyrus 8 and Crete 4. ZAFT scouts have confirmed the movement of ‘The Wulf Project’ in these areas. Special Ops are currently working to avoid any terrorist attacks on both colonies. We wish civilians remain calm and move about their daily lives, keeping in mind the closest shelter.
     In other news, Chairman Patrick Zala of the..”
     Rob tuned out the radio, staring at nothing in particular outside the window. Any terrorist threat would bother him, of course, but The Wulf Project in the area scared him. It bothered him that his father had been close to the leader, Don Wulf. Don and his father had been close friends and business partners after Don’s family had come to Cyrus 8 from Earth. The two started their own business, which gained military and government support and bloomed quickly.
     However, as tension began to rise between EAF and ZAFT, affecting naturals and coordinators, the two friends became tense. Wulf, being a natural, began to despise his partner very quickly. His father had gone out to dinner one night with Wulf, and never returned.
     Days later, Don Wulf and his family disappeared. The Wulf and Schneider business collapsed, their building scheduled to be torn down. As the destruction began, the bodies of Kim Wulf and her two sons, Todd and Elliot, were found in the basement of the main building.
     On that same day, an announcement was made concerning the emerging of a new terrorist group, The Wulf Project.
     Rob gritted his teeth, clenching his fist tight. His father’s body was never found, and Rob is one of the few who truly believe that Don Wulf is the killer.
     Rachel’s hand fell gently on top of his. Rob couldn’t look at her; he was trying to hard not to cry.