Chapter One
"Rashid! Prepare five spots in the suits bay we're getting company! Oh, and make sure one is connected to the high walkway." Quatre said to his friend.
"Yes master Quatre, I assume your comrades are coming?" Rashid, a large brown haired, brown eyed Arabic man said.
The smaller pilot nodded with an excited glint in his eyes.
The Arabic man looked him over and saw a still quite tiny blond haired blue-eyed boy, with a peculiar glint in his eyes that told of love.
"Should we expect trouble?" he then asked.
"Hmmm. Maybe a little... We have to rescue 06 and his Gundam in the dessert before OZ notices and get the pilot out of his suit. My mission data said he didn't have as good of a landing as was expected, so he's trapped inside."
Rashid gave a rueful smile and noted "Best get the welders ready then."
"You don't have to look like that's a bad thing! They could use the practice." Quatre joked along.
A grinning Rashid, though it was difficult to see because of his beard, then promptly chased him out of the room.
Neither of them would admit it but they both knew the welders couldn't be matched by anyone, though it wouldn't hurt if they started to work faster.
Quatre then saw about getting the five rooms ready making sure one of them connected to his own and two of the other four connected as well.
The empath had to reconsider the room arrangements when he realized that Wu Fei and Duo's would be across from one another. In the end, he placed Wu Fei in the bedroom to the right of his own and Duo at the opposite end of the hall. After all, those two were ready to murder one another on a good day; It was pure hell on a bad day.
Oh sure, they didn't hate each other but Duo's sense of what was and what wasn't good humour was slightly off, thus infuriating Wufei on a daily basis with his pranks.
Then his thoughts wandered to the last two pilots, Heero, and his love, Trowa.
Heero was Duo's soulmate and always serious. Orders used to come first with the Japanese teen but now Duo came first, a fact both the braided pilot and Quatre were glad of, after all it was Quatre who felt everyone's emotions and it had almost torn him apart on multiple occasions.
Then there was Trowa.
Oh how he missed him.
