Lovely readers,
is very happy to present a normal length chapter!
Thank you to all those of you who read the previous chapters and still plan on reading!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Liana... but you know that already...
WarningS: this story is OC centric.
The story might not follow the Gundam Seed Destiny timeline properly...
Enjoy!
An hour after my arrival on the new ship, I was meeting with a lady that had normal coloured hair and seemed to have some power compared to the other people. The room was a small living room with metallic grey walls and white armchairs made of some material I had never seen. Everything was attached to either the walls or floor. Yes, definitely a space ship thingy… again.
"Welcome to the archangel, I am captain Murrue." She looked very kind, but her voice was confident.
"I am Liana." I smiled hoping that she wouldn't look me up inside an awkward room like White hair did.
We looked alike, except for the age difference and the hair, mine was a much lighter shade and longer. She was not talking, clearly waiting for something to happen. Having nothing to say (except probably some random remarks about flying robots that she would probably find awkward) I started to look around, that's how I noticed there was one more chair next to hers. I stared back at her, she didn't look at all aggravated or anything she was just glancing now and then at the automatically-sliding-door. She was obviously waiting for someone, for this silence would have been useless if not. With no warning whatsoever, she started rant-*cough* talking (what's this with commanders and ranting).
"Well, Liana, rest assured, we are not going to confine you in your room as they did on your previous ship. No one knows how long your stay on our ship will last, but we'll try to make you feel at home."
Yeah, good luck with that…
"Still, there are some concepts that are probably different. First of all, on the Archangel, coordinators and naturals are treated equally." I nodded, although I still knew nothing of the all coordinator-vs.-natural concept.
"Now what was your previous occupation on the plants? Were you a student? The child of a rebel? A journalist?"
I'll pick answer D: none of the above. The sliding doors, made the sound futuristic sliding doors make and footsteps followed.
"She was neither."
That was a male's voice, he had a bruise on one eye and a purple and white uniform that matched the lady's.
"Finally! Liana, this is the captain Waltfeld."
I lightly bowed my head and smiled.
"Please Murrue, this girl has nothing to give to your captain title, just call me Andrew, you don't need ranks on your mind as well. I spoke with Meyrin, Murrue, do you know who this pretty young lady, who resembles you very much, is?"
The lady first observed me, noting the similar traits, she answered afterwards, doubt clear in her voice.
"Well, I was told she was held captive in the Rousseau"
Memories, sweet memories…
"Yes, but do you know why?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Lets say she's a special young lady"
It was clear the lady was starting to get annoyed; at least it showed on her tone.
"And what exactly does special implies, captain Waltfeld?"
"Well for starters, she's not getting on my ship, anywhere near the plants and any location where she could be recognised for that matter. She was a very important test subject, where she came from at least."
It was probably on purpose when he left a dramatic silence between this and his next sentence. The identical glare we sent him meant one thing: stop stalling before I hit you...
"She's literally the first coordinator to ever survive and function normally. She's the Success!"
I almost face palmed (is that a verb?). Again with that mysterious achievement thing, seriously is it a running pun? The female captain though, understood perfectly what he meant. Her face froze some time.
"But, shouldn't she be…" semi-asked Murrue
Older than you… yes… it was a calm spring morning in senior year… I fell from the blue screen of doom.
"Somehow she time travelled through an instant portal"
So my stupid laptop is actually a super-powerful-advanced-and-cool-time-machine? I knew I should've read that manual.
"Wait, what can trigger something like that?" They both stared at me. So I explained myself.
"Look, I don't know much about your flying robots and stuff, but I know that things can not just randomly appear out of thin air… if that happened, we would know…"
"You're right," said Murrue "it's as if someone wanted you to appear in this time"
After more ranting from both the captains, it was decided that I would be staying in the Archangel and tell few as possible about whom I was, where I came from. We even came up with a fake story. Something about me being a student journalist who knew too much. I met lots of normal coloured haired people on this ship, they all tried to teach me something ship-related or to get Intel on what I knew (the journalist lie and all). It was quite entertaining. Then captain Murrue decided that I should learn to defend myself, so Athrun guy started giving me firing lessons, it was clear that something would go wrong with that...
That's it for this week! YAY NORMAL LENGHT!
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