(Okay. Well, I finally got over my self-made laziness and starting revisions. The basic plot and such didn't change. Mostly I altered wording and such, just so it didn't suck as much anymore.)

Rating: Pg-13
Summary: A battlefield is no different from a dance floor. Each movement is a step specifically made to finish off as a beautiful dance all it's own. But what of a serenade with no beginning and no end…?
Prologue: Forbidden Territory Of Lunar (Revised)

Kira narrowed his brilliantly tinted lavender eyes, the skin of his hands tightly gripping the formed controls of his Strike Gundam, as they flicked back and forth among the various directions that shots, aimed at him, seemed to come from. 'It is only this way because we have no choice.' His mental regrets instantly took a side seat to the battlefield laying before him, two small yellow beams cutting the dark expanse of space with near perfect precision to blast him from the stars. Never wasting a moment, he stirred his controls to shift direction and retaliate wit two shorts from his own laser gun.

"Is that all you have Strike pilot?" A snide voice cut through the still air of his cockpit, only enticing him further to focus and silence the pilot.

Kira clenched his fist but was glad they didn't know who he was and that he was once like them. A coordinator. He had been one of them. But he was now with the earth forces and would stay that way, even if it meant fighting against him.

Ever since he'd given his back to Zaft, Athrun and everything he was then just to side with Earth and the pilot of the Strike Gundam, Kira could still recall that his life hadn't been and still wasn't easy. Feeling his rage start to steal into him with the intent of controlling him once again, he shoved the past away. Nothing could be done anyone, not with the way things were.

"Kira! Don't stay still! You leave yourself wide open for an enemy attack!"

He blinked, refocusing his gaze to take a sweeping glance around him, a vague understanding of how long he had been stationary hitting him. The echo of his commander's voice rang with her hint of warning still rang in his ears as he nodded to himself. "Right!" He affirmed to her warning and quickly dodged as he saw a shot from one of the Zaft coordinators coming his way.

Athrun watched as Kira dodged the shots Yzak fired at him from his Duel Gundam and clenched the controls in his hands. 'You did this to yourself. If only you hadn't betrayed Zaft, and me...' The deep recesses of his mind always managed to stir his anger making his blood surge at the thought of his ex-friend's betrayal. He and Kira had met several times on and off the battlefield, the feelings that came up at their unplanned meetings, never stopping. They had been friends at one point and now they were trying everything in their power to strike the other down.

"Nicol" He out into his cockpit knowing his communicator was on, hoping to get a response from the youngest pilot. "Yes, Athrun?" The voice was soft but he never felt a need to doubt the power that the prodigy had and narrowed his eyes, formulating his plan in his head. "Surround the Strike!" He commanded firmly, launching himself in place to surround Kira as deemed necessary.

Kira shifted his normally easy-going gaze as he noticed the four Zaft gundams closing in on him. He pulled his laser sword out of his gundam's back ready to take them on, all at once if need be. A tiny shimmering glimmer made his grip on the control ease considerably as he noticed a fifth gundam closing the gap between them rapidly.

Athrun stopped as he noticed the Strike gundam had stopped moving. 'What are you doing Kira?' His ex-friend was no fool and the last thing any pilot, especially given the circumstances, would have completely stopped moving. All at once the answer he needed, rocketed and stopped still a distance from them.

"Athrun! Who the hell is that?" He heard Yzak's voice calling angrily as he fully turned his head to where the gundam had finally stopped, a distance away from them, gun raised, ready to shoot them all down.

"Halt! All of you are in forbidden territory!"

Athrun narrowed his eyes. There was something odd about that pilots voice but incapable of touching his finger on the issue, he quickly pushed it away to address the problem they presented. 'I didn't think there was a colony all the way out here. Only Zaft lives in space but were not in Zaft territory…'

"Commander! What's going on?" Kira asked thoroughly confused. He had the same questions and information that Athrun racked himself with, but again to no avail. 'Who would be living this far out in space?'

"Hold on Kira! Stand your ground but don't attack." He heard the voice reply before she averted her attention. "This is Lieutenant Commander, Murrue Ramius of the Earth forces leading the Archangel. Whose territory are we in exactly? I had no knowledge of a colony that was in this sector of space." As she spoke, her fingers unconsciously went to the small silver cross she kept underneath her uniform. It was habit she could never break, even now.

The reply came sharp and angry as if the question was not only stupid but it's answer, even more obvious. "Of course not! My queen never thought any of you would involve us in your war. But I knew better, so that's why she granted me permission to guard her kingdom's border's." The voice seemed to with each word, loose more of it's feminine aspect and simply take on the anger the pilot was surging.

'Her queen?' Athrun mumbled mentally to himself as he continued to stare at the gundam, trying to make sense of the unknown pilot's words. How could a place still be ruled by such a way of government, even now…?

Natarle glanced to the screen before she flicked her eyes up at her commander, not bothering to ask if her input meant anything for the moment. "Commander. We'll need to stock up and the archangel is going to need repairs. Why don't we ask for assistance at least till the archangel is fixed?" She suggested though even she wasn't completely sold to the idea. The rest of the crew slowly, and in their own time, all swiveled their hands to stare uneasily at her, but they all nodded in an agreeing motion.

"But what is the Zaft forces ask the same thing? Wouldn't we be setting ourselves up?" Sai asked as he adjusted his yellow tinted glasses, as per his usual habit when he encountered a hard situation.

Murrue bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as she stared at Kira and the Zaft pilots that would fire on him the moment the unknown pilot left. "We have no choice."

She admitted, submitting to the inevitable as she continued to stare at Kira. After a few ticking seconds of deep thought ran through her, she pointed a slender finger at Sai to signal him. "Patch me through to that Gundam, and that Gundam only."

Sai blinked slightly surprised but did as his commander asked as he was never one to question his orders. "Commander. Link established."

"Thank you, Sai." She said before glancing to the screen of the Archangel before her. "This is once again the Lieutenant Commander of the archangel. May you grant us permission to land long enough for us to stock up and make necessary repairs?" Her tone was obviously nervous and given the circumstances, anyone could she why. Never the less, she waited as silence once again elapsed over the communication line she'd had established.

After several long moments the reply came back as harsh and cold as one any human could ever spout from their lips. "No! Never! Get out of our territory before I open fire on you!"

Murrue scowled. It was about the answer she'd expected to her, but hoped not to. Hr patience was wearing increasing thin with each passing moment. But she was a woman of standing and had a standard to uphold so she controlled her anger as she began to try and reason with her as best she knew how "But if we could just-"

"No!" The pilot cut her off angrily, her voice laced with enough poison to kill them all should her fangs but touch them.

"Please we only need to stock up and repair the ship it shouldn't take long…" Her voice grew weak and brittle as she trailed off in a pleading manner.

"Of course. Please feel free to land in our air base."

Murrue blinked in confusion at the sudden change in both feeling and tone. "Who is this?" She asked when she realized it wasn't the pilot's voice she heard this time.

"This is Lisa Katz, Queen of the Silver Moon Kingdom. I grant you, your crew, and your gundam pilot permission to land on Lunar. My home planet."

Athrun shifted his eyes when he noticed the archangel turning it boosters on. "Athrun! I think they are landing." Nicol said as he watched the Strike pilot fly back toward the Archangel.

"Yes Nicol. I know," He muttered glancing toward the gundam who had stared this whole fiasco, fly toward the moon. 'They live on the moon?' The thought seemed much more bewildering than his original realization that someone even lived this far out.

"You and your organization also have permission to land and take care of necessary procedures." Another feminine voice, though much softer and refined than the first, spoke through his intercom effectively ridding him of his doubts as to what the Earth Alliance was doing.

Athrun, slightly suspicious at this, paused at the offering, but his eagerness not to let the Earth forces escape pushed the doubt aside for the most part. "You heard her, guys. Lets go. This way we can keep an eye on them and finish this when they leave." Hard emotion echoed through his voice at having been disrupted but things wouldn't end this way. With this thought forcing him on, he started off, his fellow pilots following him toward the moon. 'We aren't finished yet Kira. Not by a long shot.'