Author's Note: Try reading at least some of Ghosts of the Past before reading this one, so
you'll know who Reiming and Meilai are. That's all!
Gundam Wing-Battle of the Next Generation
Preventer Headquarters: Wufei Chang, Meilai Ron
Profiles: AC 220
Progeny of Gundam pilots 1-5 and Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin
Possible MS pilots; possible MS pilot arrangements
Mariko Yuy
DOB AC 201
Current Age: 19
Parents: Heero Yuy (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Relena Darlian (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Height: 5 foot 6 inches
Relatives: Uncle-Zechs Merquise, Aunt-Lucrezia Noin, Cousin-Reena (older), Aelis (older),
Geoffry Merquise (younger)
Weight: 105 lbs
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: dark brown, long
Personality: very friendly and open; somewhat naive; has had a very protected upbringing by her
her parents, mainly upon the insistence of her mother; has been trained to be a
diplomat like her mother; very close to her parents; nearly the opposite of her
father; pacifist; very intelligent
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Aelis Merquise; occasionally called Riko; constantly
works at her father to open up more
Jericho Maxwell
DOB AC 197
Current Age: 23
Parents: Duo Maxwell (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Hilde Schbeiker (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Brother-Thomas Maxwell (younger), Sister-Eva Maxwell (younger)
Height: 5 foot 11.25 inches
Weight: 160 lb
Mobile Suit: Deathscythe II
Eyes: blue
Hair: dark brown, w/a spiky tail
Personality: rambunctious and jovial; impatient; personality similar to that of his father;
careless; easy to like; practical joker; can be somewhat insensitive; usually
means well but may sometimes hurt others; exceedingly loyal to his friends,
especially Reena Merquise
Miscellaneous notes: seems attracted to Reena Merquise; occasionally called Jerry; is an
excellent mechanic and is skilled with computers; can usually talk his way
out of any situation, and when he can't, easily fights his way out; skilled
in small arms; has limited MS training; enjoys flirting with Reena
Merquise; is constantly defending and protecting Reena, who occasionally
seems shallow; excellent physical condition; is always wondering why Aelis
Merquise detests him
Thomas Maxwell
DOB AC 205
Current Age: 15
Parents: Duo Maxwell (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Hilde Schbeiker (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Brother-Jericho Maxwell (older), Sister-Eva Maxwell (younger)
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Weight: 115 lb
Mobile Suit: Wing II
Eyes: blue
Hair: dark brown, cut short
Personality: rambunctious and jovial, however, this does not make him careless like his
brother; personality similar to that of his father; easy to like; is optimistic but
understands that there is a time for seriousness; very focused; loyal; pays
attention to details, no matter how minor; very intelligent; protective of his
sister
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Geoffry Merquise; does a lot of covering for Jericho's
mistakes, and when he forgets, Eva takes over; is an excellent mechanic and
skilled with computers; can usually sneak in and out of places without
being caught; excellent fighter (has practiced with his brother and father
ever since he was born); skilled in small arms; has limited MS training;
enjoys teasing his brother about Reena; excellent physical condition; tries
to get Geoffry to open up more
Eva Maxwell
DOB AC 208
Current Age: 12
Parents: Duo Maxwell (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Hilde Schbeiker (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Brother-Jericho, Thomas Maxwell (older)
Height: 5 foot
Weight: 90 lb
Eyes: dark blue
Hair: black, medium length in two braids
Personality: somewhat shy, especially when compared to her two older brothers; pays attention to
details; focused; polite; isn't afraid to get her hands dirty (but prefers not to);
loyal; very intelligent; hates war; adores her parents and brothers
Miscellaneous notes: does a lot of covering for her brothers' mistakes; excellent mechanic; has
some skill in small arms
Giselle Barton
DOB AC 204
Current Age: 16
Parents: Trowa Barton (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Reiming Chang (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Uncle-Wufei Chang, Aunt-Cathrine Bloom, Meilai Ron,
Cousin-Wuten, Wuli Chang (somewhat older)
Height: 5 foot 5.5 inches
Weight: 100 lb
Mobile Suit: Seraphim
Eyes: emerald green
Hair: black, long, with top section pulled back in a ponytail
Personality: cheerful and happy; excellent actress (easily manipulates everyone but her
parents and Clare Winner and occasionally Rayan Winner); kind hearted; has a fiery
streak; can be somewhat rebellious; very attached to her parents but sometimes
fights with her mother; personality similar to that of her mother; intelligent;
flirtatious, especially with Rayan Winner; loyal to her friends and family
Miscellaneous notes: seems attracted to Rayan Winner; best friends with Clare Winner; works
occasionally at her father to speak more; excellent gymnast and knife
thrower; can usually talk or flirt her way out of any situation; has
limited experience with small arms; can usually sneak in and out of places
without getting caught; enjoys teasing her more serious cousins; enjoys
plotting with Clare; enjoys flirting with Rayan
Rayan Winner
DOB AC 203
Current Age: 17
Parents: Quatre Raberba Winner (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/
Dorothy Catalonia (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Aunts-30 various, Sister-Clare Winner (younger)
Distant cousin-Mariemaia Khrushrenada (older)
Height: 5 foot 7 inches
Weight: 118 lb
Mobile Suit: Sandrock II
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: blond, cut short
Personality: very protective of his younger sister and Giselle Barton; kind hearted; does not
believe in fighting but is not a pacifist; calm but not dull; can take a joke;
very loving towards his parents; has a strong sense of honor; very focused;
perceptive; polite; diplomatic; neat and organized; pays close attention to details
Miscellaneous notes: seems attracted to Giselle Barton; good friends with Wuten and Wuli Chang,
though he spends much time arguing with them about their love for
fighting; spends much time trying to figure out whether Giselle is being
sincere or not; excellent strategist; excellent fencer; has good training
in small arms; has limited MS training; enjoys flirting with Giselle;
excellent musician; is being trained to inherit the family's business;
is in good physical condition
Clare Winner
DOB AC 205
Current Age: 15
Parents: Quatre Raberba Winner (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/
Dorothy Catalonia (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Aunts-30 various, Brother-Rayan Winner (older),
Distant cousin-Mariemaia Khrushrenada (older)
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Weight: 98 lb
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: blond, cut a little past the shoulders
Personality: very loving towards her parents; flirtatious; very intelligent; fiery; personality
similar to that of her mother; detests war; polite; usually obedient; somewhat
spoiled
Miscellaneous notes: best friends with Giselle Barton; spends much time with her manipulating
Wuten and Wuli along with her brother; excellent fencer; excellent
musician; enjoys teasing her brother about Giselle
Wuten Chang
DOB AC 204
Current Age: 16
Parents: Wufei Chang (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Meilai Ron (DOB AC 181, Current Age: 39)
Relatives: Uncle-Trowa Barton, Aunt-Reiming Chang, Brother-Wuli Chang (twin, younger)
Cousin-Giselle Barton (somewhat younger), Distant relative-Cathrine Bloom
Height: 5 foot 5 inches
Weight: 103 lb
Mobile Suit: Altron II
Eyes: black
Hair: black, cut short
Personality: very loyal; strong sense of honor; aggressive; fiery; somewhat foolish; loves to
fight; detests how his cousin Giselle is always one step ahead of him in wits;
serious; personality similar to that of his father; intelligent
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Rayan Winner; excellent martial artist; has excellent
training in small arms and MS; spends much time arguing with Rayan about
his dislike for fighting; admires his parents greatly; excellent physical
health; prefers letting his fists do the talking
Wuli Chang
DOB AC 204
Current Age: 16
Parents: Wufei Chang (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Meilai Ron (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 39)
Relatives: Uncle-Trowa Barton, Aunt-Reiming Chang, Brother-Wuten Chang (twin, older)
Cousin-Giselle Barton (somewhat younger), Distant relative-Cathrine Bloom
Height: 5 foot 5 inches
Weight: 103 lb
Mobile Suit: Phoenix
Eyes: black
Hair: black, cut short
Personality: very loyal; strong sense of honor; more submissive than his brother; more cautious
than his brother; loves to fight; puzzles over how his cousin Giselle is always
one step ahead of him in wits; is less serious than his brother; personality
similar to that of his father, though less intense; intelligent; more perceptive
than his brother
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Rayan Winner; spends much time arguing with Rayan about
his dislike of fighting, though respects his opinion; has a compassionate
spot for his cousin though will never admit it; admires his parents
greatly; occasionally tries to get his brother to relax; excellent martial
artist; has excellent training in small arms and MS; excellent physical
health; prefers fighting to talking, but is willing to talk
Reena Merquise
DOB AC 197
Current Age: 23
Parents: Zechs Merquise (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)/Lucrezia Noin (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)
Relatives: Uncle-Heero Yuy, Aunt-Relena Darlian, Sister-Aelis Merquise (twin, younger)
Cousin-Mariko Yuy (younger)
Height: 5 foot 8 inches
Weight: 127 lb
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: blond/brown, long
Personality: cheerful; can be somewhat shallow; somewhat spoiled; flirtatious; can sometimes
accidentally skip over important details; adores her parents, sister, brother, and
Jericho Maxwell; is earnest in her efforts; loving; kind hearted; somewhat naive;
very intelligent (when she puts her mind to it); hates war with a passion; curious
Miscellaneous notes: seems attracted to Jericho Maxwell; enjoys modeling; always working at her
sister to relax; spends a lot of time on her appearance; enjoys flirting
with Jericho Maxwell; works at her father and brother to open up
Aelis Merquise
DOB AC 197
Current Age: 23
Parents: Zechs Merquise (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)/Lucrezia Noin (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)
Relatives: Uncle-Heero Yuy, Aunt-Relena Darlian, Sister-Reena Merquise (twin, older)
Cousin-Mariko Yuy (younger)
Height: 5 foot 8 inches
Weight: 127 lb
Mobile Suit: Epyon II
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: blond/brown, long and pulled into two low pigtails
Personality: serious; focused; pays attention to all details; adores her parents and sister and
brother, even though she and Reena are always fighting; polite; always tries her
hardest; quiet; very protective of her sister; very intelligent; excellent
strategist; protective of her younger brother; kind hearted
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Mariko Yuy; is always working at her sister to be more
serious; is a scholar and enjoys reading and writing poetry; has a good
background in small arms, computers, and MS training; in good physical
health; thinks of Jericho Maxwell as an annoyance
Geoffry Merquise
DOB AC 206
Current Age: 14
Parents: Zechs Merquise (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)/Lucrezia Noin (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)
Relatives: Uncle-Heero Yuy, Aunt-Relena Darlian, Sister-Reena, Aelis Merquise (older)
Cousin-Mariko Yuy (older)
Height: 5 foot 3.75 inches
Weight: 101 lb
Mobile Suit: Heavyarms II
Eyes: dark blue
Hair: blond, pulled back in a short ponytail
Personality: quiet and aloof; doesn't open up easily, although to those he does realize that he
is a person of depth; personality nearly identical to that of his father and
that of Trowa Barton; is quiet and unassuming but is in reality always gauging
situations; extremely perceptive; excellent strategist; extremely focused; though he
doesn't show it, loves his parents and sisters and is willing to die for them; loyal
to his close friends; is kind hearted, though he doesn't seem like it
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Thomas Maxwell; good fighter; good background in small
arms, computers, and MS training; enjoys watching his two older sisters
fight; usually surprises people by revealing pieces of information no one
ever knew that he knew; can usually get in and out of places without
being detected; admires his parents greatly
Existing Gundam Suit Choices: Wing II, Deathscythe II, Heavyarms II, Phoenix, Sandrock II,
Altron II, Seraphim, Epyon II
Possible Suit Choices (blueprints available) : Wyvern II, Basilisk II, Griffon II, Chimera II,
Tallgeese III
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Well then, here you have it: the new cast for my newest fanfic! What do you think? All of them
have made a debut in my first fic, Gundam Wing-Ghosts of the Past, but this it the first time
that I'm basing a fic on them, though I promise you that the original cast of Gundam Wing
characters that we all know and love will be major parts in this fic; I personally hate it when
they get upstaged. Send me feedback PLEASE!!! I will even take flames (though I prefer
compliments:)). Email me at lilangel4u@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
Wufei frowned at the screen in front of him. "Is that everything?" he asked his wife and
fellow Preventer, Meilai, who was typing.
Meilai nodded. "In a nutshell, yes. But in a very accurate nutshell," she added.
Wufei looked some more, then finally nodded, and sighed. "I really had been hoping that we
never had to do this, Meilai," he said quietly. Meilai understood, and stood up to give her
husband a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I know, Wufei, I know," she said quietly. "But, well, we
can't just ignore the reports that we have been receiving, and we're just all too old..."
Wufei pulled his wife near him, needing her presence to comfort him. "Still...we've all fought
so hard! We've fought for peace, we've fought to break the endless waltz! And yet..."
"Hush, Wufei...You can't do anything about that. This is all that we can do."
Wufei sighed some more and said, "Well then, may as well present this to Lady Une."
a few minutes later
A tired Lady Une sat at her desk. Her usually neat desk was in complete disarray. "Come in,"
she called wearily at the knock on her door.
Wufei and Meilai walked in. "Good day, Lady," Meilai called in greeting. Lady Une's lips
twitched. "Good day, is it? It has not been a good day ever since we got the first reports of
dissension..."
Meilai nodded sadly. "Well, I tried," she said wearily. Lady Une smiled. "Your effort to
cheer me up is appreciated, though, my friend. Thank you. Now, what is it that you have?"
At a glance from his wife, Wufei laid the pile of papers on Lady Une's desk. "Lady Une," he
began quietly, "Meilai and I...we had hoped never to have to do this. But..." and he trailed
off, unable to continue. Meilai squeezed his hand comfortingly, and Wufei suddenly just
broke down. "Wuten...Wuli...Please...forgive me," he choked through his sobs.
Lady Une, shocked to see the usually stoic Wufei lose control, immediately started to read the
papers. Her eyes widened as she saw the names. "Possible...MS pilots?" she said, shocked, then
understood. "Oh Wufei...Meilai..."
"Please Lady, don't say anything," Meilai said softly, barely controlling her emotions
herself but needing to be strong for her husband. "It was torture, deliberately making the
decision to place our children and the children of the other gundam pilots into this mess.
Please...just...don't..." she trailed off in barely a whisper.
"I understand..." Lady Une said quietly. "Thank you, you two...You may go..."
After the two had left, Lady Une closed her eyes, and a tear trickled down her face. "Oh,
Mariko, Jericho, Thomas, Eva, Giselle, Rayan, Clare, Wuten, Wuli, Reena, Aelis, and Geoffry...
I'm so sorry that fate had to tangle you in this mess...you are merely the children...but you
are also our only hope..."
Finally, she forced herself to control her emotions. Picking up the papers, she began to read.
a few days later...
Jericho Maxwell whistled happily as he walked down the hallway of the airport, a dozen roses
in one hand. Today he would see his girlfriend Reena again, and just at the thought of seeing
her, his face broke into a silly grin. He had known her since they were three, and he had
never stopped loving her. Even when she began her modeling career, they had remained loyal to
each other. Finally, her tour was over and she was coming home...and coming back to him.
Jerry stood at the gate and waited impatiently, watching the minutes slowly crawl by. Finally,
the shuttle pulled in and he impatiently stood by the line of disembarking passengers, tapping
his foot and searching for Reena's face. Suddenly, he was knocked over from behind.
"What the-?!"
His only response was a giggle. Turning around, he saw the face of his laughing girlfriend,
Reena Merquise. "You should see the look on your face," she said gleefully, laughing and
tossing her head. Jerry grinned. "Welcome back, babe," he said, opening his arms, and Reena
dove into them.
a few minutes later...
Jerry and Reena were in Jerry's car, very...busy. In between kisses, Reena told Jerry what had
happened during her trip, and Jerry told her how things were back home. "Aelis still hates
me," he frowned. Reena laughed. "Oh silly!" she said playfully, "She doesn't hate you, she
never has," and leaned in for another kiss. After that and several more, Jerry said, "But
really, every time she sees me, she just frowns at me."
"Oh that...well...she thinks you're kinda...stupid."
"Stupid?!"
"Oh come on sweetie, she just doesn't like your hair, or how you're kinda loud
sometimes, you know. But I," she said, snuggling against him and playing with the short tail
of hair, "think you're fine. But don't worry, she doesn't hate you."
Jerry sighed and pulled Reena close to him. "Yeah, I guess you're right..." and he kissed her
some more.
"Busy, I see?"
"What?!" Jerry sputtered, turning this way and that...and stared into the face of his
snickering brother, Thomas. "Thomas...I swear...I am going to kill you..."
Thomas just laughed in his brother's red face. "Aw, come on. Think about me. Think about how
I felt when Dad woke me at six in the morning, told me to get Sis and you and me over to
Preventer headquarters on another colony, how I felt when I called and you weren't home, and
then how I had to break into your smelly and dirty apartment, look up your itinerary, rush here,
and then find you making out in your car. And oh, by the way," he said, "hey there Reena.
What's up?"
"Hi Thomas!" Reena said cheerily, not embarrassed at all.
Jerry sighed. "Looks like I lost this battle..." he muttered, then frowned. "Preventer
headquarters? Six in the morning? Dad NEVER gets up that early, and we haven't dealt with the
Preventers in years!"
"No duh, Einstein! Looks like you've finally understood how bad this is. I have no
clue why we're supposed to get there, but Dad definitely didn't look happy. He and Mom had
already packed their things when they woke me and were practically shouting directions at me
as they were running out the door. Now then," he said, "I'll leave you two animals alone, but
I'm trusting you that you're both going to stop your making out temporarily and get yourselves
tickets. Eva and I already have ours, and we're going to be leaving soon. You two can finish
your business after the meeting. Later," and he walked away.
Jerry sighed and watched his brother's retreating form. "Well babe, you heard him," he
muttered. "Let's go."
Reena also studied Thomas, and turned to Jerry worridly, unusually quiet and serious.
"Jerry...could it be? Another war, like the one 17 years ago?"
"I don't know..."
several hours later...
Rayan Winner paced around the meeting room, anxiously awaiting the final members of the group:
Trowa and his family. The rest were already there: Heero with Relena and Mariko; the entire
Maxwell clan, even twelve year old Eva; Quatre and his family; Wufei and his family; and Zechs
and his family. He had not liked the look on his father's face when he had paged him in the
middle of an important meeting this morning, and he was worried...and when he was worried, he
always thought of the worst case scenarios.
"Where is Giselle? Why are they late? Did their shuttle crash? Did their car get
hijacked? Did-?"
"Rayan, shut up," Clare Winner said irately. "Just shut up. You're not helping, and
I'm sure Uncle Trowa, Aunt Reiming, and Giselle are quite capable of taking care of themselves."
Rayan ignored his younger sister and continued pacing, though he did stop muttering. In a
few minutes, the door opened, and in walked Trowa, Reiming, and Giselle. "Sorry we're-" Reiming
began.
"Giselle! You're okay!" Rayan cried, rushing towards the girl. Clare groaned and hid
her face in her hands. "Rayan...I don't know you..."
Giselle just laughed and smiled coquettishly. "Did you miss me?" she said sweetly, looking at
him up through her lashes.
"I can't help it if I was worried about you!" Rayan said defensively, but Giselle hushed
him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shh..." she said teasingly. Rayan sighed, then smiled
and put an arm around Giselle. "Okay, so I overreacted...but I've missed you," he
murmured. Giselle looked up at him looked up at him and smiled a genuine smile. "I've missed
you too..."
"Ahem!"
Giselle groaned and turned around to face her older cousin, Wuten Chang. "Really Giselle! You
arrive and then-"
"Calm down, Wuten," Wuli said soothingly, coming up behind his twin. Wuten didn't
back down. "I don't believe this! My cousin, who shares MY blood, acting so-"
"Yes yes...'promiscuous'...'an utter disgrace'...I've heard them all Wuten. Can't you
be somewhat more creative?" Giselle said in a bored voice.
"Hey, everyone, fight another time, okay?" Thomas spoke up, then grinned and added,
"I place $30 on Giselle if there's a fight between Giselle and Wuten."
Giselle laughed in her cousin's furious face, and then sat down. Glowering, Wuten allowed Wuli
to lead him back to his chair.
At the head of the table, Lady Une regarded the antics of the pilot's offspring with an
amused expression. "It never fails," she thought. "They always make life easier to live...but
then here I am, about to destroy that..."
Lady Une cleared her throat, and simultaneously, every head swiveled in her direction. "I'm
afraid," she began quietly, "that I have some bad news."
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Chapter 2
"As you know, the job of the Preventers is to put out fires, so to speak," Lady Une
began. "Over the years, there have been a few sparks, as well as two major firestorms," she
said, referring to the Mareimaia incident and then the Reiming/Meilai incident. "However...
there have been no major threats for a while. Which is why, now, when there IS one..."
"HOLD it! Threat? What threat?" Jerry demanded, standing up.
"Sit down," Thomas grumbled, but not taking his eyes from Lady Une. "Let Lady Une
talk before you open your big mouth."
"Listen, I'm eight years older than you. I can take you any day!"
"Right right..."
"Boys!"
At that, both Jerry and Thomas turned, surprised. Duo Maxwell had slammed him fist into the
table, and was glaring at them both. Jerry glanced at Thomas; their argument forgotten. All
their life, Duo had been a reminder to them not to take life too seriously, to never forget to
have fun. But now, the enraged and red faced man was definitely not the father they knew, at
least, they only saw this side of him whenever they were particulary out of line.
"This is serious business! The two of you are here because we RESPECT you as
RESPONSIBLE and MATURE individuals whose opinions we value! If that is too much to ask of you,
kindly leave this room, and don't come back!"
"Duo!" Hilde admonished gently, but her words didn't reach her infuriated husband's
ears. Jerry and Thomas exchanged another glance, and they both subsided. "Sorry Dad," they
both muttered.
Duo also sat, glowering, but his temper starting to cool. As Lady Une continued, he mentally
scolded himself. "That was stupid, Duo," he thought. "You've never lost your cool like that,
not even during the war...But this is different. Jerry and Thomas...they'll never survive if
they act like that...I could lose my sons!"
Next the Duo, Hilde regarded her husband worridly. Ever since that morning, when Duo had
woken her up at 5:30 AM, he hadn't acted the way he usually did. All he had told her was that
he had received a call from Lady Une and that they had to get to Preventer headquarters
immediately. "Why is he so upset?" she wondered.
At the head of the table, Lady Une sighed and glanced at Wufei, Meilai, Heero, and Duo; they
were the only ones that had any idea what was going on. The rest only knew that it had to be
serious; they had no idea that it would involve their children.
"As I was saying," she continued, "there hasn't been much trouble that we couldn't
handle by ourselves. But now, we have received reports that some of the DESCENDENTS of the
Rommefeller foundation have banded together. They believe that they were robbed of their
privileges as nobles when all borders were eliminated and all weapons were discarded. They
are especially...upset...at us Preventers because we are allowed to own weapons, specifically,
the gundams. They've spent many years stockpiling for an all out assault against us."
"Lady Une...what are you saying?" Relena asked quietly.
Lady Une took a deep breath, then said, "Wufei and Meilai gave me something a few days ago...I
have decided that it is the best course to take, but I thought you all deserve to know. Here
are your own copies," and she passed out duplicates of the packets Wufei and Meilai had given
her. "I'm...so...sorry," she whispered.
Quatre stared at his son's name in the packet. "Pilot...Sandrock?" he whispered, the wind
rushing out of his stomach. "No..."
Hilde also stared at the names of her two sons, and turned frantically to see her husband's
stoic expression. "So that's why...he knew..."
"We're very sorry...minna san..." Wufei said quietly. "But we're all too old...this is
the only way..."
"No."
Surprised, Wufei looked up. Reiming had not stood up; she had not shouted. Instead, she was
staring straight in front of her. "Giselle will not fight."
"Mother!" Giselle said, standing up.
Reiming completely lost control. Standing up so quickly that she knocked her chair over, she
whirled to face her brother. "Wufei, how could you?!" she snarled. "How could you DARE to
involve Giselle in this mess?! How could you! Giselle has known only a life of peace; she
wasn't MADE for the battlefield! She won't last five minutes! If you want to involve your
children, fine, that's your choice. But keep my child out of this!"
"Reiming, please..." Trowa said quietly, attempting to mollify his wife. Wufei, in the
meantime, looked like he had been slapped across the face. "Excuse me," he said quietly, and
left the room, not wanting the others see him cry. Meilai quickly followed.
Reiming still glared at their retreating forms with smoldering eyes. "Mother..." Giselle
pleaded, trying to get her mother to listen. Reiming didn't turn around. "Giselle, we are
going home," she said quietly.
"No!"
Reiming turned around. Giselle had tears streaming down her face. "No, I won't run away! I
refuse to run! I'm needed, and I can't just leave them!"
"Giselle LISTEN TO ME! You have NO IDEA what it's like out there on the battlefield!
I do! I've LIVED on it for most of my life, and let me tell you, it is NOT pretty! How would
you like to watch your friends die! How would you like it to watch all your friends here die
in front of your eyes?! Because Giselle, that is what life on the battlefield is like! Well,
what do you think?" When Giselle didn't respond, Reiming shouted, "ANSWER ME!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Giselle sobbed. "I don't know what I think! But I can't just run
away! Isn't that what you've taught me?"
"I've also taught you not to die in vain. By participating, that's exactly what you'd
be doing! You will DIE Giselle! I know you will!"
"How WOULD you know?!"
"I know because I've seen people like you die! People like you don't LAST out there!"
Giselle couldn't take it anymore, and she ran from the room in tears. Reiming stormed out
after her, her face stony. Trowa sighed and stood. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "but I must
agree on Reiming on this subject. Neither of us will allow Giselle to fight," and he exited.
The rest of the group looked dully at their retreating forms. "Well then," Lady Une said, after
an awkward silence, "I suppose I forgot to mention that participation in this is completely
voluntary."
"I will fight."
Lady Une smiled thinly at Jerry, who had stood up resolutely. "But Jerry..." Reena began, but
subsided. Smiling sadly, she said, "I understand..."
"I will fight also," and Thomas stood.
At this, Lady Une looked quickly at Duo to gauge his reaction, but his face was blank. "I...
I already knew...what they would say..." he said heavily, unlike the usually happy Duo that
everyone knew. "Dad..." Thomas said quietly. "We...we won't act...the way we did...when we
fight..."
Duo smiled wearily at his sons. "Yeah...I know...Go out there for me and show them what the
sons of the Great Destroyer can do, okay?"
"Yeah..." Jerry said quietly, then looked at Hilde. "Mom...?"
Hilde didn't try to hide the fact that she was crying, but she looked up at them and said, "I'm
proud of you, boys. I'm...so...proud..." and she couldn't continue.
"Oh Mom..." Eva Maxwell whispered. Nearly the complete opposite of her brothers, but
perhaps equally intelligent, Eva snuggled up to her mother to comfort her. "It's okay, Mom..."
the child whispered, but not quite believing what she said herself.
Lady Une nodded briefly at them, then turned to Quatre and Dorothy. "How about you? Will you
allow Rayan to fight?"
"Do we really have a choice?" Dorothy said bitterly. Quatre agreed and sighed
heavily. "If...he wishes to...Rayan will fight..." he said dully.
Rayan looked at his grieving parents with pain and turned to Lady Une. "It will be an honor...to
fight for peace..." he said quietly.
"NOOO!!!"
Clare Winner hurled herself at her brother and clung to him, sobbing wildly. "Rayan, I'm
sorry! For everything I ever did, for all the times I teased you, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But
please, don't go fight! Don't leave me! You'll die!"
At this show of emotion, Dorothy couldn't take it any more. "Excuse me," she whispered, and she
too left the room. Rayan looked down at his crying sister and smiled painfully. "It's okay
Clare...it's okay. Nothing's going to happen..."
"NO! I'm not a little girl anymore Rayan! I'm fifteen years old! I'm not living in
some fairy tale! I know...that you'll probably die..." and she buried her face in his clothes
again, crying.
Rayan let his sister cry a little more, then gently, pushed her away. "I'm sorry, Clare," he
said quietly, looking in her eyes. "But...I have to. Because if I don't, who will?"
"Rayan..."
"Clare, niichan...I love you..."
"Oh Rayan!" and Clare sobbed anew, but she soon stopped. Sniffling, she attempted a
smile but failed. "Go...go out there...and show them what you're made of," she choked, before
she fled the room.
Now Lady Une was feeling absolutely horrible, but she continued resolutely and turned to face
Wuten and Wuli. "Are you two..."
"Yes," both said firmly, without hesitation. "We have been raised to be warriors," Wuten
said. "We may as well use our skills."
"You are fully aware of the risks-"
"Of course, Lady," Wuli said quietly. "We will fight, and if necessary, die, with
honor."
Lady Une nodded her thanks, and finally, turned to Zechs and Noin, who were sitting there with
stony expressions on their faces. "Zechs...Noin?"
"Yes," Zechs said flatly. "Noin and I will allow Aelis and Geoffry to fight."
"Aelis?"
The quiet young woman looked calmly back at Lady Une. "Lady...I will do my best."
"Geoffry?"
The silent and sometimes cold teenager looked at Lady Une. "Lady Une...I will fight," and he
said no more, lapsing back into his usual silence. Lady Une nodded, and said heavily, "Well
then, it is settled. Jerry, Thomas, Rayan, Wuten, Wuli, Aelis, and Geoffry will undergo
training immediately, and should the time come, fight on our behalf. This meeting is
adjourned."
you'll know who Reiming and Meilai are. That's all!
Gundam Wing-Battle of the Next Generation
Preventer Headquarters: Wufei Chang, Meilai Ron
Profiles: AC 220
Progeny of Gundam pilots 1-5 and Zechs Merquise/Lucrezia Noin
Possible MS pilots; possible MS pilot arrangements
Mariko Yuy
DOB AC 201
Current Age: 19
Parents: Heero Yuy (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Relena Darlian (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Height: 5 foot 6 inches
Relatives: Uncle-Zechs Merquise, Aunt-Lucrezia Noin, Cousin-Reena (older), Aelis (older),
Geoffry Merquise (younger)
Weight: 105 lbs
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: dark brown, long
Personality: very friendly and open; somewhat naive; has had a very protected upbringing by her
her parents, mainly upon the insistence of her mother; has been trained to be a
diplomat like her mother; very close to her parents; nearly the opposite of her
father; pacifist; very intelligent
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Aelis Merquise; occasionally called Riko; constantly
works at her father to open up more
Jericho Maxwell
DOB AC 197
Current Age: 23
Parents: Duo Maxwell (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Hilde Schbeiker (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Brother-Thomas Maxwell (younger), Sister-Eva Maxwell (younger)
Height: 5 foot 11.25 inches
Weight: 160 lb
Mobile Suit: Deathscythe II
Eyes: blue
Hair: dark brown, w/a spiky tail
Personality: rambunctious and jovial; impatient; personality similar to that of his father;
careless; easy to like; practical joker; can be somewhat insensitive; usually
means well but may sometimes hurt others; exceedingly loyal to his friends,
especially Reena Merquise
Miscellaneous notes: seems attracted to Reena Merquise; occasionally called Jerry; is an
excellent mechanic and is skilled with computers; can usually talk his way
out of any situation, and when he can't, easily fights his way out; skilled
in small arms; has limited MS training; enjoys flirting with Reena
Merquise; is constantly defending and protecting Reena, who occasionally
seems shallow; excellent physical condition; is always wondering why Aelis
Merquise detests him
Thomas Maxwell
DOB AC 205
Current Age: 15
Parents: Duo Maxwell (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Hilde Schbeiker (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Brother-Jericho Maxwell (older), Sister-Eva Maxwell (younger)
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Weight: 115 lb
Mobile Suit: Wing II
Eyes: blue
Hair: dark brown, cut short
Personality: rambunctious and jovial, however, this does not make him careless like his
brother; personality similar to that of his father; easy to like; is optimistic but
understands that there is a time for seriousness; very focused; loyal; pays
attention to details, no matter how minor; very intelligent; protective of his
sister
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Geoffry Merquise; does a lot of covering for Jericho's
mistakes, and when he forgets, Eva takes over; is an excellent mechanic and
skilled with computers; can usually sneak in and out of places without
being caught; excellent fighter (has practiced with his brother and father
ever since he was born); skilled in small arms; has limited MS training;
enjoys teasing his brother about Reena; excellent physical condition; tries
to get Geoffry to open up more
Eva Maxwell
DOB AC 208
Current Age: 12
Parents: Duo Maxwell (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Hilde Schbeiker (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Brother-Jericho, Thomas Maxwell (older)
Height: 5 foot
Weight: 90 lb
Eyes: dark blue
Hair: black, medium length in two braids
Personality: somewhat shy, especially when compared to her two older brothers; pays attention to
details; focused; polite; isn't afraid to get her hands dirty (but prefers not to);
loyal; very intelligent; hates war; adores her parents and brothers
Miscellaneous notes: does a lot of covering for her brothers' mistakes; excellent mechanic; has
some skill in small arms
Giselle Barton
DOB AC 204
Current Age: 16
Parents: Trowa Barton (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Reiming Chang (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Uncle-Wufei Chang, Aunt-Cathrine Bloom, Meilai Ron,
Cousin-Wuten, Wuli Chang (somewhat older)
Height: 5 foot 5.5 inches
Weight: 100 lb
Mobile Suit: Seraphim
Eyes: emerald green
Hair: black, long, with top section pulled back in a ponytail
Personality: cheerful and happy; excellent actress (easily manipulates everyone but her
parents and Clare Winner and occasionally Rayan Winner); kind hearted; has a fiery
streak; can be somewhat rebellious; very attached to her parents but sometimes
fights with her mother; personality similar to that of her mother; intelligent;
flirtatious, especially with Rayan Winner; loyal to her friends and family
Miscellaneous notes: seems attracted to Rayan Winner; best friends with Clare Winner; works
occasionally at her father to speak more; excellent gymnast and knife
thrower; can usually talk or flirt her way out of any situation; has
limited experience with small arms; can usually sneak in and out of places
without getting caught; enjoys teasing her more serious cousins; enjoys
plotting with Clare; enjoys flirting with Rayan
Rayan Winner
DOB AC 203
Current Age: 17
Parents: Quatre Raberba Winner (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/
Dorothy Catalonia (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Aunts-30 various, Sister-Clare Winner (younger)
Distant cousin-Mariemaia Khrushrenada (older)
Height: 5 foot 7 inches
Weight: 118 lb
Mobile Suit: Sandrock II
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: blond, cut short
Personality: very protective of his younger sister and Giselle Barton; kind hearted; does not
believe in fighting but is not a pacifist; calm but not dull; can take a joke;
very loving towards his parents; has a strong sense of honor; very focused;
perceptive; polite; diplomatic; neat and organized; pays close attention to details
Miscellaneous notes: seems attracted to Giselle Barton; good friends with Wuten and Wuli Chang,
though he spends much time arguing with them about their love for
fighting; spends much time trying to figure out whether Giselle is being
sincere or not; excellent strategist; excellent fencer; has good training
in small arms; has limited MS training; enjoys flirting with Giselle;
excellent musician; is being trained to inherit the family's business;
is in good physical condition
Clare Winner
DOB AC 205
Current Age: 15
Parents: Quatre Raberba Winner (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/
Dorothy Catalonia (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)
Relatives: Aunts-30 various, Brother-Rayan Winner (older),
Distant cousin-Mariemaia Khrushrenada (older)
Height: 5 foot 4 inches
Weight: 98 lb
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: blond, cut a little past the shoulders
Personality: very loving towards her parents; flirtatious; very intelligent; fiery; personality
similar to that of her mother; detests war; polite; usually obedient; somewhat
spoiled
Miscellaneous notes: best friends with Giselle Barton; spends much time with her manipulating
Wuten and Wuli along with her brother; excellent fencer; excellent
musician; enjoys teasing her brother about Giselle
Wuten Chang
DOB AC 204
Current Age: 16
Parents: Wufei Chang (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Meilai Ron (DOB AC 181, Current Age: 39)
Relatives: Uncle-Trowa Barton, Aunt-Reiming Chang, Brother-Wuli Chang (twin, younger)
Cousin-Giselle Barton (somewhat younger), Distant relative-Cathrine Bloom
Height: 5 foot 5 inches
Weight: 103 lb
Mobile Suit: Altron II
Eyes: black
Hair: black, cut short
Personality: very loyal; strong sense of honor; aggressive; fiery; somewhat foolish; loves to
fight; detests how his cousin Giselle is always one step ahead of him in wits;
serious; personality similar to that of his father; intelligent
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Rayan Winner; excellent martial artist; has excellent
training in small arms and MS; spends much time arguing with Rayan about
his dislike for fighting; admires his parents greatly; excellent physical
health; prefers letting his fists do the talking
Wuli Chang
DOB AC 204
Current Age: 16
Parents: Wufei Chang (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 40)/Meilai Ron (DOB AC 180, Current Age: 39)
Relatives: Uncle-Trowa Barton, Aunt-Reiming Chang, Brother-Wuten Chang (twin, older)
Cousin-Giselle Barton (somewhat younger), Distant relative-Cathrine Bloom
Height: 5 foot 5 inches
Weight: 103 lb
Mobile Suit: Phoenix
Eyes: black
Hair: black, cut short
Personality: very loyal; strong sense of honor; more submissive than his brother; more cautious
than his brother; loves to fight; puzzles over how his cousin Giselle is always
one step ahead of him in wits; is less serious than his brother; personality
similar to that of his father, though less intense; intelligent; more perceptive
than his brother
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Rayan Winner; spends much time arguing with Rayan about
his dislike of fighting, though respects his opinion; has a compassionate
spot for his cousin though will never admit it; admires his parents
greatly; occasionally tries to get his brother to relax; excellent martial
artist; has excellent training in small arms and MS; excellent physical
health; prefers fighting to talking, but is willing to talk
Reena Merquise
DOB AC 197
Current Age: 23
Parents: Zechs Merquise (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)/Lucrezia Noin (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)
Relatives: Uncle-Heero Yuy, Aunt-Relena Darlian, Sister-Aelis Merquise (twin, younger)
Cousin-Mariko Yuy (younger)
Height: 5 foot 8 inches
Weight: 127 lb
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: blond/brown, long
Personality: cheerful; can be somewhat shallow; somewhat spoiled; flirtatious; can sometimes
accidentally skip over important details; adores her parents, sister, brother, and
Jericho Maxwell; is earnest in her efforts; loving; kind hearted; somewhat naive;
very intelligent (when she puts her mind to it); hates war with a passion; curious
Miscellaneous notes: seems attracted to Jericho Maxwell; enjoys modeling; always working at her
sister to relax; spends a lot of time on her appearance; enjoys flirting
with Jericho Maxwell; works at her father and brother to open up
Aelis Merquise
DOB AC 197
Current Age: 23
Parents: Zechs Merquise (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)/Lucrezia Noin (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)
Relatives: Uncle-Heero Yuy, Aunt-Relena Darlian, Sister-Reena Merquise (twin, older)
Cousin-Mariko Yuy (younger)
Height: 5 foot 8 inches
Weight: 127 lb
Mobile Suit: Epyon II
Eyes: sky blue
Hair: blond/brown, long and pulled into two low pigtails
Personality: serious; focused; pays attention to all details; adores her parents and sister and
brother, even though she and Reena are always fighting; polite; always tries her
hardest; quiet; very protective of her sister; very intelligent; excellent
strategist; protective of her younger brother; kind hearted
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Mariko Yuy; is always working at her sister to be more
serious; is a scholar and enjoys reading and writing poetry; has a good
background in small arms, computers, and MS training; in good physical
health; thinks of Jericho Maxwell as an annoyance
Geoffry Merquise
DOB AC 206
Current Age: 14
Parents: Zechs Merquise (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)/Lucrezia Noin (DOB AC 176, Current Age: 44)
Relatives: Uncle-Heero Yuy, Aunt-Relena Darlian, Sister-Reena, Aelis Merquise (older)
Cousin-Mariko Yuy (older)
Height: 5 foot 3.75 inches
Weight: 101 lb
Mobile Suit: Heavyarms II
Eyes: dark blue
Hair: blond, pulled back in a short ponytail
Personality: quiet and aloof; doesn't open up easily, although to those he does realize that he
is a person of depth; personality nearly identical to that of his father and
that of Trowa Barton; is quiet and unassuming but is in reality always gauging
situations; extremely perceptive; excellent strategist; extremely focused; though he
doesn't show it, loves his parents and sisters and is willing to die for them; loyal
to his close friends; is kind hearted, though he doesn't seem like it
Miscellaneous notes: good friends with Thomas Maxwell; good fighter; good background in small
arms, computers, and MS training; enjoys watching his two older sisters
fight; usually surprises people by revealing pieces of information no one
ever knew that he knew; can usually get in and out of places without
being detected; admires his parents greatly
Existing Gundam Suit Choices: Wing II, Deathscythe II, Heavyarms II, Phoenix, Sandrock II,
Altron II, Seraphim, Epyon II
Possible Suit Choices (blueprints available) : Wyvern II, Basilisk II, Griffon II, Chimera II,
Tallgeese III
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Well then, here you have it: the new cast for my newest fanfic! What do you think? All of them
have made a debut in my first fic, Gundam Wing-Ghosts of the Past, but this it the first time
that I'm basing a fic on them, though I promise you that the original cast of Gundam Wing
characters that we all know and love will be major parts in this fic; I personally hate it when
they get upstaged. Send me feedback PLEASE!!! I will even take flames (though I prefer
compliments:)). Email me at lilangel4u@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
Wufei frowned at the screen in front of him. "Is that everything?" he asked his wife and
fellow Preventer, Meilai, who was typing.
Meilai nodded. "In a nutshell, yes. But in a very accurate nutshell," she added.
Wufei looked some more, then finally nodded, and sighed. "I really had been hoping that we
never had to do this, Meilai," he said quietly. Meilai understood, and stood up to give her
husband a gentle kiss on the cheek. "I know, Wufei, I know," she said quietly. "But, well, we
can't just ignore the reports that we have been receiving, and we're just all too old..."
Wufei pulled his wife near him, needing her presence to comfort him. "Still...we've all fought
so hard! We've fought for peace, we've fought to break the endless waltz! And yet..."
"Hush, Wufei...You can't do anything about that. This is all that we can do."
Wufei sighed some more and said, "Well then, may as well present this to Lady Une."
a few minutes later
A tired Lady Une sat at her desk. Her usually neat desk was in complete disarray. "Come in,"
she called wearily at the knock on her door.
Wufei and Meilai walked in. "Good day, Lady," Meilai called in greeting. Lady Une's lips
twitched. "Good day, is it? It has not been a good day ever since we got the first reports of
dissension..."
Meilai nodded sadly. "Well, I tried," she said wearily. Lady Une smiled. "Your effort to
cheer me up is appreciated, though, my friend. Thank you. Now, what is it that you have?"
At a glance from his wife, Wufei laid the pile of papers on Lady Une's desk. "Lady Une," he
began quietly, "Meilai and I...we had hoped never to have to do this. But..." and he trailed
off, unable to continue. Meilai squeezed his hand comfortingly, and Wufei suddenly just
broke down. "Wuten...Wuli...Please...forgive me," he choked through his sobs.
Lady Une, shocked to see the usually stoic Wufei lose control, immediately started to read the
papers. Her eyes widened as she saw the names. "Possible...MS pilots?" she said, shocked, then
understood. "Oh Wufei...Meilai..."
"Please Lady, don't say anything," Meilai said softly, barely controlling her emotions
herself but needing to be strong for her husband. "It was torture, deliberately making the
decision to place our children and the children of the other gundam pilots into this mess.
Please...just...don't..." she trailed off in barely a whisper.
"I understand..." Lady Une said quietly. "Thank you, you two...You may go..."
After the two had left, Lady Une closed her eyes, and a tear trickled down her face. "Oh,
Mariko, Jericho, Thomas, Eva, Giselle, Rayan, Clare, Wuten, Wuli, Reena, Aelis, and Geoffry...
I'm so sorry that fate had to tangle you in this mess...you are merely the children...but you
are also our only hope..."
Finally, she forced herself to control her emotions. Picking up the papers, she began to read.
a few days later...
Jericho Maxwell whistled happily as he walked down the hallway of the airport, a dozen roses
in one hand. Today he would see his girlfriend Reena again, and just at the thought of seeing
her, his face broke into a silly grin. He had known her since they were three, and he had
never stopped loving her. Even when she began her modeling career, they had remained loyal to
each other. Finally, her tour was over and she was coming home...and coming back to him.
Jerry stood at the gate and waited impatiently, watching the minutes slowly crawl by. Finally,
the shuttle pulled in and he impatiently stood by the line of disembarking passengers, tapping
his foot and searching for Reena's face. Suddenly, he was knocked over from behind.
"What the-?!"
His only response was a giggle. Turning around, he saw the face of his laughing girlfriend,
Reena Merquise. "You should see the look on your face," she said gleefully, laughing and
tossing her head. Jerry grinned. "Welcome back, babe," he said, opening his arms, and Reena
dove into them.
a few minutes later...
Jerry and Reena were in Jerry's car, very...busy. In between kisses, Reena told Jerry what had
happened during her trip, and Jerry told her how things were back home. "Aelis still hates
me," he frowned. Reena laughed. "Oh silly!" she said playfully, "She doesn't hate you, she
never has," and leaned in for another kiss. After that and several more, Jerry said, "But
really, every time she sees me, she just frowns at me."
"Oh that...well...she thinks you're kinda...stupid."
"Stupid?!"
"Oh come on sweetie, she just doesn't like your hair, or how you're kinda loud
sometimes, you know. But I," she said, snuggling against him and playing with the short tail
of hair, "think you're fine. But don't worry, she doesn't hate you."
Jerry sighed and pulled Reena close to him. "Yeah, I guess you're right..." and he kissed her
some more.
"Busy, I see?"
"What?!" Jerry sputtered, turning this way and that...and stared into the face of his
snickering brother, Thomas. "Thomas...I swear...I am going to kill you..."
Thomas just laughed in his brother's red face. "Aw, come on. Think about me. Think about how
I felt when Dad woke me at six in the morning, told me to get Sis and you and me over to
Preventer headquarters on another colony, how I felt when I called and you weren't home, and
then how I had to break into your smelly and dirty apartment, look up your itinerary, rush here,
and then find you making out in your car. And oh, by the way," he said, "hey there Reena.
What's up?"
"Hi Thomas!" Reena said cheerily, not embarrassed at all.
Jerry sighed. "Looks like I lost this battle..." he muttered, then frowned. "Preventer
headquarters? Six in the morning? Dad NEVER gets up that early, and we haven't dealt with the
Preventers in years!"
"No duh, Einstein! Looks like you've finally understood how bad this is. I have no
clue why we're supposed to get there, but Dad definitely didn't look happy. He and Mom had
already packed their things when they woke me and were practically shouting directions at me
as they were running out the door. Now then," he said, "I'll leave you two animals alone, but
I'm trusting you that you're both going to stop your making out temporarily and get yourselves
tickets. Eva and I already have ours, and we're going to be leaving soon. You two can finish
your business after the meeting. Later," and he walked away.
Jerry sighed and watched his brother's retreating form. "Well babe, you heard him," he
muttered. "Let's go."
Reena also studied Thomas, and turned to Jerry worridly, unusually quiet and serious.
"Jerry...could it be? Another war, like the one 17 years ago?"
"I don't know..."
several hours later...
Rayan Winner paced around the meeting room, anxiously awaiting the final members of the group:
Trowa and his family. The rest were already there: Heero with Relena and Mariko; the entire
Maxwell clan, even twelve year old Eva; Quatre and his family; Wufei and his family; and Zechs
and his family. He had not liked the look on his father's face when he had paged him in the
middle of an important meeting this morning, and he was worried...and when he was worried, he
always thought of the worst case scenarios.
"Where is Giselle? Why are they late? Did their shuttle crash? Did their car get
hijacked? Did-?"
"Rayan, shut up," Clare Winner said irately. "Just shut up. You're not helping, and
I'm sure Uncle Trowa, Aunt Reiming, and Giselle are quite capable of taking care of themselves."
Rayan ignored his younger sister and continued pacing, though he did stop muttering. In a
few minutes, the door opened, and in walked Trowa, Reiming, and Giselle. "Sorry we're-" Reiming
began.
"Giselle! You're okay!" Rayan cried, rushing towards the girl. Clare groaned and hid
her face in her hands. "Rayan...I don't know you..."
Giselle just laughed and smiled coquettishly. "Did you miss me?" she said sweetly, looking at
him up through her lashes.
"I can't help it if I was worried about you!" Rayan said defensively, but Giselle hushed
him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shh..." she said teasingly. Rayan sighed, then smiled
and put an arm around Giselle. "Okay, so I overreacted...but I've missed you," he
murmured. Giselle looked up at him looked up at him and smiled a genuine smile. "I've missed
you too..."
"Ahem!"
Giselle groaned and turned around to face her older cousin, Wuten Chang. "Really Giselle! You
arrive and then-"
"Calm down, Wuten," Wuli said soothingly, coming up behind his twin. Wuten didn't
back down. "I don't believe this! My cousin, who shares MY blood, acting so-"
"Yes yes...'promiscuous'...'an utter disgrace'...I've heard them all Wuten. Can't you
be somewhat more creative?" Giselle said in a bored voice.
"Hey, everyone, fight another time, okay?" Thomas spoke up, then grinned and added,
"I place $30 on Giselle if there's a fight between Giselle and Wuten."
Giselle laughed in her cousin's furious face, and then sat down. Glowering, Wuten allowed Wuli
to lead him back to his chair.
At the head of the table, Lady Une regarded the antics of the pilot's offspring with an
amused expression. "It never fails," she thought. "They always make life easier to live...but
then here I am, about to destroy that..."
Lady Une cleared her throat, and simultaneously, every head swiveled in her direction. "I'm
afraid," she began quietly, "that I have some bad news."
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Chapter 2
"As you know, the job of the Preventers is to put out fires, so to speak," Lady Une
began. "Over the years, there have been a few sparks, as well as two major firestorms," she
said, referring to the Mareimaia incident and then the Reiming/Meilai incident. "However...
there have been no major threats for a while. Which is why, now, when there IS one..."
"HOLD it! Threat? What threat?" Jerry demanded, standing up.
"Sit down," Thomas grumbled, but not taking his eyes from Lady Une. "Let Lady Une
talk before you open your big mouth."
"Listen, I'm eight years older than you. I can take you any day!"
"Right right..."
"Boys!"
At that, both Jerry and Thomas turned, surprised. Duo Maxwell had slammed him fist into the
table, and was glaring at them both. Jerry glanced at Thomas; their argument forgotten. All
their life, Duo had been a reminder to them not to take life too seriously, to never forget to
have fun. But now, the enraged and red faced man was definitely not the father they knew, at
least, they only saw this side of him whenever they were particulary out of line.
"This is serious business! The two of you are here because we RESPECT you as
RESPONSIBLE and MATURE individuals whose opinions we value! If that is too much to ask of you,
kindly leave this room, and don't come back!"
"Duo!" Hilde admonished gently, but her words didn't reach her infuriated husband's
ears. Jerry and Thomas exchanged another glance, and they both subsided. "Sorry Dad," they
both muttered.
Duo also sat, glowering, but his temper starting to cool. As Lady Une continued, he mentally
scolded himself. "That was stupid, Duo," he thought. "You've never lost your cool like that,
not even during the war...But this is different. Jerry and Thomas...they'll never survive if
they act like that...I could lose my sons!"
Next the Duo, Hilde regarded her husband worridly. Ever since that morning, when Duo had
woken her up at 5:30 AM, he hadn't acted the way he usually did. All he had told her was that
he had received a call from Lady Une and that they had to get to Preventer headquarters
immediately. "Why is he so upset?" she wondered.
At the head of the table, Lady Une sighed and glanced at Wufei, Meilai, Heero, and Duo; they
were the only ones that had any idea what was going on. The rest only knew that it had to be
serious; they had no idea that it would involve their children.
"As I was saying," she continued, "there hasn't been much trouble that we couldn't
handle by ourselves. But now, we have received reports that some of the DESCENDENTS of the
Rommefeller foundation have banded together. They believe that they were robbed of their
privileges as nobles when all borders were eliminated and all weapons were discarded. They
are especially...upset...at us Preventers because we are allowed to own weapons, specifically,
the gundams. They've spent many years stockpiling for an all out assault against us."
"Lady Une...what are you saying?" Relena asked quietly.
Lady Une took a deep breath, then said, "Wufei and Meilai gave me something a few days ago...I
have decided that it is the best course to take, but I thought you all deserve to know. Here
are your own copies," and she passed out duplicates of the packets Wufei and Meilai had given
her. "I'm...so...sorry," she whispered.
Quatre stared at his son's name in the packet. "Pilot...Sandrock?" he whispered, the wind
rushing out of his stomach. "No..."
Hilde also stared at the names of her two sons, and turned frantically to see her husband's
stoic expression. "So that's why...he knew..."
"We're very sorry...minna san..." Wufei said quietly. "But we're all too old...this is
the only way..."
"No."
Surprised, Wufei looked up. Reiming had not stood up; she had not shouted. Instead, she was
staring straight in front of her. "Giselle will not fight."
"Mother!" Giselle said, standing up.
Reiming completely lost control. Standing up so quickly that she knocked her chair over, she
whirled to face her brother. "Wufei, how could you?!" she snarled. "How could you DARE to
involve Giselle in this mess?! How could you! Giselle has known only a life of peace; she
wasn't MADE for the battlefield! She won't last five minutes! If you want to involve your
children, fine, that's your choice. But keep my child out of this!"
"Reiming, please..." Trowa said quietly, attempting to mollify his wife. Wufei, in the
meantime, looked like he had been slapped across the face. "Excuse me," he said quietly, and
left the room, not wanting the others see him cry. Meilai quickly followed.
Reiming still glared at their retreating forms with smoldering eyes. "Mother..." Giselle
pleaded, trying to get her mother to listen. Reiming didn't turn around. "Giselle, we are
going home," she said quietly.
"No!"
Reiming turned around. Giselle had tears streaming down her face. "No, I won't run away! I
refuse to run! I'm needed, and I can't just leave them!"
"Giselle LISTEN TO ME! You have NO IDEA what it's like out there on the battlefield!
I do! I've LIVED on it for most of my life, and let me tell you, it is NOT pretty! How would
you like to watch your friends die! How would you like it to watch all your friends here die
in front of your eyes?! Because Giselle, that is what life on the battlefield is like! Well,
what do you think?" When Giselle didn't respond, Reiming shouted, "ANSWER ME!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Giselle sobbed. "I don't know what I think! But I can't just run
away! Isn't that what you've taught me?"
"I've also taught you not to die in vain. By participating, that's exactly what you'd
be doing! You will DIE Giselle! I know you will!"
"How WOULD you know?!"
"I know because I've seen people like you die! People like you don't LAST out there!"
Giselle couldn't take it anymore, and she ran from the room in tears. Reiming stormed out
after her, her face stony. Trowa sighed and stood. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "but I must
agree on Reiming on this subject. Neither of us will allow Giselle to fight," and he exited.
The rest of the group looked dully at their retreating forms. "Well then," Lady Une said, after
an awkward silence, "I suppose I forgot to mention that participation in this is completely
voluntary."
"I will fight."
Lady Une smiled thinly at Jerry, who had stood up resolutely. "But Jerry..." Reena began, but
subsided. Smiling sadly, she said, "I understand..."
"I will fight also," and Thomas stood.
At this, Lady Une looked quickly at Duo to gauge his reaction, but his face was blank. "I...
I already knew...what they would say..." he said heavily, unlike the usually happy Duo that
everyone knew. "Dad..." Thomas said quietly. "We...we won't act...the way we did...when we
fight..."
Duo smiled wearily at his sons. "Yeah...I know...Go out there for me and show them what the
sons of the Great Destroyer can do, okay?"
"Yeah..." Jerry said quietly, then looked at Hilde. "Mom...?"
Hilde didn't try to hide the fact that she was crying, but she looked up at them and said, "I'm
proud of you, boys. I'm...so...proud..." and she couldn't continue.
"Oh Mom..." Eva Maxwell whispered. Nearly the complete opposite of her brothers, but
perhaps equally intelligent, Eva snuggled up to her mother to comfort her. "It's okay, Mom..."
the child whispered, but not quite believing what she said herself.
Lady Une nodded briefly at them, then turned to Quatre and Dorothy. "How about you? Will you
allow Rayan to fight?"
"Do we really have a choice?" Dorothy said bitterly. Quatre agreed and sighed
heavily. "If...he wishes to...Rayan will fight..." he said dully.
Rayan looked at his grieving parents with pain and turned to Lady Une. "It will be an honor...to
fight for peace..." he said quietly.
"NOOO!!!"
Clare Winner hurled herself at her brother and clung to him, sobbing wildly. "Rayan, I'm
sorry! For everything I ever did, for all the times I teased you, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But
please, don't go fight! Don't leave me! You'll die!"
At this show of emotion, Dorothy couldn't take it any more. "Excuse me," she whispered, and she
too left the room. Rayan looked down at his crying sister and smiled painfully. "It's okay
Clare...it's okay. Nothing's going to happen..."
"NO! I'm not a little girl anymore Rayan! I'm fifteen years old! I'm not living in
some fairy tale! I know...that you'll probably die..." and she buried her face in his clothes
again, crying.
Rayan let his sister cry a little more, then gently, pushed her away. "I'm sorry, Clare," he
said quietly, looking in her eyes. "But...I have to. Because if I don't, who will?"
"Rayan..."
"Clare, niichan...I love you..."
"Oh Rayan!" and Clare sobbed anew, but she soon stopped. Sniffling, she attempted a
smile but failed. "Go...go out there...and show them what you're made of," she choked, before
she fled the room.
Now Lady Une was feeling absolutely horrible, but she continued resolutely and turned to face
Wuten and Wuli. "Are you two..."
"Yes," both said firmly, without hesitation. "We have been raised to be warriors," Wuten
said. "We may as well use our skills."
"You are fully aware of the risks-"
"Of course, Lady," Wuli said quietly. "We will fight, and if necessary, die, with
honor."
Lady Une nodded her thanks, and finally, turned to Zechs and Noin, who were sitting there with
stony expressions on their faces. "Zechs...Noin?"
"Yes," Zechs said flatly. "Noin and I will allow Aelis and Geoffry to fight."
"Aelis?"
The quiet young woman looked calmly back at Lady Une. "Lady...I will do my best."
"Geoffry?"
The silent and sometimes cold teenager looked at Lady Une. "Lady Une...I will fight," and he
said no more, lapsing back into his usual silence. Lady Une nodded, and said heavily, "Well
then, it is settled. Jerry, Thomas, Rayan, Wuten, Wuli, Aelis, and Geoffry will undergo
training immediately, and should the time come, fight on our behalf. This meeting is
adjourned."