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"Kim Desjardin, don't worry about your friend, he'll be just fine."
"What the fuck? I don't understand! Untie those damn handcuffs right now!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that just now...I press charges against you for threatening and menacing with a gun our mechanic crew and I add the important damage you caused to the Archangel."
"What? How can you say that, are you deranged? They refused to let me out! I had to go out; my mother ship was being attacked by the ZAFT forces, you idiots! What did you wanted me to do, wait there and stand while drinking a cup of tea with some biscuits?" I screamed and squirmed.
"They didn't open the gates because I ordered them to keep them closed because if we were attacked, they would only barge in the hangar and destroy everything from the inside. I know I'm not your captain, Kim, but you trespassed my authority and I can't change that." She said, ending the conversation. The man who was grabbing me had a firm grip, a grip so strong I couldn't even move. I looked behind and saw Commander Mu LaFlaga, holding my arms behind my back. I saw back there the Outpacer and the Valliant waiting, longing for us on a sand hill. I frowned.
I'm not going to let them take me in a rotten dungeon cell!
I kicked LaFlaga on the leg and he let out a grunt, loosening his grip on me. I took the opportunity to run off from him and to turn around to face him. I uppercut kicked him in the face and he fell on the ground, clutching to his nose, letting a stream of blood fall on the creamy caramel sand. I hopped back, knowing the others would eventually try to attack me too. I looked at the Archangel, the main door of the pod open. There's my chance!
I ran to the Archangel, the crew behind me letting out cries of surprise and gasp of fear. I knew Kira would run behind me so I ran faster, remembering all of the intense training we had back at the HQ. The military is not a push-over. I ran faster and harder than anybody back at the HQ, it's not some punk running after me that's going to get me!
"Kim! Stop running!" I heard Kira scream behind me.
I jumped on the main staircase of the entrance pod of the Archangel, spinning my way inside the battle ship. The white corridors were long and wide, enough space and length to make my escape from Kira. I took the first right and got stuck on a door with my coat. God damn it, my coat! Shit, I have to rip it off! As planned the coat ripped of my upper body, leaving me in a white t-shirt. I had to get the handcuffs off before anything else. I turned left and tripped on a crewmember's foot. I quickly got back on my feet and continued running, my boots clicking the polished floor. I looked around to check if anything would be useful to untie my hands. I descended a flight of stairs and a strike of light hit my mind. That's it! The metal brackets attaching the ramp to the wall! Genius!
I ran to the next flight of stairs and located the tiny metal bar in between the ramp and the wall and positioned my arms so it would cross the path with the hand coughs chain. As predicted, when I hit the metal attach, the chain broke, letting my hands become separate once again. But the ramp was cheap, I guess, and it felt down in the flight of stairs, alarming the rest of the ignorant crew. I turned right and heard Kira scream and trip against the ramp, about fifteen meters behind me. What an idiot. I decided to go in the elevator, take a chance and get upstairs, where they were holding Seth.
I got in the elevator at the end of the corridor and saw a security gun inside a red box on the wall. I broke the glass opener and took out the gun and charged it with the bullets besides it. I ran into the elevator and pressed the R2-Cockpit button. I took a deep breath and put the gun in front of me and took a defensive stance. The doors opened and I ran through the sliding doors of the cockpit of the Archangel. Everyone turned around to see me without hand coughs and in possession of a gun. My hair was let loose and I was on the nerves. The captain turned around and Commander Badgiruel looked straight into my eyes. Murrue gasped and I held the gun up high.
"I'm did not come here to be upset, though I should be, and shoot you all. I just wanted to talk so sit down and listen to what happened to us. If you do not, and that applies to you too, Miss Badgiruel, I'll shoot without any hesitation. Is that clear? You'll find out that we've been pretty fucking nice to you despite the gates incident." They said nothing, all of them. They just sat down and open they eyes wide.
"First of all, we never had any intentions of hurting you or even to sink the Archangel. We are a neutral duo part of the Division, intended to help the Naturals and the help the destruction of ZAFT. We are only here to help you. It's that simple." I continued by explaining what the Division really was and how it was created.
"Then, we were assigned to the Star Strike, Seth and I, to watch under severe surveillance the ZAFT commando ship Vesalius. But when we found out that they had new mobile suits that matched the descriptions of ours, we decided to go and check out...if they could pilot it or not. Then, our commander told us they attacked the Archangel, a legged ship of marvelous qualities, but not listed in the military floats. We had to be sure that you were safe."
"So...that's when you came to us?"
"Yes. Then when we were finished with the ZAFT, you told us to get aboard. But we received a signal from our mother ship that we should return. I suspected something so I hurried but you guys wouldn't let me go so...I had no choice. It was my duty as Commander. Then, we went back and..."
"And what? What happened?" asked Murrue.
"Our mother ship was destroyed by ZAFT right after we got out of the Archangel." Everyone looked at each other and closed their eyes, pitied by the situation. I lowered the gun and threw it far away, at the end of the room where no one could take it.
"After that, Seth and I returned to the debris and found a life capsule, a lifepod, as you name it. We don't know what to do with the people in it because if we opened it ourselves, they would suffer from brain damage due to the enormous amount of oxygen they would actually need. They are alive, but kept in minimal display, such as the lowest body temperature, approximately no oxygen and no food or water. But if a professional take care of them, they'll be just fine."
"So...you say we should take them all on the Archangel after the doctor examines them?"
"That would be a possibility, captain. I don't know what you think, thought. It's your decision on that." Murrue looked at Mu La Flaga, worried. He gave her a wink and she blushed. I passed that.
"Anyway. We were now caught up in space and... Let's say I wasn't happy that we had to find you, please understand. We always worked in a pair, never with an entire crew behind us. So a mother ship with an active crew with friends, we don't have that kind of training."
"I see...so no social skills at all? That's weird considering you had a crew on the Star Strike." Mentioned Murrue Ramius, confused and concerned.
"Let's say we didn't have a conventional teams...We weren't friends on board...we were enemies."
"Enemies? What kind of crew is that? That's crazy, yeah its nuts!" screamed LaFlaga.
"That's how I became Commander, Commander LaFlaga. Its how we survive in the Division: the best gets the win, the weak loses the battle. Since we don't have friends, we can't have help in any way. We have to be good from the start and if not...there are heavy consequences. Seth and I...were the best on both our fleets and on the piloting military area."
"My God, you must be really good in a mobile suit! So I suppose those ZAFT soldiers were nothing but a cheap shot for you guys..." mumbled LaFlaga.
"Actually, I think they were gaming with us: only playing with the Strike to see Kira Yamato's capabilities. But this is all assumption; I'm only speaking my mind."
"I can't understand you Coordinators extra logic. It's so complicated…" said LaFlaga in disbelief.
I smirked. "Commander LaFlaga, I'm not a Coordinator."
Everyone gasped to the revelation. I knew it seemed strange that a Natural would pilot such a complicated machine, but I had numerous hundreds of hours of practice with the Valliant: my memory had the benefit of it all.
"Yes, I am a Natural...maybe just a bit different than you guys. I don't have an explanation, if that's your next question."
"Then how come you can pilot the Valliant? It's impossible!" said Badgiruel, outraged.
"It's very possible with the proper training and the hours you spend with your machine. You won't be able, if not a Coordinator, to pilot it with an hour or so of training with a GUNDAM."
"Kira did it, you know." Added one of his friends named Sai, sitting on the lower lever cockpit.
"But Kira is a Coordinator, am I right?" They all looked at him like he was an idiot and turned back to me.
"Seth and I...we're not Coordinators, simply Naturals with training. We can pilot pretty much all the machines the military has around. We are very versatile."
Murrue Ramius had a blank expression on her face, as if she didn't care at all.
"That's amazing and all, but we can't afford such a dangerous addition to the Archangel. It's just...it's complicated. If you eventually turn out on us, we're doomed if we face you. We won't stand a chance and, I do not doubt you abilities, Commander LaFlaga, but still, they're a dangerous threat."
"Like we'd have time to betray you...You guys are killing me! Disloyalty wasn't part of my training! Seth and I..." but I wasn't able to continue my sentence: Badgiruel interrupted me.
"I am not speaking about that boy, Seth! I'm talking about you! I don't trust you!"
"What do you mean, Miss Badgiruel?" I exclaimed, furious. "You really think you can survive with only one mobile suit, of which the pilot isn't trained and only one capable pilot with real experience on the battlefield? You think it's going to save you? Well, I'd like to see that happening." Everyone stayed silent and looked at the woman with violet eyes, full of anger.
"Kira and Commander LaFlaga are very good on the battlefield. Unless one won't be able to battle, I suggest you stay on board. I will let you stay, but under strict conditions. First, I won't permit you to talk to your superiors that way, Miss Desjardins. You are not a Commander anymore. I frowned. This is going to be very hard...
"Second, I want Commander LaFlaga to have a close watch over your actions at all time, and that means also around the Valliant. He'll show you everything you have to know about the Archangel." Great, I'm stuck with the dimwit.
"One more thing: you will train Kira Yamato with the Strike." What? No way! This sucks!
"Captain Ramius, with all the respect I owe you, I'm no fucking babysitter! The kid can take care of himself."
"Do you wish to stay on board? Or do you want to eat sand for the rest of your miserable life?" said a grinning Badgiruel, apparently proud of her retort.
"Quite frankly, I hate...stupid sand." I mumbled. LaFlaga smirked and was about to laugh when Badgiruel hit him with her elbow. He winced and excused himself.
"From now on, Kim Desjardin and Seth Yoshiro are part of the Archangel crew too." Officially said Murrue Ramius, holding out her hand to me. I looked at it and nodded and shook her hand.
"Thank you, Captain. I still have a question: where can I find Seth?" She smiled.
"He's on the third floor, in the sick bay facility." I was about to leave the room when the door opened to reveal an angry Kira. He jumped on my person and we fell on top of me, holding a knife to my throat. He pinned me down and the Captain gasped.
"Kira! Get off of her immediately...!" But Kira was determined and held the knife high in the air.
"She is...she's...!"
"She's part of the crew now, so I suggest you treat her well too, Kira. I also suggest you have a talk with her and her friend." Ordered Commander LaFlaga with an evil smile on his face. Kira quickly got off of me and blushed. He had noticed he had touched my upper body and I got up, facing him from an inch of his face. He waited for me at the elevator and held the door so I could come in. Once I was in, he moved his hand and let the doors close before the commanding crew. He was silent and seemed ashamed.
"You should talk more since your my...um...student from now on." He sure was surprised when he heard that last sentence that came out of my mouth.
"What...do you mean...?"
"I am to train you with the Strike. We need you on the battlefield and we need you prepared, Kira. I know it's awkward that a Natural teaches a Coordinator to pilot a mobile suit, but they're my orders. If you have any questions, you can ask me anytime. I'm off to see how Seth's doing. Good day, Mister Yamato." I said, leaving the elevator on the third level, waving him bye, leaving him dumbfounded.