AC 195
New Edwards Air Force Base
She watched as Wing Gundam blasted away from New Edwards.
Smiling, she began to walk back towards a ruined mobile suit hangar.
/ So did Wing cause all this or were there others? /
As she approached the building, her body began to tense up.
Her started to take in the details, the collapsed joints of the plas-steel and the large pile of scrap metal.
/ No problems here. Everything is quiet now. I need to get away from here. /
She looked towards her gundam, but it was no longer standing in its place.
She shivered slightly; the guards had forced the new battle system into her mind when she was in cryo.
With the system had come commands on how to use OZ's new prototype suit.
It was built like Heero's suit.
Light, fast, and agile.
Now the suit was a scrap metal heap.
/ Slagged? That suit cost Romafellar so much. Why would it be scrapped? /
Suddenly it dawned on her, if she was the only one to know about the suit and the only one able to pilot it…OZ wouldn't want to her to have control of a suit like that.
She chuckled to herself, the idiots. Of course they would scrap something for not any good reason at all and then just not use it for anything.
" Some of the metal is still salvageable.' She thought aloud, ' It could take me weeks to fix it up unless I had a hydrogen gun."
" I can give that to you." A voice came out of nowhere.
A young man dressed in a combat suit emerged from behind to wreckage of a Leo.
He had auburn hair and sapphire blue eyes that pierced her soul.
/ Those eyes look like mine. Treize? /
"What are you doing here?"
" I came to attend the conference, but it seems your friend thought otherwise."
Even though she could not see him, the tone of his voice told her that he was smiling.
" Did you think I would have stayed there forever? Fool."
" Do you want the tools to rebuild that monster or not?" he replied coolly.
" Where?"
He pointed his finger towards a door on his left, and made a dash for it.
To her surprise, all the tools she needed were in the hangar storage room
" So, my daughter has become more of the warrior her mother was." Treize crooned.
" My mother was not and never was a true warrior. She disgraced my family from the throne and I intend to retake it."
" You sound like the Little Dragon who came to visit me, all full of your justice and righteousness."
" I think you have better things to do than lecture your dissident daughter on the values of life." She stated with an air of finality.
~*3 Days Later*~
" Central Plasma? Check"
" Plas-Skin? Check"
The gundam was fully functional once again.
In some ways, it remained the same and in other ways, like the fact the suit moved like a human.
Her rockets powered up and she began the checklist for liftoff.
Unknown to her, Trieze Kushrenada had remained on the base to see her complete her suit.
/ So little one, you have finally come home to me. /
The suit completed its warm up and blasted away from the ruins of New Edwards Base.
