I do not own Gundam Build Fighters, Gundam Seed or any of the Gundam Franchise.

Inspired by Eyes in Seed and set in the same universe as both Eyes in Seed and Build Fighters N with the permission of Nemesis Astraea.


Chapter 2: Riddhe?

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The crew of the Earth Alliance ship Montgomery were standing in shock as the two Ginn's that had nearly destroyed them were defeated in a matter of seconds by a white and blue jet like mobile armor equipped with a beam weapon. They all but watched as their mysterious hero flew off towards the enemy Nazca-class cruiser Vesalius dodging fire without much difficulty. As it approached the Vesalius a faint blue flame appeared on parts of it's fuselage before the two tuning fork like pods mounted beneath its wings detached and flew ahead of it. The mobile armor and its two pods started opening fire on the destroyer's weapons, removing its fangs so to speak.

The stolen mobile suit Aegis noticed this aggression towards its ship and broke off from fighting the Strike and moved to intercept the new combatant. The unknown effortlessly dodged the incoming fire from the Aegis, but did not fire back and only recalled its remote weapons. Now within a relatively close distance, the red mobile suit ignited the beam saber mounted on its arm in an attempt to cleave its skilled foe apart. The jet nimbly dodged the beam saber and did something nobody expected; it transformed into a mobile suit. The Aegis attempted a backhand slash with its beam saber only for it to be blocked by the unknown mobile suits beam saber, a feat that should be impossible. As the Aegis prepared to make another lunge it just stopped and looked at the white battleship, Archangel, before lowering its arms and returned to the Vesalius.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted, too bad Flay had to pull that 'hostage' stunt." I said as I watched the Nazca-class ship fly off. "Now there's the matter of introducing myself to the crew of the Archangel."

As my I moved the Delta Kai towards the white ship I thought about how I was going to play myself off. I decided on playing as a dimensionally displaced character from the Universal Century of the Gundam multiverse, where Delta Kai originally came from. As I approached the ship, the Strike stood before me with rifle in hand. On the left console a small light began flashing.

"They sure work quick." I said before pressing the button and opening a communications channel subsequently bringing up an image of the bridge up on the monitor.

"This is Lieutenant Murrue Ramius, acting Captain of the Earth Alliance Forces vessel Archangel. Pilot of the unknown mobile suit Identify yourself." The seemingly inexperienced captain replied in as commanding a tone as she could muster.

"This is Second Lieutenant Riddhe Marcenas of Earth Federation Forces Londo Bell Special Operations unit and pilot of the MSN-001x Delta Kai; I request permission to come aboard." I reply.

"I've never heard of a 'Londo Bell' before and where did you get that mobile suit?" "We were formed by the Earth Federation Forces after the first Neo Zeon War to replace the corrupt Titans and prevent further rebellions by Zeon Remnants, how couldn't you know of us? As for my mobile suit, I was assigned as its pilot when it was brought aboard my ship the Nahel Argama for trials."

'Who knew my natural abilities to memorize obscure facts and spew bullshit in a realistic manner would come in handy' I thought to myself.

"Zeon, Titans, Neo Zeon War? Nothing you're saying is making any sense! We are at war with ZAFT, and your wasting our time with this?"

"Now your making no sense! To the best of my knowledge there has never been a group called ZAFT in the Universal Century, and I'm a freaking hobby historian!"

"Universal Century? What are you talking about?"

"How could you not know what the Universal Century is? It's been the yearly calendar ever since we moved away from Anno Domini 96 years ago."

"Except the Cosmic Era callander replaced Anno Domini 71 years ago."

"Cosmic Era? I havent had enough coffee for this. Look, arguing over coms about the who's right and who's wrong is getting us nowhere. Will you let me land so we can sort this out face to face?"

After a few seconds of consulting with two others on the bridge the Captain of the Archangel spoke to me again.

"Your right, this arguing like this is a waste of time. Permission to land granted, follow the Strike to the Hanger we will continue our conversation later." She said before closing the line.

"Delta Kai to Strike, in case you didnt hear everything the Captain wants me to follow you to the hanger." I said to the white, red and blue mobile suit over a comm channel.

"R-right." The Strike's pilot said nervously.

I followed the Strike to an open hatch on the Archangel. After watching the Strike land inside and have its backpack and weapons removed, it was my turn to land. I use the maneuvering thrusters to position myself and move into the ship, the door closing behind me. As I moved further into the ship I set the Delta Kai's feet onto the deck and walked it over to an open MS cage to dock it. After I docked my mobile suit, I shut down all movement and weapons systems, keeping the camera on to view the inside of the hanger. After a few seconds the hanger pressurized and the ship's mechanics came out to do repairs and maintenance on the Strike and the Moebius Zero, a small mobile armor with 4 pods mounted around what looks like a wingless jet. Following the mechanics was a squad of soldiers who made a B line towards my Delta Kai.

"I should have asked them not to send an armed escort for me" I said to myself as I powered down the monitors and began to open the hatch.

On board the Vesalius Rau Le Creuset was in his quarters reviewing the footage from the previous battle. After watching it thoroughly he began replaying a certain part over and over again trying to grasp what happened.

He watched as the video showed the two Ginn's that were sent to destroy the last of the legged ships remaining reinforcements being destroyed in a matter of seconds by what looked like a light violet and white and lavender fighter jet. The first was destroyed by a pink beam that drilled straight through the cockpit, and the second was cleaved in half with a blunt force strike from what initially looked to have been a suicide attack. The perpetrator of the collision somehow managed to come out of it without even so much as a single scratch on its paint job.

As the video showed the machine approache the Vesalius, Rau remembered the strange pressure quite vividly, it was as though the pilot of the mysterious new machine had the same ability as both he and Mu La Flaga. He paused the video as the machine began to manifest a faint blue flame like effect on certain portions of it.

'What is that? It's impossible to have a flame in the vacuum of space due without oxygen to feed it. Could it be the reason I felt the pilots presence or is it a new system developed by the Earth Alliance similar to the mirage colloid installed on the Blitz?' Rau pondered.

Resuming the video, he watched as the machine detached what seemed to be wireless weapon pods based off of the Mobius Zero's remote gun barrels. The remote weapons proceded to destroy the Vesalius' offensive and defensive armaments with extreme percision.

The Aegis broke off of combat with the Alliances remaining G-weapon and doubled back to defend the ship. As the Aegis approached the fighter moved farther away from the Vesalius, as if to allow the Aegis to use its High Energy Beam Rifle without the risk of hitting the ship. The fighter recalled its weapon pods all the while dodging beam after beam from the Aegis. As the last weapon pod docked with the machine Rau noted that the blue flame faded.

'So, that flame is somehow tied to its remote weapons. Maybe its some form of new wireless transmission system.' he thought as the video continued.

As soon as the Aegis got to close range, arguably its intended area of expertise, it stowed its beam rifle in favor of the beam saber mounted in its arm. The Aegis lunged with the fighter responding by rolling out of the way before transforming into what apeard to be an unknown G-weapon. The Aegis then proceed to spin clockwise, attempting to use the momentum to slash with its right arm's saber. The new G-weapon preformed a similar maneuver all while grabbing and igniting a beam saber from its nosecone turned shield. As the sabers moved into each other, they clashed.

'Curious, this new G-weapon seems to have some form of repelling factor built into its beam sabers that the other machines lack.' Rau noted.

After being pushed away by the white machine, the Aegis reared its right arm back as if readying to punch with its beam saber still ignited and the opposing G-weapon took a defensive stance. Before any move could be made, however, the Aegis stopped and looked at the legged ship, no doubt because of the transmission reporting that Lacus Clyne had been taken hostage. The Aegis then deactivated its beam saber and returned to the Vesalius and the new G-weapon returned its saber to its shield. The new machine then looked at the Vesalius, no, Rau felt that this G-weapon was looking at HIM.

'Is it challenging me or could the pilot feel my presence like I could feel his and La Flaga's? No matter the case, only time will tell.' Rau though before shutting down the recording.

Everyone in the hanger watched with baited breaths as the hatch on the unknown Mobile Suit opened. From within the machine a tall and thin figure wearing a strange pilot suit emerged with hands raised and a bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, can you PLEASE put the firearms away? I helped you guys out in the last battle so the least you can do is cut me a little slack!" He questioned with a nervous voice.

A few of the soldiers looked at eachother and then back at him with their weapons still raised.

"Consider it a precaution." came a voice from the other side of the soldiers who then parted to make way for their acting captain; a brunette wearing a white uniform with matching hat and skirt. "You are an unknown who is in possession of an extremely powerful Mobile Suit and your motives are unclear. Why would we take a risk like that?"

"Then why did you 'risk' letting me land on your ship? If you're looking for guarantees then why let an unknown onto your ship, let alone greet them with a squad of men, each one armed with an automatic rifle? That's more likely to scare potential help off, especially considering that I already helped you out in that last battle!"

"He's got a fair point you know captain." said a tall blond man who wore a similar uniform to the captain but left slightly less neat but with pants and without the hat.

"Finally, Someone here who understands reason!" the pilot said with a laugh.

"Noted, Lieutenant La Flaga." Captain Ramius stated ignoring the pilot's most recent comment.

"What? He helped us when we were in a jam, we should at least give him the benefit of the doubt!" La Flaga responded nonchalantly.

"Lets just start with introductions since last time things swiftly tumbled into an argument." The pilot said taking off his helmet and revealing a young man about 18 years old, with rough brown hair and brown eyes poking out from behind his wireframe glasses. "Second Lieutenant Riddhe Marcenas of Londo Bell, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Right, I'm Lieutenant Murrue Ramius, and this is Lieutenant Mu La Flaga, the pilot of the Moebius Zero." Ramius introduced.

"And that kid over there," My said gesturing at the brunette in a blue pilot suit watching from the catwalk, "Is Kira Yamato the current pilot of the Strike."

"It's a pleasure to meet you guys, but, uh, before we get to a proper questioning, can I have maybe 10 minutes to change and use the restroom? And please no armed escort, I would be kinda stuck in space without you picking me up so I owe it to you to not start something!" Riddhe insisted while adjusting the bag strap on his right shoulder.

"That's fine with me." replied the captain, "Lieutenant La Flaga, do you mind showing him to the changing room?"

"No problem! Right this way Lieutenant Marcenas.", Mu said before jumping towards the catwalk.

"Im not from your military so my rank means next to nothing. So please, just call me Riddhe." replied the young man before following La Flaga through the low gravity hanger.

'Well, I made it this far without getting shot, thats good. Although the name thing is going to take some time to get used too.' I thought while finishing changing into the beige and white Londo Bell uniform from the bag I found in the Delta Kai's cockpit.

"Hey Rhidde, you OK in there?" asked Mu through the door.

"Yeah, i'm fine. I did say I wanted to change out of my pilot suit after all."

"Right, well the Captain asked me to take you to the conference room after you got done in there, so hurry up you don't want to keep her waiting."

"I'm on my way out now. I sware, they make these uniforms uncomfortable just to spite guys like us." I said. Exiting the changing room I was greeted with La Flaga leaning on the wall next to the door.

"I know the feeling. Confrence room is this way, follow me." he said as he grabbed onto the handle on the wall letting it take him down the hallway. I repeated his motions and followed. After a short trip we finally stopped at a door, which I could only guess was that of the conference room.

"I'm ready when you are."

"Alright then go on in." he replied while curiously eyeing my clothing.

I walked into the room to be greeted not only by the acting captain and her xo, but a middle aged man with greying brown hair wearing a business suit as well. All three sitting at the opposite end of a conference table. Immediately I snapped into a salute as Mu passed me and took a seat by the black haired Ensign Badgiruel, who was constantly glaring at me.

"At ease Lieutenant Marcenas, and I believe some introductions are in order, to my right is the Archangel's second in command, Ensign Natarel Badgiruel," The Ramius said gesturing towards the the raven haired xo. "and too my left is the Atlantic Federation Vice Forign Minister George Allster. Now, would you kindly explain your situation to us?"

I did as I was asked and sat down.

"Let me start off by saying its a pleasure to make your aquantance Ensign Badgiruel and Mr Allster. On to buissiness, as stated earlier, I am Second Lieutenant Rhidde Marcenas, a Mobile Suit pilot for the Earth Federation Space Force special operations unit called Londo Bell." I stated in as calm and concise a manner I could.

"What is this 'Londo Bell'? I have never heard of such a division in the Earth Alliance, and none of the Alliance forces, save the Archangel, have mobile suits for that matter!" the middle aged man stated.

"The Londo Bell task force was created on March 21, 0090 of the Universal Century to fight armed anti-government activists against the Earth Federation, but in all reality we are only dispatched in the event of a major insurgency."

'Why is it only now, when I am in a Gundam universe, that I realize that I am a walking gundam encyclopedia? Also, I didn't expect that George Allister would be here, I forgot he was on that ship I prevented from being destroyed.'

"Universal Century? What is that? I demand you stop playing games with me boy!" Allister fumed.

"That, is a long story. So I must ask you to please hold all questions until the end of the presentation." I stated. Walking over to the TV that adorned the wall, I pulled my GP base and its cord out of my pocket. Looking at the side of the screen I found a usb port and plugged in my GP base.

"Presentation?" asked Mu.

'It seems that USB is a constant piece of human technology no matter what universe you're in.' I mentally mused while synching up the data on my base to the TV.

"Class is now in session! There is a lot of history to cover even if this is only the condensed version. Now without further ado, let us begin!"

An hour or so went by with me presenting a lecture of condensed history about the Universal Century, complete with death by impromptu powerpoint.

"With the revelation of Laplace's box being the original charter of the Earth Federation and its additional article, we reach the end of the brief synopsis, If you want to continue to delve further in depth with the history of the Universal Century please see me after class. Now, are there any questions?" I asked, finishing my presentation and scanning my captive audience of 4, most of whom were either struggling to stay awake or asleep.

"Lieutenant La Flaga, would you like me to clarify anything for you?" I ask, causing the sleeping man to jump and rousing the rest of the people in attendance.

"Who, wha?" He asked in a stupor.

"Since I noticed you falling asleep at about Operation Stardust, I figured you might have had some questions, especially after you showed such interest in the concept of Newtypes." I started, crossing my arms and cocking my head to the side.

"I actually have some questions." Natarl said raising her hand.

"Shoot."

"Well, first of all, can I ask you to elaborate more on the Antarctic Treaty? While you only touched on it during the One Year War it came up again at Operation Stardust, why?"

"The Antarctic Treaty, hmm, that's an old one to say the least. All right, the Antarctic Treaty was, in effect, an agreement between the Earth Federation and the Principality of Zeon during the One Year War that banned the usage of nuclear armaments, dropping colonies or large asteroids on Earth, and the usage of biological or chemical weapons. The reason it comes back during Operation Stardust because the Zeon remnants believed that the nuclear armed GP02 Physalis was a breach in the Antarctic Treaty. At this point the Principality of Zeon was replaced by the Republic of Zeon and thus no longer existed as a government, rendering the treaty null and void."

"History lesson aside, we have more pressing matters to attend to, like meeting up with the 8th fleet. So can we finish up here?" Captain Ramius interrupted.

"Of course, frankly you could have left at any point if you felt like it, there isn't a quiz on this or anything. You asked who I am and where I came from and due to circumstances that neither of us know, the answer was a longer story than I anticipated." I replied.

"You could have at least told us how long you were planning on talking!" George exclaimed.

"Truth be told, that was all on the spot, and before you ask, I research military history and past wars in my free time. If you would like, next time I lecture you on the Second World War that happened at roughly 1940 AD." I said with a slightly sadistic smile.

"I would rather not be lectured a second time by a Coordinator!"

"Whats a coordinator, and why do you think I am one?"

"How do you not know what a Coordinator is?" asked La Flaga.

"Do I need to repeat the lecture so you can get it throug your head that I'm not from the Cosmic Era? Granted everyone with the exception Ensign Badgeruel was either sleeping or close to it, but I digress, there is nothing by that name in the Universal Century." I calmly stated while unplugging my GP base from the monitor.

'Thankfully they can't distinguish my bullshit from actual lack of knowledge.'

"A Coordinator is a human who has been genetically altered before birth to be better than natural born humans like us in pretty much every regard." Captain Ramius explained.

"Nope those definitely DO NOT exist in UC, unless you count Cyber Newtypes but those usually start as orphans or clones and are chemically or mechanically conditioned usually." I said.

"Then how can you pilot a Mobile Suit if you're not a Coordinator?" asked George.

"Because Mobile Suits are designed by humans for human use? In the Universal Century Mobile Suits originated from heavy lift units used to help build colonies called Mobile Workers, before they were modified for combat that is." I explained.

"But Mobile Suit operating systems are to complicated for Naturals to use!"

"Again, not from the Cosmic Era, and in the Universal Century the only weapon types exclusive to a particular kind of person are the Newtype exclusive psycommu weapons, aka remote weapons that require the pilot to have an enhanced spatial awareness like Lieutenant La Flaga and myself."

"Then we can use your Mobile Suits OS to make our own and finally fight back against the Coordinators on an even playing field!"

"Dont you think your jumping the gun a little bit? You're assuming that my Mobile Suit's OS is compatible with your MS technology, which is likely not the case from what I can gather. Unlike your Strike my MS doesn't change colors, it has a transformation system that yours does not, third it has WIRELESS remote weapons unlike the mobile armor in the hanger, and finally Delta has Psychoframe. And that's only the general features so let's not get into weaponry and other hardware."

"I-I see..."

"Now that I'm done explaining basic logic to Mr. Allster, can you have someone show me to a bunk I can use while i'm here? I wanna take a nap before something else happens." I ask turning to the captain and her xo before yawning to make my point.

"First, I need to know whether or not you will assist us in defending this ship until we reach the 8th Fleet." She insisted.

"I don't see why I can't, after all, my military do not exist in this, i'm going to say dimension for lack of a better term or reference point, and I still need to learn more about YOUR history so I can better fit into society if I can't find a way to get home. Plus, three hots and a cot for serving on a warship is kinda my job description anyway."

"Good, thank you for your cooperation. Lieutenant La Flaga, would you show him to a room he and Kira will be sharing?"

'Are these guys gullible or do I have a really, REALLY convincing personality?' I question myself.

"Wait, Im gonna be sharing a room with Kira?" I ask genuinely curious.

"Yes, due to the large amount of refugee's on board, we have to make due with all the space we can get, so if you dont mind, I would like you and Kira to share a room for the time being so we can conserve space."

"Sounds reasonable. So, La Flaga, are you going to show me to the room, or am I going to have to find it myself?"

"Right this way buddy! Two things though: first, call me Mu, and second, I hope you don't mind if I ask a few questions along the way." La Flaga chimed in with a yawn, moving towards the door.

"Not a problem Mu, but I'm no Newtype expert so you may not get that much of an answer. Oh and Mr. Allister, you may want to read up on a man named Adolf Hitler, your stance on Coordinators remind me a little of his stance on a certain culture." I said before following La Flaga through the door.

After about a half hour 'nap', which consisted of me floating over a bed deep in thought, I decided to head to the mess hall to try and get something to eat so my stomach would stop screaming at me. Upon arriving at the mess, Mu was waiting there and handed me a tablet so I could do 'research on the history of the Cosmic Era' before leaving to do some maintnence on the Mobius Zero. After getting some food and a cup of coffee, I found a place I could sit so I could 'study' and eat. 5 minutes had gone by when a group of teenagers, some wearing colored uniforms, walked in chatting oh so happily.

'Wow, even though I know who they are I can barely recognize them. Then again, anime isn't supposed to look too realistic.'

"Hey isn't that the guy who helped in the last battle?" the one I recognized as Sai Argyle asked.

"Yeah I think so, I hadn't seen him until now but his clothes match the 'officer from another dimension' description to a T." said Miriallia Haw.

"Let's go introduce ourselves, I mean he did help us after all!" said Tolle Koenig.

"But... what if he's a Coordinator?" Flay Allster interjected much to everyone's surprise, and causing me to burst into a small laughing fit.

"I'm so sorry, I just find it mildly amusing that someone with such a pretty face has such an ugly disposition. May I presume she the daughter of the middle aged gentleman I had the pleasure of speaking too alongside Captain Ramius, Ensign Badgerul and Lieutenant La Flaga?" I asked with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, George Allster is her father." replied Kuzzey Buskirk.

"That explains the similar outlook on Coordinators, and for the record; no I am not a Coordinator, they don't exist where Im from." I say as Flay breaths a sigh of relief.

"Then how can you pilot a mobile suit if you're not a Coordinator?" asked Sai.

"Long story short; since Coordinators don't exist in Universal Century, when mobile suits were developed ANYONE could pilot one as long as they had proper training or a manual. Also Miss Allster, the kind of view you have on Coordinators is similar to how the Nazi's viewed the Jewish population back during the second World War, and the Nazi's not only lost that war but were scrutinized and hated ever since." I say in an attempt to alter Flay's perspective.

"Hey, since anybody can pilot Mobile Suits where your from, can pilot yours?" asked Tolle.

"With the propor training; yes. Will I let you; no. I have nothing against you but my machine is a high performance limited production unit equipped with an experimental system that affects the brain. I dont want to take the risk of you having your brain filleted just because I let you in my MS."

"Oh, nevermind then."

"I can understand why you want to, hell, I would have asked the same thing if I were in your shoes, but mobile suits are not toys, they are war machines and to pilot one requires not only training but the resolve to kill or be killed."

'Ironic since up until today the Delta Kai was a poseable model kit not too far off of an action figure you build yourself.'

"Hey do you mind if we join you? We really want to know about where you came from!" Miriallia asked.

"Yeah, there has got to be loads of things different from the Cosmic Era there!" Sai said.

"Less than you think, from what I can tell." I say lifting the tablet I was given.

"What do you mean?"

"Well the oversimplified similarities are as follows; Mobile Suits, space colonies, Earth based government, and conflict."

The group of volunteer soldiers let out a collective "Uh..."

"The biggest differences are that we don't have hour glass shaped colony's, we CAN use nuclear armaments even if we don't need or want too, and our Mobile Suit technologies more advanced due to constant conflicts, both minor and major."

"I thought that things would have been so much different but it's just more of the same." Miriallia said.

"It's not all bad, I mean there isn't a race war of planetary proportions happening in the UC, and your Cosmic Era is developing new technologies to generate power due to the N-Jammers disabling nuclear reactors. Now if you will excuse me, I want to go run a system diagnostic on my Delta Kai. I dont want ANOTHER accident to happen today." I said while grabbing both the tablet and empty food tray.

'Note to self, If my actual origins come out; don't talk about IBO, After War Gundam X or Turn A Gundam around these guys.'

"Accident?"

"Well, even though I dont really know how I got here, Im attributing it to a glitch in some of the systems, mainly those involving the psycho frame. That stuff has been the source of 'space magic' events since its first deployment where a mobile suit equipped with the stuff stopped an asteroid called Axis from hitting the Earth and causing a nuclear winter."

As I place the tray on the rack with the other used trays, a small pink ball about the size of a grapefruit bounced into the mess hall.

"Haro, Haro!" the little ball exclaimed as I turned around.

"Mr. Pink, we should have stayed in the room!" a girl with light pink hair and a long dress said while entering the room.

"Wow, I havent seen one of these in a while! Its smaller than Amuro's Haro but its still a Haro none the less." I say as I catch the ball.

"Who's that, Who's that?" the pink Haro asks a I look at it.

"Well little guy, Amuro was an old friend of mine, and he build larger green versions of you in his free time."

"Well, he sounds like a nice person." the pink haired girl said as the ball jumped out of my hands and into hers.

"Yeah, he was. Nevermind the past, I dont believe I've had the pleasure. I am Ge-Riddhe, Riddhe Marcenas. Its a pleasure to meet you, all of you." I say, gesturing to everyone in the room.

'I sware this name thing is going to fuck with my head for a LONG while... now that I think about it why didnt I just use my real name?'

"My name is Lacus Clyne, and this is Mr. Pink!" Lacus states holding out the Haro.

"My name's Tolle."

"Im Sai, pleased to meet you Riddhe!"

"My name is Mirialia, and this is Flay."

"Hi..." flay says sheepishly.

"Im Kuzzy, its a pleasure."

"And who is the one hiding in the back?" I ask dispite allready knowing the answer.

"Kira, Kira Yamato."

"Wait a minute, now I recognize you! Your the kid who La Flaga said was the current pilot of the strike!" I ask again knowing the answer.

"Im not a kid!" Kira fumed.

"La Flaga's words, not mine."

"Yeah, Kira has been protecting us and the Archangel since Heliopolis, the colony we lived in, was destroyed." Mirialia answered.

"Its a shame to hear about your colony but its still impressive that you managed to survive this long on your own. Im looking forward to working along side you in defending the Archangel Kira." I say, much to the teens surprise.

"You're going to be protecting the Archangel too?" Kira asked.

"Well, of course! Not only are they letting me stay abord as long as I help protect the ship, but I just cant in good conscience abandon displaced civilians that are unwillingly stuck in an active warzone!"

"Wow, that means we can see more of your unit in action!" Tolle exclaimed.

"I like your enthusiasm Tolle, but I also cant help but feel that its a little misplaced..."

"Why is that?"

"Well, your happy because you can watch me fight when you should be happy about the fact that I'm improving this ships odds of survival."

"Well, thats what I meant to say, I just couldnt find the words..." Tolle said sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, early warning, I have been told that my sense of humor is kinda... off, for lack of a better word. So I may unintentionally take something meant as a joke seriously and vice versa. Oh, and never ask me 'whats up' unless you want an overly literal and rhetorical answer." I say before scratching the back of my head.

After a few more minutes of light conversation, Kira escorted Lacus back to the her room with a tray of food for the later to eat and I head to the hanger to do a systems check on the Delta Kai.


OK, funny thing, I forgot what I originally wrote here and seeing as these after-story pow wow's are kinda exclusive to the website I'll just have to wing this... I'll admit, I may have revised chapters 2 and 3 ahead of time and mentioned the revisions in chapter 4 but I didnt actually post the updates until 10 days after uploading chapter 4... woops, my bad.