Premonitions
This story is post-Endless Waltz. The year is A.C. 200, when all the pilots are twenty with the exception of Trowa, who is 21.
Heero Yuy has taken on the name Heitai, given to him at birth by his parents before they were killed. During this point and time, Heero resided on the L-1 colony, completely out of contact with the other pilots. Though he has heard about some of the 'fires' that the Preventers had been putting out, he makes it a firm point to stay completely away from battle.
Duo Maxwell, on the other hand, did not make any attempts to hide his identity, and lived peacefully on Earth in the former American city known as San Diego. He took up the profession of acting soon after leaving L-2 and Hilde S. behind, and had become quite a star.
Trowa Barton kept the name 'Trowa' as opposed to Nanashi, and remained with the circus in solitude. He, too, kept far from the battlefield, preferring the quiet circus life to the hectic demons of the past.
Quatre Raberba Winner remained the most well-known of the five, though his participation in the war as a Gundam Pilot had remained a secret. He ran the company and sent it to new heights of success, branching out to put the Winner name in the multi-media market. Winner Enterprises, under Quatre's steady leadership, became well known in the movie and music businesses, while continuing to dominate the natural resource market in space.
Chang Wufei disappeared into China following the Eve Wars, and had not been heard of since.
This story starts with Relena Peacecraft, whom has continued her career as a Vice Foreign Minister. She has ignored the people's view of her, oblivious to the fact that they continue to look to her for guidance and leadership.
"Good morning, Pagan. What does my schedule look like this morning?" asked Relena Peacecraft/Darlain as her trusted friend entered the room. Her two young nieces bowed to the elderly man and raced past him in search of their father and mother.
"Good morning, Ms. Relena," Pagan replied as he set a tray of breakfast foods on the table near the windows of Relena's room. "Today you have a meeting with Mr. Winner about the Resource Satellite project as well as your standpoints on the Unification process. He seemed most curious to her your point of view. I understand the project is most sensitive. He commented that the committee has made very little progress in the past four and a half years."
Four and a half years, Relena thought with a jolt. It had been a long time since the end of the war. A long time since she'd had contact with most of the pilots. Only Quatre had managed to stay in touch, and he did so strictly for business.
Containing her surprise, Relena nodded. "Very well, thank you for reminding me."
Despite his long years of service, Relena hardly felt comfortable with being anything less formal with the elderly man. He had never breached the bounds of their professional relationship, either. Though the man respected her and served her loyally, Relena suspected that he was not entirely pleased with the way she had handled certain things after the end of the Eve Wars. Certain things like this Unification. It seemed so large a task, with two very hard-headed groups of people trying very hard to maintain their differences.
Relena took a seat at the table and began to eat her breakfast, preoccupied. For someone so young—she'd just turned 20—she felt like such an old woman at times. She felt like someone who longed for the security of retirement, so she could live her life in peace.
Peace. She frowned thoughtfully and sighed. Peace had reigned for the past four years, but she still felt that she had to peer over her shoulder at every sound, and that there was no one she could really trust. Not even her so-called 'friend', Dorothy Catalonia.
But if there had been anything that Ms. Catalonia had shown Relena, it was how mistaken she had been. Even now the girl's words still haunted her. The woman had sarcastically praised every action that the younger, less experienced Relena had taken, and had watched smirking from the background as she nearly fell apart.
And she would have, had she not been able to look to Heero Yuy as a source of courage and hope. Funny how such a stoic, cruel person could be the angel of mercy that the people had been looking for. And in that angel of mercy's wake had traveled Death, Shadow, Nobility, and Justice.
As she finished her breakfast, Pagan began to set out her clothes. He'd chosen an off-pink business suite for her, with a crisp white dress shirt and a coral hair ribbon.
"Thank you, Pagan, that will be all." Her voice left no room for argument, and Pagan silently left the room. She stood and clothed herself, wondering what the meeting with Quatre would be like. She hadn't seen him in quite some time—nearly six months. She recalled that at one time Duo referred to the young man as the leader of the pilots. The glue that held them all together. Funny that now she was the glue holding the people of the Earth together.
Relena had only been up to the colonies a handful of times, though her position was starting to require a lot of travelling. She was learning about the colonies as fast as she could, and was starting to understand the day-to-day struggles of the people of space. Still, Unification looked risky, and Relena was none too hopeful. She only hoped her meeting with Quatre would clear things up. She was still haunted by images of the past, images she hoped she could rid the people of.
She picked up her phone and dialed the number of her new commissioner Geoffrey Marks. He was young, about her age, actually. He was strikingly attractive with a nice tan and sparkling emerald-colored eyes. She smiled as she recalled the way the reporters had leapt all over these facts, claiming that 'Ms. Peacecraft/Darlain is looking for a partner in bed rather than a partner in business.'
Well, the reporters were wrong. Geoff was more than an intelligent and resourceful man, he was also her friend. She smiled as he picked up the phone, grumbling.
"It's Sunday," he grumbled, "so you better have a damn good reason to be calling me at seven a.m."
"Geoff," she replied cheerfully. "I have a meeting, and I'd like you to attend, as well."
"Ms. Darlain…sorry about that."
She waved it off, smiling. "Don't worry about it, Geoff. And I told you to call me Relena. You should get dressed, this might prove to be interesting. I know how much you like to travel."
She could practically hear Geoff's exasperation. "What time do I have to be there?"
"The meeting starts at noon."
"All right…I'll stop by your estate to pick you up at about 11:20."
"Ciao!"
"Bye."
Relena set her phone in its cradle and smiled once more. Geoff was obviously not a morning person. She wondered why she'd never noticed before. Her smiled widened as she thought of the look Heero would have on his face if he knew.
"Well, Heero…I've moved on…" she murmured aloud, and turned to her computer to start her work day.
This story is post-Endless Waltz. The year is A.C. 200, when all the pilots are twenty with the exception of Trowa, who is 21.
Heero Yuy has taken on the name Heitai, given to him at birth by his parents before they were killed. During this point and time, Heero resided on the L-1 colony, completely out of contact with the other pilots. Though he has heard about some of the 'fires' that the Preventers had been putting out, he makes it a firm point to stay completely away from battle.
Duo Maxwell, on the other hand, did not make any attempts to hide his identity, and lived peacefully on Earth in the former American city known as San Diego. He took up the profession of acting soon after leaving L-2 and Hilde S. behind, and had become quite a star.
Trowa Barton kept the name 'Trowa' as opposed to Nanashi, and remained with the circus in solitude. He, too, kept far from the battlefield, preferring the quiet circus life to the hectic demons of the past.
Quatre Raberba Winner remained the most well-known of the five, though his participation in the war as a Gundam Pilot had remained a secret. He ran the company and sent it to new heights of success, branching out to put the Winner name in the multi-media market. Winner Enterprises, under Quatre's steady leadership, became well known in the movie and music businesses, while continuing to dominate the natural resource market in space.
Chang Wufei disappeared into China following the Eve Wars, and had not been heard of since.
This story starts with Relena Peacecraft, whom has continued her career as a Vice Foreign Minister. She has ignored the people's view of her, oblivious to the fact that they continue to look to her for guidance and leadership.
"Good morning, Pagan. What does my schedule look like this morning?" asked Relena Peacecraft/Darlain as her trusted friend entered the room. Her two young nieces bowed to the elderly man and raced past him in search of their father and mother.
"Good morning, Ms. Relena," Pagan replied as he set a tray of breakfast foods on the table near the windows of Relena's room. "Today you have a meeting with Mr. Winner about the Resource Satellite project as well as your standpoints on the Unification process. He seemed most curious to her your point of view. I understand the project is most sensitive. He commented that the committee has made very little progress in the past four and a half years."
Four and a half years, Relena thought with a jolt. It had been a long time since the end of the war. A long time since she'd had contact with most of the pilots. Only Quatre had managed to stay in touch, and he did so strictly for business.
Containing her surprise, Relena nodded. "Very well, thank you for reminding me."
Despite his long years of service, Relena hardly felt comfortable with being anything less formal with the elderly man. He had never breached the bounds of their professional relationship, either. Though the man respected her and served her loyally, Relena suspected that he was not entirely pleased with the way she had handled certain things after the end of the Eve Wars. Certain things like this Unification. It seemed so large a task, with two very hard-headed groups of people trying very hard to maintain their differences.
Relena took a seat at the table and began to eat her breakfast, preoccupied. For someone so young—she'd just turned 20—she felt like such an old woman at times. She felt like someone who longed for the security of retirement, so she could live her life in peace.
Peace. She frowned thoughtfully and sighed. Peace had reigned for the past four years, but she still felt that she had to peer over her shoulder at every sound, and that there was no one she could really trust. Not even her so-called 'friend', Dorothy Catalonia.
But if there had been anything that Ms. Catalonia had shown Relena, it was how mistaken she had been. Even now the girl's words still haunted her. The woman had sarcastically praised every action that the younger, less experienced Relena had taken, and had watched smirking from the background as she nearly fell apart.
And she would have, had she not been able to look to Heero Yuy as a source of courage and hope. Funny how such a stoic, cruel person could be the angel of mercy that the people had been looking for. And in that angel of mercy's wake had traveled Death, Shadow, Nobility, and Justice.
As she finished her breakfast, Pagan began to set out her clothes. He'd chosen an off-pink business suite for her, with a crisp white dress shirt and a coral hair ribbon.
"Thank you, Pagan, that will be all." Her voice left no room for argument, and Pagan silently left the room. She stood and clothed herself, wondering what the meeting with Quatre would be like. She hadn't seen him in quite some time—nearly six months. She recalled that at one time Duo referred to the young man as the leader of the pilots. The glue that held them all together. Funny that now she was the glue holding the people of the Earth together.
Relena had only been up to the colonies a handful of times, though her position was starting to require a lot of travelling. She was learning about the colonies as fast as she could, and was starting to understand the day-to-day struggles of the people of space. Still, Unification looked risky, and Relena was none too hopeful. She only hoped her meeting with Quatre would clear things up. She was still haunted by images of the past, images she hoped she could rid the people of.
She picked up her phone and dialed the number of her new commissioner Geoffrey Marks. He was young, about her age, actually. He was strikingly attractive with a nice tan and sparkling emerald-colored eyes. She smiled as she recalled the way the reporters had leapt all over these facts, claiming that 'Ms. Peacecraft/Darlain is looking for a partner in bed rather than a partner in business.'
Well, the reporters were wrong. Geoff was more than an intelligent and resourceful man, he was also her friend. She smiled as he picked up the phone, grumbling.
"It's Sunday," he grumbled, "so you better have a damn good reason to be calling me at seven a.m."
"Geoff," she replied cheerfully. "I have a meeting, and I'd like you to attend, as well."
"Ms. Darlain…sorry about that."
She waved it off, smiling. "Don't worry about it, Geoff. And I told you to call me Relena. You should get dressed, this might prove to be interesting. I know how much you like to travel."
She could practically hear Geoff's exasperation. "What time do I have to be there?"
"The meeting starts at noon."
"All right…I'll stop by your estate to pick you up at about 11:20."
"Ciao!"
"Bye."
Relena set her phone in its cradle and smiled once more. Geoff was obviously not a morning person. She wondered why she'd never noticed before. Her smiled widened as she thought of the look Heero would have on his face if he knew.
"Well, Heero…I've moved on…" she murmured aloud, and turned to her computer to start her work day.
