Peacetime. Pretty boring now that it's here. I never thought a normal life would be so dissatisfactory. Oh well, I guess. At least there's one good thing about it. Ar. Quatre's adopted sister, and the most amazing person I've ever known. She sparked that bit of life in me that died...that part I covered up with the jokes, the games, that fake laughter. I didn't have to fake it around her. The moment I heard those three little words, eight letters...I felt as though I'd been reborn. When those dreams started, she noticed, unlike everyone else.
Anyway, before I go on for pages and pages about that girl, let me get back to what I intended to write about. Two months ago, the Gundam pilots reprimanded a secret weapon from the Federation: the fifteen-year-old "daughter" of the Japanese Ambassador, Redairu Nanashii. We'd been keeping tabs on the short tempered girl for a while, until we found the chance to, well, steal her - kidnap is such a harsh word. We later found out she was an android - born human, but implanted with computer systems after she was diagnosed with brain cancer. Well, maybe I should start at the beginning. This should make for a good story, afterall.
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"We have a visual."
"Heero, is this girl really that important?"
"Think about it, Duo," the Chinese pilot stated as he hopped down into that underground facility. Duo only lifted his hands up behind his head, eyebrows raised. "Why would an ambassador's daughter be shipped to such a rundown colony such as this - to a souped up military base during a war, no less?"
The long-haired American pondered that a while, before shrugging. "I think you're all just a little too paranoid. Come on, Wufei - it's just a girl, afterall."
"What was that, Maxwell?"
"Ack!" He leaped forward and spun around to face Quatre's sister, Ar. He still couldn't get over how much it was like looking in a mirror - same height, same hair - and considering he was wearing street clothes, they were practically dressed the same, too. Heck, she nearly had the same eyes as well. "Eh-heh. On, nothing..."
"What did you find out?" That was Heero. Mr. Perfect Soldier. He sat at the keyboard of one of the computers, not even turning to look at her.
"She's staying at the base, as we expected. Typical Ambassador's Daughter sort of room. I bugged the phone and the livingroom - wasn't much else there."
"Good -"
"And, I found out one more thing."
"Yes?"
"You'll never guess who her guardian is."
Anyway, before I go on for pages and pages about that girl, let me get back to what I intended to write about. Two months ago, the Gundam pilots reprimanded a secret weapon from the Federation: the fifteen-year-old "daughter" of the Japanese Ambassador, Redairu Nanashii. We'd been keeping tabs on the short tempered girl for a while, until we found the chance to, well, steal her - kidnap is such a harsh word. We later found out she was an android - born human, but implanted with computer systems after she was diagnosed with brain cancer. Well, maybe I should start at the beginning. This should make for a good story, afterall.
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"We have a visual."
"Heero, is this girl really that important?"
"Think about it, Duo," the Chinese pilot stated as he hopped down into that underground facility. Duo only lifted his hands up behind his head, eyebrows raised. "Why would an ambassador's daughter be shipped to such a rundown colony such as this - to a souped up military base during a war, no less?"
The long-haired American pondered that a while, before shrugging. "I think you're all just a little too paranoid. Come on, Wufei - it's just a girl, afterall."
"What was that, Maxwell?"
"Ack!" He leaped forward and spun around to face Quatre's sister, Ar. He still couldn't get over how much it was like looking in a mirror - same height, same hair - and considering he was wearing street clothes, they were practically dressed the same, too. Heck, she nearly had the same eyes as well. "Eh-heh. On, nothing..."
"What did you find out?" That was Heero. Mr. Perfect Soldier. He sat at the keyboard of one of the computers, not even turning to look at her.
"She's staying at the base, as we expected. Typical Ambassador's Daughter sort of room. I bugged the phone and the livingroom - wasn't much else there."
"Good -"
"And, I found out one more thing."
"Yes?"
"You'll never guess who her guardian is."