Note: I have posted this fic before, but this time, I plan for it to stay up.
After the Eve Wars...
A Gundam Wing fanfic by Raberba girl
Introduction: "Eve Wars" - the name given to the series of battles fought in A.C. 195, so named because they took place on Christmas Eve. The battleship Libra was poised against the stars, ready to destroy Earth. The five young Gundam pilots were confronted by an army of mobile dolls, their movements masterminded by Dorothy Catalonia. The boys fought their way onto Libra, and Quatre confronted Dorothy, who challenged him to a fencing duel. Would she win with her mind enhanced by the ZERO system, or would Quatre win on his natural abilities alone? Quatre was wounded at the end of the fight, and he and Dorothy watched as Trowa, Quatre's fellow Gundam pilot, disabled the ZERO system. Trowa and Quatre made their escape, leaving Dorothy with some food for thought.
But what if things had gone differently? What if, as I wrote in an old, lost fic, Quatre and Dorothy had exchanged silent love-notes behind Trowa's back? What if they knocked Trowa out with a piece of machinery, driving him insane? What if they eloped, leaving Trowa to laugh maniacally and swear revenge...? That, dear reader, is the inspiration for this epic in silly humor.
Part 1 - A New Enemy
"Miss Une, ma'am!"
"Yes, what is it?"
"President of the Preventer Corps., ma'am!"
"What?"
"Lady of Peace!"
"What do you want?!"
"Former Colonel of the Treize--"
WHAM
Lady Une watched in disgust as her subordinate crumpled to the ground, then dropped her frying pan and bent to pick up the report he'd been holding in his hand. Her eyes widened, and she immediately whirled to punch in buttons on the telecomm.
"Sailor soldiers!" she yelled at the faces of the former Gundam pilots, Noin, Milliardo, etc., "We have a new enemy! LET'S GO!" She switched off the commlink and ran off in search of a crescent moon she could stick on her forehead.
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"What was that all about?" Wufei muttered in disgust. "Crazy woman, goes hysterical at the first sign of trouble. It's probably just some new faction with a stupid name that's blown something up so they can start a war and make a billion dollars selling new weapons, and only we, the heroic, powerful, strong, seemingly immortal, bishouneney Gundam pilots, have any hope of stopping them."
"Maybe," his wife assured him. "But then, maybe not."
Wufei turned to her suddenly, a suspicious look on his face. He continued to stare at her very hard until she put down her tea cup.
"What?"
"Woman, explain this to me again. You are dead. How is it that suddenly you are alive and well and sitting there drinking tea?"
"Oh Wufei, I have told you a hundred times," Meiran said patiently, though her eyes glittered with hidden irritation. "I didn't die, you only thought I did, because the tea you were drinking right before that battle had been bought from Quatre Raberba Winner, who poisons the tea his company sells, and so you were drugged and your brains were addled, and you thought I died, even though I really didn't."
"Oh." Wufei was silent, thinking this over, still frowning. Then, finally, he raised his head and said resolutely, "I do not believe you."
"Yes you do."
"Well, if you put it that way, I suppose you are right."
Wufei turned back to the commlink, and so did not see Meiran suddenly stand up and fell him with a swift blow to the head. Meiran ripped off her face, revealing another beneath it.
That of Trowa Barton.
Trowa laughed wildly, with a slightly demented edge to his voice, and gave Wufei a little kick. "Idiot! Of COURSE your wife is dead! Don't need this mask anymore, I have a hostage now! QUATRE! I TOLD you you would pay! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
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Lady Une - the crescent moon sticker blazing from her forehead - looked around the briefing room. Around the table were gathered Heero, Duo, Quatre, all forty of the Maganacs, Sally, Zechs, and Noin. There was also a strange man with light brown hair and forked eyebrows who called himself Lord Tres, but he was standing in the corner and nobody really noticed him.
"Are we all here?" Lady Une asked impatiently.
"No! My invisible friend's car broke down and he isn't here yet!" Duo yelled frantically. Lady Une glared at him, and he broke down into a grin as everyone else stifled snickers.
Trying to get back in control, Lady Une jumped up on the table and started pacing back and forth agitatedly. "Scouts, we have a problem. Our former comrade, Sailor Heavyarms, is threatening the peace of the Earth, and has kidnapped our dear Sailor Altron to use as hostage. We think he's after you, Sandrock." Quatre gasped, then burst into tears, then promptly forgot why he was crying and stopped. "We must stop him from threatening this fragile peace we have all worked so hard to build!"
"Um, Une? Why do you have a moon on your head?" Noin spoke up, and Une growled in irritation.
"There! It's off!" she snapped, reaching up to rip off the sticker and fling it away, "Is that better?"
"MINE! OW!" Duo and Quatre had both dived for the sticker as soon as they saw it flutter to the tabletop, and the act of plowing into each other had ended up giving both a good bonk on the head.
"All right," Lady Une continued, trying to ignore them, "Agent 04, what happened during your last encounter with our former Agent 03?"
"Oww...what?"
"Trowa! Your last encounter! What happened!"
"Oh. Well...it was on Libra. Dorothy and I dueled, and she stabbed me, and when Trowa was trying to shut down the mobile doll system, Dorothy and I sort of...well..."
"TELL US!" Une bellowed in his face, the sound knocking him out of his chair.
"We knocked him out and eloped! Okay?! You don't have to YELL!"
Dorothy suddenly ran in, waving something around in the air. "Quatre sweetie! You forgot your lunch!" She threw a picnic basket on the table, then sat down and joined the meeting.
"Has anyone besides me noticed that Treize is standing there in the corner?" Heero asked, pointing. No one heard him.
"We have to stop him!" Lady Une said. "Because he desires revenge on 04, I say we must sacrifice Quatre as a peace offering!"
"WHAT?!" Quatre yelled, but before he could say anything else in protest, the rest of the Preventers formed a screaming mob and dragged him out of the building.
Behind them the vid-screen flickered, and then Trowa's evil face appeared, a bound Wufei just visible on the floor behind him. "HAHAHAHA! Preventers! I have Wufei, your Agent 05! If you do not surrender right now and hand over the Raberba brat, I will kill him! HAHAHAHAHA!" The screen blinked out, as Trowa had obviously not realized he was speaking to an almost empty room.
'Lord Tres' stepped out of his corner. "Finally, they are gone... While they are distracted, I shall infiltrate this Preventer base and TAKE OVER THE WORLD! I am the legendary Treize Khushrenada! I was meant to rule! You will cower before me, slaves!" And with that and a parting villainous laugh, Treize swept out of the room, his long blue cape flapping along behind him.
to be continued...