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(I am cross posting this from a fanfiction website I wrote this at. Everything is intentional. This can probably give you an idea of what I think of fan fiction)
Curing the Cold Frozen Heart of Space, With Magic
Unkown years before Colony 195, 2 days after the crash.
Planet Earth, Somewhere in Scottland.
Gregori Kamorov's head was feeling grogy and he was very confused. He was lying down for some reason and everything hurt. He slowly opend his eyes and saw a tall old man dressed very strangly standing at the foot of the bed he was in. He was in a large stone room that looked faintly like a hospital, but this was like no hospital he had ever seen. What had hapened? Where was he?
Afgter Colony 195, On the day of Operation Meteor.
Outside Colony 666, Deep Space.
While most of Operation Meteor was kept a serect the piolets eventually found out each other existed, their was however a sixth piolet. He was the best of them all. He was trained from birth far more rigorusly then even Hero Yuy. He was ment to be the leader and handly every posible mission that came to him. All this training made him very distant to other people, this only made him seem mysterious and intresting however. He was considered rather handsome as well, with the strong Russian fetures of those who colonised his home many years ago. He had fair pale skin and dark red eyes that captured anyone who stared into them, with grey hair that had a soft glow to it. He was rather tall and lanky for his age, but was very toned and strong. He was however too focused on his mission to notice or care about other people or what they thought of him. He was a machine, trained for one purpose.
His Gundam codenamed Frozen Pick was by far the best of the ones built. It even had a prototype Zero system. Gregori could handle it. It was by far the fastest too and could get in and out of danger in no time. All This however did not help the day of Operation Meteor.
"Gregori, can you hear me?"
"Of course I can you idiot."
"Oh, Thank God! There was a comunicay black out. Greogori something is wrong."
"I've noticed. The sensors have go bereserk. What are you going to do about it?" He said calmly.
"I dont know. I have never seen this kind of abnomaly before. I have been trying to run calcualtions on it, but the computer is shooting back nothing. I tried to warn you but the blackout made it impossible. ...You are going to hit it. I'm sorry Gregori. I truely am."
"I always hated you Vladamir."
The last thing Gregoru remembered was a flash.
Back to unkonwn years before Colony 195.
As the old man stared down at him, Greogir noiticed something. The air, it didn't smell artifical. It was too foul smelling. "I must be on Earth. Thank god that idoit Vladamir did something, maybe I'll have to thank him for once. Except I must have crashed. Where is my Gundam? I must have been captured". The man above him must be wroking for OZ. Even though Gregori felt incredibly weak, he shot up in a split second and grabed a tray next to him. He was attacking the strange bearded old man in a spilt second after that.
"I mean you no harm" Said the old man
"Ya right OZ scum"
Then the old man brought out a stick and pointed at Gregori. Thinking nothing of it he attacked anyway. A burst of light and Gregori was out cold, a mistake he would never make again.
"Take him to the specail wing, I want to talk to him still. Please make sure his restrained next time"
3 Days later
Gregori lied in bed strugling to get out of his restraints. "there learning". The old man was there, sitting camly in a chair across from him. His grey eyes staring at him over a pair of out of fasion glasses.
"Sorry for the precations, but you caused quite a ruccass last time"
"You can't hold me forever OZ zcum"
"That was never my attention, nor am I part of this 'OZ' you speak of. We are merely here to help you and find out what the little incident 5 days ago is all about. My name is Albus Dumbaldore and I am the head mastster of th Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Can I know yours?
"Hogwarts? Witchcraft? You are insane you old fool."
"I'll explain, but first your name."
"My name is Gregori Kamorov. Why am I here, what is this place?"
" Like I said this is Hogworts. It is a school for those gifted in the magical arts. Normaly we would not let a mugle no of our exsistance, but this is an unusual surcomstance. A few days ago you fell from the sky in sometype of man shapped machine. We barely manged to get you out alive young man."
"Where is my Gundam!"
"Is that what it is called? I have never seen such a thing before, and I have seen a great deal. It has been put away, it was badly damaged."
I need to see it"
"You will my boy, in time. Can you tell me what happend?"
"NO" He said frimly.
"Why not?" Dubaldore said with a hint of curiosity.
"Very well then"
"What is this with magic? I don't beleve a crazy story like that for a second. Only a senial old fool like you would think such a thing is true, and why did you call me a mugle?"
"Sorry to have offended you in any way. A mugle is what the wizarding world calls non magic users like yourself. And believe me, magic is very real."
Albus stood up calmy and removed a wooden stick from his sleeve and gestured slightly to the chair is was just in. It rose abovre the ground with no strings attached. Gregori was amazed. He had never believed in such things, yet here it was in front of his eyes. It ws the same stick he discounted eairlier, the one that brought him down. HE needed to have this power, he needed now that his Gundam was broken
"I would like to learn your ways" Greogori almost demanded.
"I think that can be aranged. There is something special about you. I think we were supposed to train you. Greugori, what I am about to tell you will shock you, please be ready."
"Nothing can shock me, I am Gregori Kamarov"
"Your coming was told to use a long time ago by our resident mystic Sybill Trelawny. It was forseen that a metal man would fall from the sky and bring the true chosen one from the future. I think that boy is you"
"The future? I thought this place was just esentic, is not this the year after Colony 195?"
"No it is the late 20th centery"
"How...How could this have happend?"
Just then he thought back to the day of the operation. To the incedent. Did something beside crashing happen when He entered the anomoly? Did he somehow go back through time and space? How will he get back? Even with the powers he can gain at the school, can he use them againts OZ to complete the mission?
"I don't know, but there is something we can do. Wizarding kind has delt with time travel for many years, we have ways. But this is harder, and extreamly dangrus. We can send you back to the time from which ou came, but it will take many moons to get the proper things. We also need you, Gregori Kamorov, the true chosen one to help save us. There is an evil wizard knon as Voldamort, and he needs to be stopped."
"That is what I do" Gregori said cofendently.
"Good, good. I am glad to see you are taking this so well. In order for you to learn the wizarding ways, you will need to stay here. We however need a cover story for you. You seem to have a slight Russain accent"
"That is where my forfothers migrated from"
"Good, I think I have an idea. You will pretend that you are a stranfer student from Durmstrang, another wizarding school, and live here."
"If you say so, then I am fine with it."
Gregori was glad the old man was so acmidating, it lets him use him better to achive the goal of getting stronger.
"Where will I stay?"
"there is an opening in the house Gryphandor. You will be staying there. I will have a student show you around when you wake."
The walk to the place Gregori would be spending a large amount of time in was ominous. It turned out that the stone hospital room was located in a large castle that now looked very strange in the dark. Lights trickled through windows to show that upon the walls were paintings, but something was off about them. They moved, and Gregori knew this place was different than normal, and would adapt accordingly. A man they called Filtch was leadiung him, followed by a cat. He was a crickety man with an air of smugness about him. Gregori didn't like him, then again he didnt like anyone. After some time of going through what seemed like a maze of passages and hallways they arived at a paining of a sleeping fat women.
"The password is 'awesome'... kinda like you. Ahem." Filtch said and left. Leaving Gregori wondering what to do.
'Awesome?" Gregori said tenitavly.
All of asudden the painting woke up and said "Password accpted...Hey you are a new one, I haven't seen you around."
"I just transferd from Durmstrang maam"
"Well, what good manners. You are such a cutey, cmon in. The boys dormatorys are on the stairs to the right." She said and let Gregori in while she smiled. Then closed up after.
The dimly lit room Gregori walked into seemed to be a common area for the students. It was filled will tables and chairs, and lit by several fireplaces. It would have seemed inviting to a normal person, but not Gregori. He didnt dwel on such things, he only lived to carry out his mission. Which is why he was here, to train and to get back to his own time. Gregori didn care that he was supposedly the real chossen one or that the wizarding world was in danger. Once he could leave, he would go back to his own time a defeat OZ. He knew that OZ couldnt be defeated with out his extream expertease and skill. he had to get back, for the good of the colonies.
He climbed the stairs to the bed rooms and found one that was empty, with a pacage placed on top with his name on it. On eather side of the bed were boys fast asleep like the rest. They were a red headed peson and all he could tell abou the other was that he had an white owl in a cage for some reason. Inside the package was a set of what aperd to be robes and a note from Dumbldore telling him they would help him fit in. Knowing that he would need rest Gregori decided to go to sleep like the others.
Tomorrow the training starts. Tmorrow night, he finds his Gundam.