DISCLAIMER! Ehem, Gundam Wing and all respectful characters are property their original
owners. Do not sue this poor woman as all she has are her computer and what's left of her bag of
hershey kisses. ^_^ However, I'll gladly share these, you don't have to sue for one! Hehe, and I'm
aware these may be a teensy out of character, but for the most part they should be pretty accurate!
(cept for Heero, he'll get pretty ooc sometimes. But it's my fic so nyah!) And if you like, or want to
flame me for any specific reason, please review! Kay? On with *clears her throat for effect*
'Stardust Wars'.
This is all about 3-4 years after Endless Waltz, so no confusion kay?
Prolouge
It was your typical February night, cold and wet. It's late, as the lights in the nearby houses
are all off. One room is illuminated by the faint glare of a computer screen. A figure, tall and long
haired is sitting in front of it, typing away. The person types three words onto the screen clearly.
Andromeda - mission accomplished. Before you can move, she turns and glares into your eyes
with an icy glow. You make the slighest movement and instantaneously she's got you on your back
with a silver dagger to your throat. One swift move and she could kill you in a heartbeat...
A.C. 195
A sharp alarm drilled into the woman's head and woke her rudely. With a grunt, she rolled over and slammed her hand onto the clock, hitting the snooze button and the off button simultaneously. She glared at the neon lights and sat up in bed, her hair a tangled mess and her computer still up from the night before. Papers fluttered as she flung her blankets back and she realized she'd fallen asleep while she'd been working. Groaning, she picked up all of the papers and stacked them with the others. She would have to re-sort them all before they'd be of any use at all. She cocked her eyebrow at the paperwork and grabbed her clothes off of her dresser's top. Before she began work, she thought a shower and a bite to eat sounded pretty good.
After an hour in the shower, she walked out with a dark green tank top and black jeans and plunked down to the breakfast bar in the basement of her 'home'. If that's really what you could call it. She'd inherited the house from her deceased grandparents and only used it when on buisiness. She flipped a switch and turned on the news while she rummaged around the kitchen for something to eat. She reached into a cupboard and was shocked to find she actually had cereal here. Shrugging it off, she poured it into a bowl and reached for the milk from the fridge. She turned towards the muted TV and suddenly her bowl overflowed with milk. An MS was sitting onscreen. Dropping the carton, the woman dashed from the house and went off towards the scene they'd
been reporting on channel 3 news.
It wasn't too hard to find the main center of attention when she'd stepped outside. Everyone was headed to see the mobile suit. Alexis groaned. At this rate, she would never get to the MS and further more, she wouldn't be able to get in real close with a throng of pedestrians. She spied a towering brick building up ahead and quickly ducked into the alley leading away from the pack of people. As she turned, she ran straight into a man about as tall as she was with wild brown hair. He gave her a wicked glare and grunted and she made her way away from him as to not make herself look like a threat. Turning away, she made a few other twists and turns around the city and made her way behind the mammoth machine and stared up it. All of a sudden, a hollow
click was heard and she turned towards the sound, hand on her gun's holster incase of emergency. It was that same wild haired man whom she'd run into in the alley.
"Who are you?" he demanded in a flat voice. Alexis tightened her grip on the gun's handle and remained silent to his inhibiting questions. "I'm only asking you once more. Tell me who you are or I am going to have to kill you." he again said, the hammer of the gun withdrawn, ready to fire on a second's desicion. Alexis turned away and faked innocence while whipping her gun out and firing. She was too slow, or his reaction time too fast, as he too fired. Both bullets struck. His a better aim, took her in the upper shoulder, while hers hit him in the upper arm. Alexis cried out, while the man across from her did not. He just gazed at her with his ever so pensive stare and
waited. His resiliency amazed her, while the thick and flowing blood trickled down her back and shoulder. A dull pain began to force it's way into her mind and she felt her eyelids beginning to flutter. All too suddenly, she fell to her knees and silently cursed herself for now being in the hands of someone who'd already tried to kill her. Weakly, she forced her eyes open slightly and could feel she was being carried over a shoulder. Looking around, she realized she'd passed out and she
could tell it was the man who'd shot her that was carrying her. The irony of that would have made her sick, could she have thought straight that is. After a while of walking, she noticed it was useless to try and keep herself alert and awake. After all, to get out and away from this guy would take all the strength she could muster.
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Like? Hate? Think I need mental help here? Hehe, well if I get some good reviews, or I just get bored again, I'll be writing more. In the mean time, check out 'The Halo of Death' also written by yours truly. A poem about Duo and his losses all through his life.
~Natsumi~
owners. Do not sue this poor woman as all she has are her computer and what's left of her bag of
hershey kisses. ^_^ However, I'll gladly share these, you don't have to sue for one! Hehe, and I'm
aware these may be a teensy out of character, but for the most part they should be pretty accurate!
(cept for Heero, he'll get pretty ooc sometimes. But it's my fic so nyah!) And if you like, or want to
flame me for any specific reason, please review! Kay? On with *clears her throat for effect*
'Stardust Wars'.
This is all about 3-4 years after Endless Waltz, so no confusion kay?
Prolouge
It was your typical February night, cold and wet. It's late, as the lights in the nearby houses
are all off. One room is illuminated by the faint glare of a computer screen. A figure, tall and long
haired is sitting in front of it, typing away. The person types three words onto the screen clearly.
Andromeda - mission accomplished. Before you can move, she turns and glares into your eyes
with an icy glow. You make the slighest movement and instantaneously she's got you on your back
with a silver dagger to your throat. One swift move and she could kill you in a heartbeat...
A.C. 195
A sharp alarm drilled into the woman's head and woke her rudely. With a grunt, she rolled over and slammed her hand onto the clock, hitting the snooze button and the off button simultaneously. She glared at the neon lights and sat up in bed, her hair a tangled mess and her computer still up from the night before. Papers fluttered as she flung her blankets back and she realized she'd fallen asleep while she'd been working. Groaning, she picked up all of the papers and stacked them with the others. She would have to re-sort them all before they'd be of any use at all. She cocked her eyebrow at the paperwork and grabbed her clothes off of her dresser's top. Before she began work, she thought a shower and a bite to eat sounded pretty good.
After an hour in the shower, she walked out with a dark green tank top and black jeans and plunked down to the breakfast bar in the basement of her 'home'. If that's really what you could call it. She'd inherited the house from her deceased grandparents and only used it when on buisiness. She flipped a switch and turned on the news while she rummaged around the kitchen for something to eat. She reached into a cupboard and was shocked to find she actually had cereal here. Shrugging it off, she poured it into a bowl and reached for the milk from the fridge. She turned towards the muted TV and suddenly her bowl overflowed with milk. An MS was sitting onscreen. Dropping the carton, the woman dashed from the house and went off towards the scene they'd
been reporting on channel 3 news.
It wasn't too hard to find the main center of attention when she'd stepped outside. Everyone was headed to see the mobile suit. Alexis groaned. At this rate, she would never get to the MS and further more, she wouldn't be able to get in real close with a throng of pedestrians. She spied a towering brick building up ahead and quickly ducked into the alley leading away from the pack of people. As she turned, she ran straight into a man about as tall as she was with wild brown hair. He gave her a wicked glare and grunted and she made her way away from him as to not make herself look like a threat. Turning away, she made a few other twists and turns around the city and made her way behind the mammoth machine and stared up it. All of a sudden, a hollow
click was heard and she turned towards the sound, hand on her gun's holster incase of emergency. It was that same wild haired man whom she'd run into in the alley.
"Who are you?" he demanded in a flat voice. Alexis tightened her grip on the gun's handle and remained silent to his inhibiting questions. "I'm only asking you once more. Tell me who you are or I am going to have to kill you." he again said, the hammer of the gun withdrawn, ready to fire on a second's desicion. Alexis turned away and faked innocence while whipping her gun out and firing. She was too slow, or his reaction time too fast, as he too fired. Both bullets struck. His a better aim, took her in the upper shoulder, while hers hit him in the upper arm. Alexis cried out, while the man across from her did not. He just gazed at her with his ever so pensive stare and
waited. His resiliency amazed her, while the thick and flowing blood trickled down her back and shoulder. A dull pain began to force it's way into her mind and she felt her eyelids beginning to flutter. All too suddenly, she fell to her knees and silently cursed herself for now being in the hands of someone who'd already tried to kill her. Weakly, she forced her eyes open slightly and could feel she was being carried over a shoulder. Looking around, she realized she'd passed out and she
could tell it was the man who'd shot her that was carrying her. The irony of that would have made her sick, could she have thought straight that is. After a while of walking, she noticed it was useless to try and keep herself alert and awake. After all, to get out and away from this guy would take all the strength she could muster.
~~~~
Like? Hate? Think I need mental help here? Hehe, well if I get some good reviews, or I just get bored again, I'll be writing more. In the mean time, check out 'The Halo of Death' also written by yours truly. A poem about Duo and his losses all through his life.
~Natsumi~