Author's Note: This is a rewrite of my old fic, which I am planning to scrap, and rename it under a new fic

Author's Note: This is a rewrite of my old fic, which I am planning to scrap, and rename it under a new fic. But first, I think you all should know what my old story was. It is called Sword that Cleaves Evil. I am also borrowing Stormwolf's opening intro for his prologue. Pairings that are conformed are Elzam(OC)x Flay, KiraLacu, AsuCaga, MirTolle, DearkaxOC(Whose name and appearance will make an appearance in later chapters), YzakShiho,MurueMU. And while this story's title has similarities to Flight of the Falcon, that's the entire similarities end (I hope). I do not want to seem to copy falcon's story or Stormwolf's though the events in this writing might have some similarities in them. OS I apologize beforehand if it turns out that way.

Flight of the Eagle

By steinerdavion2183

They were the best that the Zodiac Alliance of Freedom Treaty had to offer. The fourteen men and women were officially designated as a team by the last name of their commanding officer. This designation was rarely used. They were known better by a far fiercer moniker, by both their comrades in arms, and their enemies on the battlefield…the Gold Eagles. Whenever they fought, it was apparent that they did it with deadly grace and speed, much like the bird of prey they were named after.

Their leader was a decorated ZAFT veteran. Although he had born in Phoenix City, AZ, as a citizen of the Atlantic Federation, he was fiercely dedicated to his adopted homeland. He fought in the attempted blockade of C.E. 69, at Junius, and at the Battle of Yggdrasil as part of the team commanded by Rau Le Creuset. He was awarded the Order of the Nebula, and the title of "Supreme Ace" for his part at the Battle of Jachin Due, and it was there that he earned his nickname and thus named his team as well.

Elzam Zonbolt, the Gold Eagle of Jachin Due. At first glance he seemed to be your average, though rather athletically built 18 year old, 5'10", with platinum blonde hair. But when you look deeply into his twin pools of amber orbs, you will see that those eyes have seen far more things than a person his age would have seen. Those were the eyes of a battle hardened, seasoned combat veteran, one who has seen many battles, perhaps far too many. Many people said that he and his team-mates were invincible. Then the Battle of Endymion occurred and everything changed.

June 2nd C.E. 70, Endymion Crater, Earth Alliance Supply Base. 2245 hours.

"Damn! I am so killing Rau when we get out of this alive." Was the thought of Elzam Zonbolt's mind as he manoeuvred his brownish-gold CGUE into maximum speed, ascending rapidly, and descending with a spinning corkscrew moment to perforate a Zero into shreds, while using his machine gun to tear up three Moebius mobile armour with a wide sweeping burst.

We are gaining an advantage, but at this rate, people from both sides are going to be dead if the fighting doesn't stop soon.

"Eagle Lead this is Eagle Three, I am under attack, requesting backu…. ARRRGGHHH!!" The frantic message got cut off into static as Elzam gazed at the blip representing Eagle Three, Marcus Johnson disappeared.

"Damn, we lost Johnson this time! Eight, this is Lead. What got him, Leon?"

"It was a damn Zero boss, he didn't stand a chance." Came the voice of Leon Silvio, Eagle Eight and Elzam's XO.

"Damn it, that's three people we lost. It's time to get serious boys!" Elzam shouted, and then he followed up with an ascending wail. The hunting cry of a golden eagle was not a normal sound to be heard on the field of battle, though there were those on both sides who knew what it meant, and who was on the battlefield. In fact, one of them came through on his radio.

'All Right Gold Eagle, it's time for us to settle the score, once and for all!"

"I should say the same to you, Mu La Flaga. But you are right, only one of us will walk out of this alive!"

Elzam boosted his CGUE to full speed, becoming a golden brown streak towards the Zero as it deployed its wired gunbarrels. He shot forward, slicing away one of the wires, and shooting another gunbarrel out of action, even as he dodged fire from the remaining gun pods and the linear cannon on the Zero. While it might be true that his CGUE was the more manoeuvrable machine of the two, he knew that Mu wasn't called the best Natural pilot for nothing, one of the few who had the ability to use the Zero's armaments to its full potential, and it was evident that he was using all that he knew to keep the Gold Eagle on his toes.

Both men were now engaged in a dance of death, determined to end their personal war here and now. But fate had a different plan for both men, as Elzam heard his radio crackle to life.

"Lead, this is Eight. Radiation levels in the base are spiking higher and higher. I repeat, there is a phenomenal increase of radiation inside the base."

"Damnations! They wouldn't dare do this!! Eagles, abort on the double! Get the hell out of this place as fast as you can! Same goes to you, La Flaga! If you value your life, you'd better hightail it out here like a bat out of hell!"

Ignoring his eternal rival, Elzam kicked into high gear, putting on maximum throttle into his engines as he shot away in his CGUE. He then keyed the personal team frequency.

"Eagles, report!"

"Sorry Commander… we are enduring heavy fire here and we can't go anywhere. We're not going to make it!" Cried Leon.

"Don't you say that to me, Leon? Remember what we swore when I first formed the team? We are all going out of every battle alive, or we don't return at all!" Elzam roared over the speaker.

"You also spoke that even if just one of us is alive, and the others don't make it, we will live through that person. We want you to be that person Commander. Goodbye, Kommandant Elzam."

And with those final words, the Cyclops system activated, and entire base exploded in a flash of white light. Mobile suits and armours alike melted away like ice cubes in a fire, among the machines destroyed were 9 golden brown GINNs, with the black silhouette of a soaring eagle on it. Elzam could only watch and listen as his entire team died and heard their screams. He let out a final cry of anguish before the white light consumed him and all went black.

January 25th, C.E. 71, Orb Space Colony Heliopolis, 0538 hours.

Elzam gasped as he sat up on his bed, sweating profusely, and took some time to breathe and calm himself.

"It is that damn dream again… seems that life has a way of reminding me of my past in my dreams as well. Not that I care… that part of my life is distant history now." He thought as he got up from the bed and padded to the small mini kitchenette and went straight to the refrigerator and pulled out the small bottle of apple juice and drank it to help him calm his nerves further.

He then went to his bed, and sat on it, looking at the small desk beside it. There were three photos, each surrounded by a glossy wood frame. The first depicted the family celebration after he was awarded the Order of the Nebula with his family. The second was a photograph of him and his lost comrades, which he knew only one other survivor besides himself, and a certain blond haired tan man in a ZAFT redcoat. Last but not least, was the framed certificate that goes with Order medallion, which had an addendum that stated him as a 'Supreme Ace'.

He then grinned to himself. "I'd better get over to school. That old coot Kato's going to give me hell if I am late, even if this is my last day in this place. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I am going to miss this place. But if Patrick finds out that I am alive and well, all things are going to hell." He then started to get dressed, putting on a black t-shirt with a bald eagle's motif in front and a pair of blue jeans. He also strapped a set of throwing knives against his chest, which he covered by wearing a light brown jacket over his shirt.

He also retrieved his gun belt, and withdraws his gun. People who are familiar with old guns or are a gun nut would recognize is as a Rutger P345 Compact. On the belt was also a leather knife sheath, with a bowie knife as his means of close ranged combat. Last but not least, he took a long, European styled long sword, with an eagle's head as the pommel of the sword. Finally, he took the Order medallion, and placed it around his neck, hiding it beneath his shirt.

He packed whatever things that he needed, a few items of clothing, the photos, which held a very special meaning to him, and finally the sword as well, stuffing them into a light brown duffel bag.He went out and locked the apartment, gave the keys to the landlord, and started walking towards Morgenroete, the place where he worked, blissfully unaware that certain events that will unfold will return the Eagle to its hunt once more.

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