Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I do own Solaris Roku Taiga and Nightshade.

NOTE: For those of you who read ch3 before 9/17/07 then you should reread it as pertinent information has been added.

'Thoughts'

"Speech"

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She was in either a hospital or infirmary. The smell and feel of the hard bed beneath her revealed that much. The weight of heavy manacles around her wrists and ankles warned that she was not among friends.

Listening, she could hear five sets of lungs pumping the air within the rooms. Judging by the lack of other sounds, she was most likely in an infirmary. Hospitals were never this quiet. Human hearing should not have been able to pick up the soft breaths around her, but well… her hearing was rather acute. Her hearing was slightly muted compared to normal, so her Control was hovering around 90. High, very high.

Training kept her face passive while she struggled to figure out where she was and why. She easily tranced into memory recall. 'Ah' on a mission on L4 she had been captured and forced to endure two days of interrogation before Oz slipped up. She had then been flying to the next mission point when she ran into an Oz fleet.

She had survived, but with extensive damage. That explained her Control level. She had been forced to drop to 0 in order to survive. Now she was dealing with the reverse as always. It would level out gradually.

'Time to wake up' her eyes fluttered open. Instantly tension filled the room. 'Observant buggers, just waiting to interrogate me.' She coolly studied the five boys who watched her warily. They looked young, but she knew the look in their eyes. It was that of an age far beyond that of their form. She knew it well. She saw it every time she looked in a mirror.

One boy was sprawled across a bed to her right. The one she had gotten with a dart. They most have found the antidotes. His eyes were an odd shade of blue, almost purple. He appeared lazy and inert, but his hand tucked under the thin pillow. He probably held a gun.

Leaning on the metal wall of the ship was a tall boy with hair falling over piercing green eyes. 'Interesting hair style.' So, they were still on whatever spaceship they had picked her up in. They had brought Nightshade aboard with her so it had to be a carrier.

Next to meet her gaze was a blond boy with sea green eyes. He seemed the persona of innocence, but his eyes held the same darkness as all soldiers.

An ebony-haired boy sat lotus on the bed behind the purple-eyed boy. He was glaring at her. 'Still mad you lost to a girl?' She had clawed that one. They must have realized she had poisoned him too.

At the foot of her bed, a cold, blue-eyed boy watched her, a .45 caliber grasped loosely in hand. Silence reigned between them for a long time.

"Who are you?" he asked.

'Well?' she put to her Control as always. There were only a very few people that were preprogrammed in as being allowed to know her information. So far she hadn't met very many of them. She waited but none of the usual warning shocks came. 'What!' That meant these five boys were programmed into Control. She could speak to them without painful consequences. She paled. This had never occurred before. These five boys had to be the other pilots. They were the only others programmed in besides her trainer that she knew of.

"Who are you?" the boy asked again. Frost edged his words.

Her mouth fell open and she began to speak to the five she had wanted to meet for so long. "Designation: 06, Ranking, Gundam Pilot. Class, assassin. Name Solaris Roku Taiga. Gundam, Nightshade. Specialty poisons. Weapon of choice. Chain blades."

A crease formed on the boy's brow. "You would willingly tell us this?"

She nodded, "It is allowed."

"Where did you acquire the Gundam?"

"My trainer, Doctor K." Still no shocks warned her from speaking.

"Who is Doctor K?"

"My trainer, beyond that I don't know. I believe he is dead."

"If he's dead where do you get orders from?"

"I was given over to Doctor J when Doctor K went missing."

There was hidden shock throughout the room. "Doctor J?" the boy demanded.

"Yes."

"What do you mean given over? You make it sound like you were an object given to Doctor J in a will," the purple-eyed boy said.

"I was."

The blond snarled. "You are a human being not some object to be given or inherited!"

She shrugged. "I go where ordered."

The blond looked pained, and opened his mouth as if the say more. A quiet beeping came from a laptop on the counter. The cold-eyed boy straightened up and opened the black machine.

She allowed her eyes to slide shut. It had been a grueling few days and she hurt all over. The excitement of having found the other pilots could not sustain her forever. If Oz had not slipped and left her unchained, she would still be there suffering their irritable tempers. The boys could bug Doctor J if they wanted to know more. She wanted only to sleep. Oblivion wrapped its warm tendrils around her and she sank into it happily.

Tbc…

A new chapter done! So what do you all think? I know. I had her pass out in the middle of a mild interrogation, but she's had little sleep and lost a lot of blood over the last few days. Dropping to 0 Control wipes her out too. What is Control??? Haven't you figured it out yet? Too bad, you'll just have to keep reading.

HDTQWHDTQW stands for the boys' pov

SRTSRTSRT stands for Solaris's pov

Reviews would be nice!!!!