Eyes in Seed

by Nemesis Astraea

Adam simply wanted to change the face of Gunpla and Gunpla Battles with his new invention. One that could change Gundam as the world saw it. It was a dream turned nightmare as he finds himself pulled from the reality he knows into one torn by prejudice and war. How will he survive?

7. Chapter 7

Eyes in Seed

I do not own the rights to Gundam Seed or Gundam Build Fighter/Try. All characters that are not mine are owned by their respective series creators. Please enjoy.

Chapter 07

Natarle sighed as she and her team left the hideout of the black market dealer. The whole thing had been completely nerve wracking and the price he had asked for was outrageous! And she was sure that most of the supplies they were buying came from stolen shipments belonging to the Alliance. She had wanted to say something about it, but the large man, Kisaka, was quick to go ahead and pay the amount that was asked. How could he even afford it!? It would have taken half a life's worth of her pay without spending any of it to match what they were asking. And that included what her parents had started to save from the moment she was born. But the large man didn't even blink at it so much, as if the amount was minuscule. It added to the enigma that was probably the personal bodyguard of Cagalli Yula. He rarely ever spoke and when he did, it was short and precise. There were at times he seemed to speak more with that young charge of his.

"Glad that's over," Arnold remarked, looking back at the grinning thugs that made up the guardsmen of the local black market dealer. With both pilots in the bazaar and Mu staying behind to safeguard the Archangel, he had volunteered to be Natarle's escort and bodyguard during her meeting with the black market dealer. Though that was partially Kisaka's job as well, an extra hand was accepted. He frowned at the men's cheery disposition and looked back at Natarle. "How are you holding up?"

"Same as you most likely," she replied as the approached the jeeps. "Glad to be over with it and ready to head back to the Archangel. And to get out of these clothes and into my uniform," she added as she glanced down at the civilian clothes she had worn.

"I don't know, I thought you looked alright in them." Too late to take the words back, Arnold's face went red with embarrassment as Natarle looked to him with wide eyes. "What I meant was, they suit you! I mean…" he didn't bother finishing, and just turned to the jeep to get in.

Natarle's head was down a bit as she climbed into the second jeep, her eyes focused on the floor.

While that had gone on, Kisaka glanced ahead and focused on the road before them, his thoughts running to the blonde charge that always seemed to give him a hard time. The boy Kira didn't seemed to be any kind of threat for him to worry about, bit Adam didn't sit too well for him. He especially didn't like it when the man had drawn a gun on Cagalli. If he had had his way, Adam probably would have met a painful punishment than the slap on the wrist he got from his captain.

Shaking his head from the thought, he thought back to Cagalli, and hoped she was safe and not causing any trouble. It was a hard task keeping the girl out of the crosshairs, but she was a very hot-blooded and determined young woman who let her emotions dictate her actions. He would like to think that boy, Kira, had managed to snap some sense into her, metaphorically speaking of course. Kisaka would never admit it, but perhaps that was what she really needed to get her mind straight.

So with Kira at her side, Kisaka was a little relieved. The boy should be able to keep her out of trouble till they met back up.

EYES

Adam had been expecting Cagalli Yula Attha to walk in wearing a beautiful green dress with her hair done up in a flashy style that seemed to work well for her. He even had planned to stop Kira from embarrassing himself in front of the girl when making the blatant comment that she actually looked like a girl. What he didn't expect was the unnamed GiNN pilot he rescued from before to walk into the room.

Originally their conversation with Andrew began with him talking about the replica plaque of the space-whale-thing above the fireplace mantel and if life truly existed in space. And of course how it had possibly started the war in its own way. Adam had remained silent while Andrew had spoken about it, but Kira would ask his question or two like he was suppose to while they waited for Cagalli's return.

The knock at the door signaled someone's arrival, and Adam had found himself actually looking forward to seeing the princess look the role. But the minute the door opened and the GiNN pilot stepped in at Andrew's request, unaware it was her of course, the welcoming warm expression on her face she held for the commander instantly disappeared when she locked eyes with the dimensional displaced gunpla battler. And Adam looked as if he just saw a ghost, jaw dropping enough to fit a whole shoe in. He didn't see it, but Andrew himself had paused in taking a sip of his coffee, eyes widening at the girl. He knew her story between the two from her debriefing and with them locking eyes at that moment, knew it wasn't going to go smoothly.

Her expression turned feral, and Adam's reaction was simply one and a half words. "Oh shi-"

"YOU!"

It would seem being in the green dress ZAFT uniform made her much faster, because Mesa seemed to instantly move from the door, spring board over the couch, and swing her fine toned leg around for a kick Adam was sure would have taken his head off had he not managed to raise his arms to shield himself from the blow. Kira had ducked in time, completely missing the leg, though he got a good look at her panties as it passed, causing him to blush. Needless to say Adam's block did little to dampen the attack, and he quickly found himself practically propelled off the couch, his cup of coffee lost to the floor, contents soaking into the carpet.

Adrenalin pumping through his veins, Adam rolled over as the angry pilot was in the air above him. He rolled away as she came down with her knee, his chest having been the intending target. She hadn't slowed the slightest, and as Adam was climbing to his feet, she continued with her attack, another knee coming in. Adam pushed up, hands going down and blocking the knee, but left him open for a jab that caught him between the eyes. "Fu-!" he couldn't finish the curse as she drove a foot into his stomach, sending him against the window. Aside the fact he was getting his ass handed to him, Adam let it sink in this was what it was like for a Natural to face a trained Coordinator. Even worse was that she was younger and shorter than him!

As Mesa moved in and Adam raised his arms in defense, Kira couldn't help but watch the melee. He wondered if he should assist his fellow pilot, but looking over to Andrew who sat entertained by the combat that was unfolding he decided not to move. For all he knew it would signal the older soldier to assist and the fight would go two on two. But Andrew simply sipped his coffee as Adam continued to be on the defense of the fast moving ZAFT soldier.

Mesa's fist swung wide, but Adam ducked below the punch, letting her strike the glass window behind him. It hardly did any damage, but left her open for a shot to the kidney that Adam didn't hesitate to exploit. The blow lifted her off the floor an inch, and back half a foot. He came in again, but she recovered and took hold of his arm, shoulder going into his chest to send him back into the window. She didn't release him though and pulled, the two flipping over and onto the floor with her elbow driving into his chest during the fall, leaving him winded.

She rolled on top, pinning him down to pound his face into the floor, but Adam brought his knee into her back. As Mesa fell forward, Adam's hands reached up to her head, and brought her face to his head in a vicious head butt, which had both reeling in pain. No one really wins with a head butt.

Mesa rolled away, holding the spot where their heads had met. She staggered slightly, loosing her balance till she caught herself on the coffee table. "What the HELL is your head made of!?" she cried, which had Andrew bawling in laughter.

Adam had made his way to the bar, reaching for the edge for support but missed and ended back on the floor. "Son of a… bitch!" Whether or not it was an insult directed at her or just a statement to announce his discomfort, he didn't even know. He shook his head, which caused the pain to worsen, but the black spots began to fade away. When his eyes locked on Mesa, his expression turned angry. "What the hell is your problem!?"

Mesa didn't bother answering, instead turned to Waltfeld while she pointed a finger at Adam. "Commander! He's the pilot of the Eyes G-Weapon!" She didn't see Adam open his mouth to correct her on the title of Gundam, but kept his mouth shut.

Andrew was calm as can be while holding the coffee up to his lips. "I am aware of that, Ms. Fiore," he said, taking a sip after his response.

"Then… what is he doing here!?"

Andrew gave a shrug. "Simple really. I invited him here."

The pounding in her head slowly fading, Mesa blinked as she processed Andrew's answer. "What?"

"The man helped me and my men in a firefight with Blue Cosmos sympathizers so I asked him and his friends to join us for a bit of coffee. And of course so his friend can get cleaned up, she got pretty dirty during the shoot out. Aisha's tending to her now and they should be joining us pretty soon."

That must have been the girl I saw her with, Mesa thought as she remembered the blonde girl who's hair Aisha was brushing. She glared over at Adam, who decided to just sit on the floor with his back to the bar as he waited for the pain to fade. He glared back at her from the corner of his eye. "Sir, we need to contain him for interrogation…"

"That won't be necessary, Fiore."

She blinked at that. The commander wasn't planning to detain them? To question them? They were the enemy for Christ's sake! "I don't understand sir. They're our enemy." She shot a finger at Adam, who gave a lazy sneer in her direction while he rubbed his forehead. "He killed several of our kinsmen in space and here on earth!"

"I am fully aware of that, Ms. Fiore, as I'm sure he is aware we've done the same to his, but you don't see him trying to attack me." Again, Andrew sat calmly on the couch looking down at his empty cup. "Looks like I'll need a refill." He took a glance down at Adam's lost cup, seeing it tipped on the floor with its contents soaked into the carpet. "You want one too, Mr. Winslow?"

Adam looked to speak, but instead chose to nod his head in response to Andrew's question. It seemed forming words for the time would make his head ache even worse. On his feet once more and steadily walking over to the couch with his eyes focused on the still visibly pissed ZAFT pilot, Adam plopped back down next to Kira, the boy nervously looking around the room between the other occupants.

Mesa frowned at the commander, then looked back over to Adam, her scowl seeming to deepen. He frowned back. Slowly, she moved over to the opposing couch and took a seat opposite of Kira. She briefly looked over to Kira, eyeing the young boy before looking at Adam. "Who's the kid?"

Adam rolled his eyes, the pounding his head nearly gone. "Kira Yamato," he answered. Said boy turned to look at Adam. "Kira, meet Ms. Fiore. The GiNN pilot I rescued a few days ago. Speaking of which, can I get your first name?"

"Go to hell."

"Seriously? I've already got your last name…"

"It's Mesa," Andrew said, steamy cup of coffee for Adam in hand. With it in Adam's hands, he moved back over and sat next to Mesa, who's jaw had dropped in shock of Andrew simply giving out her first name. "Oh don't be like that, we're all friends here for the time being."

Kira's eyes dropped slightly hearing that, looking over the surface of the coffee table. Adam hadn't missed it either, and looked back to the two. His hand stroked over the stitches he had gotten. Looking to his hand, he saw no blood, so was happy the wound hadn't been forced open again. "Mind telling me what that mess there was about?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Natural."

"You're really throwing that out there? I don't sit here and see Andrew as a Coordinator, and I'm pretty sure he isn't sitting there thinking Natural when he looks to me."

Andrew couldn't help but smirk, eyes closed as he gave a shrug. "He does have a fair point."

"But the Naturals are the enemy!" she said, standing in place with a finger aimed at Adam, who just scowled at her. "This man should be detained, not served coffee like a simple house guest."

"But isn't that what he is? And Naturals aren't our enemy, Ms. Fiore."

Mesa paused, blinking at Andrew. "Sir?"

Andrew simply smirked and motioned towards Adam, the young man finding himself the center of attention in the room once more. "What the commander is referring to is that your enemy isn't Naturals, but the Earth Alliance itself. I'm pretty damn sure there are plenty of Naturals in the Earth sphere that don't care about the whole difference between Natural and Coordinator. I sure as hell don't."

Andrew nodded his head at Adam and then looked to Kira. "I'm sure Mr. Yamato feels the same way, am I right?"

Kira blinked but looked to the floor slightly, fidgeting in place. "That's correct sir. I have plenty of Natural friends that I care about deeply, and they feel the same about me." Of course he left out Flay's outburst back in space. He wasn't stupid, he was sure this conversation was to try and dampen the hostilities that were growing in the room.

"So you're a Coordinator? Then what are you doing with this guy?"

"I have a name, you know."

Andrew smirked and nodded to Kira. "Mr. Yamato here is the pilot of the Strike."

Adam didn't flinch at Andrew's knowledge of who the pilot of the Gundam was, but Kira seemed to tense up, seemingly ready to move or defend himself should happen. That answer however didn't seem to set too well with Mesa. "The Strike!?" She stood once more, fully facing the Desert Tiger. Kira looked ready to move himself, but Adam's hand on his shoulder forced him down in place, with the older pilot giving a slow shake of his head not to do anything. "Sir, we have BOTH pilots of the legged ship in our care and they're not detained!?"

Andrew took another sip of his own coffee, his smirk long gone as he sat it down on the table. Adam reclined a little in his spot, arm resting over the back of the couch as he saw was about to come and couldn't help but try and relax for what was to come. "Pilot Fiore, are you questioning my judgment?"

The green coat faulted slightly. "Sir?"

"I am fully aware of who they are. I am fully aware of what they have done. I am also fully aware of what could happen should I detain them for questioning and hold them as prisoners of war. But as a mobile suit pilot, like them, I want the chance to pit myself against them on the battlefield. As cliché as it may sound, I may be giving them a warriors respect by not detaining them, and wish to face them on the field of battle. Plus I owe them for helping me with Blue Cosmos. I know that may sound hard for you to believe…" his explanation halted at the sudden knocking at the door. He turned away from Mesa and smiled as the door opened revealing his lover and a very pretty young tomboy in a green dress.

Following the Tiger's look, Kira and Adam turned. Even the older pilot had to pause seeing the young woman actually look the part of a princess. The anime had the green of the dress stand out a bit more, but I may have to do with the lighting of the room. Her hair was the same though, a style of which Adam had approved of when he first saw the anime in his younger days with his grandfather. Damn. If I was only sixteen again… He shook those thoughts away. What the hell is wrong with me today? Too old for this shit. Adam stood, Kira following his lead as Aisha and Cagalli entered the room. The blonde tomboy blushed heavily with all the eyes on her, and looked to the floor. She tried hiding behind Aisha, but the woman wouldn't have it and moved behind her and gently pushed her forward. Adam smirked and crossed his arms. "Looking good there, princess," he remarked. He ignored the glare she threw his way and then looked to Kira. Adam nudged the younger pilot. "Got something to say?"

Kira blinked, and with a shake of his head to snap himself out of it said, "You… look good, Cagalli."

Adam internally smirked. He's saved! He looked back to Cagalli, seeing her stare at him. "What?"

"What happened to you?" she asked, pointing to her own head to indicate his own.

Adam prodded at the spot where he had head-butt Mesa, and winced slightly in pain, passing a glare at said ZAFT pilot before answering. "Got my ass kicked, that's what."

That of course got a fit of laughter from both Aisha and Andrew, the woman walking around to sit on the arm of the couch next to the commander. Adam moved out so Cagalli could sit between both himself and Kira.

"So, now what?" Cagalli asked, nervously looking between the older couple and the ZAFT soldier she had seen earlier.

EYES

Back in the city, Kisaka had the driver pull to a stop at the spot where he was to meet the kids and the Eyes pilot. The other jeep with the Archangel group continued onward, leaving it to him to pick them up. But so far, he didn't see them. It wouldn't be the first time Cagalli had been late, but being in the middle of enemy territory he was sure she wouldn't take a risk, even by her standards. And as he waited, a sinking feeling in his gut began to settle. Something wasn't right.

EYES

Adam looked to the side slightly to act as if he was ignoring Mesa's continued glare but his mind was shifting. By now Kisaka should have noticed us missing from the meet point and would be calling the Archangel. He groaned and sunk slightly in his seat. Captains going to throw my ass in the brig again. I just know it.

"Something the matter, Mr. Winslow?" Aisha asked, noticing my discomfort.

Adam waved it off with a small smile. "No, just my head throbbing is all." With that, he frowned at Mesa, who simply glared back. See if I save your ebony ass next time.

Andrew settled his gaze on Cagalli, the young girl fidgeting with the dress. "That dress looks good on you," he complimented "I'd dare say you even appear to be accustomed to dressing like that."

Adam said nothing, but Kira looked to Cagalli but turned slightly with a faint blush on his cheeks. The blonde princess sipped at her coffee, not noticing the manner she was doing it in screamed some form of pampering. Even after settling in the dress her posture had changed as well, back straight with her head held a little higher. It went over Kira's head of course but Adam spotted it, and was sure Andrew and Aisha knew it too. She'd done this before, but in a different setting. Surely sitting in on a meeting with her father back in Orb Union. "You can say what you want," Cagalli remarked, killing the look of a proper princess she was holding until that point.

Andrew let out a sigh. "Only if you didn't talk, you'd be the perfect woman." He ignored the playful nudge he got from Aisha.

"You have the perfect woman," she said, giggling slightly when Andrew waved her off while smiling himself.

Cagalli sat her cup down, her glare focused on the commander. "Well, I'm finding it hard to believe that you're the Desert Tiger. Why are you going around making people wear dresses?"

"Could you make it sound a little less creepy?" Adam remarked, getting a glare from the blonde.

"Well, it was Aisha who had selected that dress."

"Is it all fun and games to you? Going out into town wearing a disguise or evacuating villages before burning them to the ground?" She ignored Adam's groan, seeing him lean on the armrest from the corner of her eye.

Andrew smirked, his eyes narrowing as he studied the girl before him. "You've got nice eyes," he said finally. "They're sincere."

Adam rolled his eyes at the add conversation. Try not to make it sound creepy there, Desert Tiger.

Cagalli continued to glare back. She suddenly stood, palms slamming onto the surface of the coffee table. "Don't trifle with me!"

"Cagalli!" Kira called, startled by her sudden outburst.

Of course, Adam didn't flinch and sat calmly watching everything unfold as it should. He missed the slight glance he got from the three ZAFT soldiers. Mesa questioning why he looked so bored, while Aisha and Andrew shared the questioning thought as to why he seemed accustomed as to what was going on. When he looked back to them, Aisha simply regarded him with a smile and a smirk from Andrew. The look Adam had given was of one patiently waiting for a reply to the blonde girl's outburst.

But Andrew's face shifted a stern glare, like an angry father looking at an unruly daughter. "Would you be another of those who would rather be dead?" He patiently watched the two youngsters reactions, tensing slightly at his comment, but when he looked to Adam, the man didn't even look bothered. His eyes drifted from person to person, watching each one carefully. Was he planning something? Or was it a front and he was actually remaining calm to act as some anchor for the children? Andrew turned his focus to Kira, the boy blinking rapidly as the Desert Tiger set his sights on him. "What about you? What do you think?

Kira flinched slightly at the questions, unsure of how he should answer.

Andrew continued. "What do you think needs to be done for this war to end? As a mobile suit pilot?"

Cagalli's fist clinched. "Hey! How do you know that?" Of course she wasn't there when he first announced Kira as the pilot, so no surprise that Andrew simply blew off her question.

The Desert Tiger turned to Adam, determined glare in his eyes but a small smirk forming. "Same question to you, Mr. Winslow. What do you think needs to be done for this war to end?"

Oh I've been waiting for this, Adam thought as he stood slowly, arms crossing over his chest as he took a step towards the window. Cagalli's defiant posture lessoned a little, the stress leaving her as she watched him move. Kira simply sat blinking in confusion. Aisha and Andrew were patiently waiting to see what his answer would be while Mesa wanted a burn a hole through his head with heat vision. Adam stared out the window, watching a ground type GiNN move on a short patrol just outside the perimeter, a jeep below it passing in the opposite direction. "It's a hard question to answer really," Adam started finally. "Because there is more than one answer."

"Do tell then?" Andrew continued.

"One, the cliché act that at some point or other, a peace treaty is signed. But that would happen perhaps if both side's resources were running dry and carrying out the war would be pointless." Adam held up a hand, two fingers extended. "Two, one side beats the others entirely. Of course that would only lead to rebellion later at some point and the war would start anew." Third finger extends. "Three," he turned with a serious look on his face, "and this is where things get interesting. Three, you have a war that puts all of humanity at the edge of complete, and total annihilation, that you basically take away their need for war. Basically scaring the shit out of them really."

Kira gulped at that idea, and looked to his empty cup on the table. Could war really get that bad?

"But there is a problem with that one," Adam said, arms dropping to his sides. "At some point down the road, maybe two to three generations later, another conflict can arise and a new war can emerge." His hand rose, four fingers extended. "Four, a third party intervenes."

"A third party?" Aisha asked, leaning on one elbow.

"Yes. A third party that indiscriminately attacks both sides. So much so, that they become a threat to both. A threat they can't handle alone…"

"Unless they band together to face a common enemy," Mesa finished, catching onto what Adam was getting to.

"Exactly! This threat would have to have technology no one has, and is capable of fighting off numerous enemies and come out clean. Doesn't have to be even a large group, could be four, to five individuals with highly advanced weaponry that ZAFT or the Alliance had never seen before with a command group running the show from behind the scenes. The two come together in order to take down this seemingly unbeatable foe and upon winning… may come to a form of peace."

"The way you put it, the conflict between the two could arise once more," stated Cagalli, finally taking a seat.

Adam shrugged. "That is true. It could. 'Cause now advanced technology that had belonged to the enemy, is now in their hands. Do you honestly think old grudges would be entirely forgotten when both sides get their greedy hands on some new and better toys?" Adam shook his head. "No." Now his hand rose once more, open wide with all five digits extended. "Now the fifth and final way this war could possibly end." His hand fell to his side as he looked at each one. "All of humanity has to die."

Expressions went as Adam had predicted. Both Cagalli and Kira gave a sharp intake of air, eyes widening in disbelief as if Adam had just kicked the family puppy for no reason. Mesa's eyes blinked rapidly, her thought process running over the idea of such a thing with her own personal images forming in her mind as to what an outcome would look like. Aisha looked to be one to agree with Adam's line of thought, looking away almost in shame. Andrew's expression hardened, eyes narrowing nearly in a threatening manner as he looked to Adam.

"Everyone…" Kira started, looking to the floor as if an alternate answer would come from there, but it didn't. "Everyone has to die for war to truly end?"

"The human animal is a very vicious thing, Kira," Adam said. "We're born kicking and screaming into this world, that should tell you that. As far back as human history goes, we've always waged war for one reason or another. To something egotistical as simply conquering and extending an empire out of greed or pride, maybe both, or influenced by religious beliefs that tell their followers that they should do this in the name of their chosen deity. This war is waged over jealousy, rage, and vengeance. You want an idea of what a world without war would be like, read the book The Giver by Lois Lowry." He moved back to the couch, taking his seat back next to Cagalli, the girl sliding an inch further away from him as if he was diseased. "You want a world without war, read that book. See what sacrifices are needed to be made in order to have a world of true peace."

Silence loomed over the room that had continued to switch from tense to calm. Now a sense of depression was settling in, and all Adam could do was take another sip of his cooling coffee.

Finally, Andrew gave a sigh to break the silence. "To be honest I never expected that from you." He watched Adam's eye blink in his direction. "So in honesty we either all die, or come to short term peace before another war breaks out."

"That can't be all!" Kira said, sweat seeming to build on his brow. It couldn't just be that way. There was absolutely no way war can just go on. Right?

Adam gave a glare in Kira's direction. "The sad truth is that it is all there is, Kira. And this war won't end with rainbows and kisses. It will end in rivers of blood that will pool into an ocean. I hate it, you hate, the Desert Tiger here hates it… hell, even she hates it," he said gesturing towards Mesa. Said girl looked away, a bit a shame forming on her face. "We all want this war to end, but its not going to end the way you want it to. No matter how much we all want it to end in the peaceful way you believe it can, its not possible without numerous deaths." Unless you cut off the head first, he thought bitterly, the images of Rau Le Creuset and Patrick Zala and certain Blue Cosmos figures appearing in his head. Not like my machine can escape gravity, and even if it could I'd have to traverse all the way to the Plants and fight the entire ZAFT army before I got within firing range of either one, though I'm sure Creuset would just LOVE to come and face me. And then there's Blue Cosmos itself, scattered all over the freaking planet.

Adam stood once more, staring at Andrew before extending his hand out to him. "Which is why it'll make it even harder to face you on the battlefield, Commander Waltfeld."

Staring at the hand in front of him, Andrew slowly climbed to his feet, taking Adam's hand in a firm shake. "I agree, Mr. Winslow. I must say this conversation hadn't gone like I had imagined it. But I will say I am glad that we got to talk." He looked over to the children and gave a gentle smile their way. "It was a pleasure meeting you all." When he looked back to the Eyes pilot, he added, "I only wish it was under better circumstances."

Kira's eyes were downcast. Even Cagalli seemed a bit lost on what to say. Both seemed to have a slightly view now of the people they called their enemy, and unbeknownst to Adam, who they call and ally or friend.

Adam's hand fell to his side. Andrew stepped back, looking to Aisha. Nothing was said but she got up and moved towards the door. "I'll escort you to a vehicle that will take you back into the city," she said in a somber tone.

Adam expected Mesa to say something but she remained quiet, staring at the coffee table in front of her. When it looked like she wasn't going to say anything he thought to say something himself. Maybe get her spirits up a little. But nothing came to mind. He turned to leave just as her head rose up, missing her watch his retreating form through the door and into the hall. In the hall, Adam's throat felt a bit scratchy. Much more talking at one time than what he was used to.

Looking ahead he could see Cagalli walking next to Kira, the blonde passing a glance to the Ultimate Coordinator who seemed to just watch the floor pass underneath him as he moved. He didn't think through enough on that speech. It was affecting Kira much worse than he had planned, but it was the truth. He'd seen it. Blue Cosmos would launch nuclear weapons on the Plants, and Patrick Zala would fire Genesis. Untold numbers dying in the blink of an eye. Among them being the three Astray pilots that are Cagalli's friends, Natarle… many more.

It was funny. Adam actually didn't really like Seed so much, just the MS designs. But more than once he found himself watching that series over and over again, thinking of ways to change things. Now here he was, walking into the light of the sun just outside of Andrew Waltfeld's home/base and was soon to return to the Archangel to prepare for the inevitable battle with the man. So far he had been playing it by ear on how to change things, but after listening to his own words running over and over in his head with the lingering memories of what the series held, he was beginning to believe he may have bitten off more than he could chew.

And Mesa? He had her face, and name. Neither of which to his knowledge ever existed in the show. But she was real now, and he wasn't sure what role she was going to play in the events to come. Obviously she had her eyes set to shoot him down. How long would this continue though? Would it end shorter by him shooting her down? At this time in the show, the G-Weapons were still the most advanced mobile suits, and ZAFT was still reverse-engineering what tech they could get from them in order to build better machines. Hell, it wouldn't be till the likes of the Freedom or Justice that any machine is made to compete with his 1.5.

Still too many variables to consider. It made his head hurt.

"Mr. Winslow?"

Adam blinked, looking down the steps to the two teens who stared up at him in worry. At some point he had stopped walking and had just been standing there. Looking around he noticed some of the soldiers were staring at him as well, caution etched in their expressions.

With a shake of his head, Adam gave a warm smile and stepped down to the two, ignoring the sound of a jeep breaking just behind the one that would take them into town. "Sorry. Just got lost in thought." He was glad they accepted his words, and moved to climb in, Kira helping Cagalli in so her dress wouldn't get caught. As Adam moved to sit in the passenger seat, he froze as he took notice of a stark contrast in color from their dull surroundings. Two red uniforms moved from the jeep and up the steps, both the same age as Kira. One was tanned with blonde hair, the other a little pale with platinum silver hair and a distinguishable scar running across his face. Oh fuck, he thought.

Yzak Joule proceeded up the steps, with Dearka Elsman moving along side his wingman, and paying no mind to the group that looked to be leaving the premises.

Adam quickly climbed inside the jeep, the driver starting the vehicle up with them soon pulling off towards town.

EYES

Rau Le Creuset sat quietly at a heavily secured terminal in his private quarters. The man on the other end held a receiver to his head, while he spoke directly to the camera which fed his image to the masked man. "I did like you asked, and found nothing," the man reported with a shake of his head. "Even the Alliance is trying to figure out who this guy is, and are finding nothing. So far, this Adam Winslow by description and blood comparison doesn't exist. At least on earth." To the side of the screen, a document popped open revealing exactly as he had said. All searches for his background, of all his history to the present day, showed negative results except for the moment he made contact with the Archangel. Following that were nothing but images of his machine and of himself from security footage that was pulled by Blue Cosmos spies when the ship made contact with the 8th Fleet. With the file also came the lab results for when he was tested for being a Coordinator, which came up negative. And with that was also blood type, height, weight, hair and eye color. A few distinctive scars on his fingers but nothing of importance.

Now having a good look at the enigmatic Adam Winslow, Rau wasn't too impressed. The young man looked… plain. One would mistake him for an average civilian.

But the report also brought up that Adam claimed to be an intelligence officer for the Alliance. That would explain the look of a civilian. If it was true, he was taking his role to heart, for he didn't look anywhere near like an intelligence officer.

"Perhaps he was born in the plants," Rau said to himself, ignoring the curious look he was getting from his spy on the other end. "Was there anything about his machine?"

The man shook his head. "Complete and total lockdown. They have nothing on it, and no one was allowed near it without his permission, and he never gave it. But rumors said that it had an odd interface though. Anyone who saw it said there was a yellow glow that came from within the machine anytime he sat in the cockpit."

"That might explain his ability to pilot it so efficiently," Rau remarked. "That's it for now. Keep up the search till you find something new to report. The amount you requested has already been deposited into your account." He didn't wait for a reply. He simply cut the feed, his terminal resetting as it disconnected from the secured line.

Opposite of his apartment the television was muted but the image was of Patrick Zala giving his speech to spur on the people of the Plants to continue on with the war. Things were still in motion, and the odds were in Zala's favor. Operation Spit Break would happen, Rau was sure of it. The legged ship and its crew were just a speck on his radar really, but the Eyes pilot is what nerved him the most. He again had gone through those secrete files over and over again. Perhaps 1.5 and Eyes were a code of sorts he had missed? Over and over cross referencing anything he knew, only to come up empty handed.

His reason for the search was the feeling that Adam seemed hell bent on erasing him… as if he knew what Rau was planning.

Rau's fist clinched at the thought. And with him down on Earth, the man was out of his reach. If he knew who Rau truly was, he may have proof. And if he had proof, he was a much more dangerous target than he previously thought.

EYES

It was some time later, but the team returned to the Archangel with all crew accounted for. Murrue had left for the hanger bay when she got the word that Kira and the others had been found, though Adam had a slight bruising of sorts. Cagalli had left, trying to hide her embarrassment when everyone cheered as they saw her in a pretty green dress. Not every day the Desert Dawn saw their Goddess of Victory actually look like a girl or a goddess in her own little way. Any unruly cat calls were turned down when Kisaka gave his glare in their direction though.

Kira was allowed to go and get some rest, the boy still a little bothered by the earlier events. He would return to his quarters, though his friends were there to try and cheer him up.

Adam wasn't so lucky though. Murrue demanded a debrief and had collected Natarle and Mu to join in so he could explain his actions from beginning to end.

And so that was where the Eyes pilot found himself sitting in the briefing room with the three highest ranking officers onboard the ship. Natarle was all business of course, listening intently to each word that had passed Adam's lips. Mu was to the side leaning against the wall taking in as well, though he didn't give any kind of vibe as to how he felt on the situation. Murrue had glared for the most part when he began but as he drifted towards the end of his tale, she had slacken up some, back pressing into her seat as Adam came to closing the debrief. "…and we just exited the jeep. Kisaka, Natarle, and Arnold soon found us and we quickly got the hell out of there, making sure we weren't followed in the process."

Natarle flinched when he used her first name so casually instead of addressing her by her rank.

Mu gave a sigh, scratching at his chin as he said, "So what now?"

"We continued as planned," Murrue said. "We'll stay with the Dawn till our supplies arrive. Hopefully the Desert Tiger won't attack us while we're here."

"That's if he actually knows where we are," Adam added. "He may see the Dawn as a minor nuisance but that doesn't mean he knows where ALL their bases are. And from what I've gathered of the man he wants a straight up fight."

"You can't be seriously believing in that man's words, Ensign," Natarle spoke, putting a lot of emphasis on Adam's rank.

"He could have killed us, or kept us captive when we were in his company," Adam shot back, eyes narrowing slightly. "If he wanted us dead, we'd be dead." Ugh, scary thought there.

"Enough," Murrue said, getting their attention.

Mu stepped up, hands resting on the table. "You mentioned seeing two Red Coats arriving as you left."

"Yes, and I recognized both of them," Adam said. It wasn't really a lie either, he knew exactly who they were. "Pilots Dearka Elsman and Yzak Joule."

"How are you familiar with them?"

"Not that hard. Both their parents are members of the Plant's council." He looked Mu in the eye. "And last I had heard, they were part of the Le Creuset team."

A short gasp escaped Murrue. "You mean…"

"Two of the stolen G-Weapons fell through atmosphere as we did. Last I saw it was the Duel and the Buster."

"Great," Mu muttered, rubbing his forehead. "So we have the Desert Tiger with an army at his disposal, the Sand Wolves, and NOW we have two members of the Creuset team to contend with."

"And all we have are two mobile suits and one Skygrasper that has a pilot," Murrue added, a sense of depression setting in.

"Any success at getting a second pilot?" Adam asked. He knew Cagalli would eventually end up being the pilot, but had to at least act the role of ignorance.

"So far we haven't had very successful candidates in the simulator," answered Mu. "Few are promising."

"We'll just have to continue the try outs and hope we can manage to escape without being attacked," Murrue said, not even believing in her own words. "Everyone but Ensign Winslow is dismissed."

Adam gave a groan.

Mu and Natarle departed, a hiss from the door signaling they had left and it was now just him and the captain. "Ma'am," he said.

"You're not in trouble this time," she said, seeing him visibly relax a bit in his seat.

"Thank god. I was about to just walk straight to the brig." Adam mentally smiled seeing Murrue give a soft giggle at the bad joke. She needed that at least. Too much built up tension in the room.

"No, this time I need your… expertise. You said you were familiar with the two ZAFT pilots. Meaning?"

Adam swallowed a lump in his throat. He hadn't seen this coming. Hell, he hadn't thought it out exactly. Murrue coming to him for help? Usually she went to Mu. "How do I know of them, you mean?" She nodded. "Anyone who's ever seen a debate with the council would know them. At least if you lived on the Plants for a while. Every other news broadcast is centered on one or two of the council members from time to time. And some times their families get caught in the spotlight. But its not just because their parents are on the council. Yzak and Dearka are Elite pilots. Hans the red uniforms."

"Anything else that could help us?"

Adam gave a nod, knowing what information he could give. "Yzak is proud, headstrong, and over confident. He has issues with Naturals, but I thinks its more based on his superiority as a Coordinator. But his biggest flaw is he's a hothead. Get him mad enough, he'll slip up and leave himself open. Dearka is smarter than he looks, but from what I've observed and read in… certain documents," he left it a bit ambiguous to lead her on a note it was confidential matters. Her nod all but screamed she got what he 'meant'. "…he may know how to fight up close but he prefers to hang back at a relative distance. He doesn't crack under pressure easily and doesn't fall prey to his anger like Yzak. Considering that I would guess Yzak is piloting the Duel and Dearka is piloting the Buster."

"If you were to face them?"

"The Buster can be dealt with easily considering it has no close range combat capabilities unless the pilot decides to just fight barehanded. Either Kira or myself can handle him if we can disable his guns. The Duel will be another issue considering its armaments and the pilot. But we got to remember they're not Red Coats for nothing. And that they were part of the team that had attacked the base on Heliopolis."

"I haven't forgotten," Murrue said darkly, a glare cast at the table before her. "On another note," she said looking back to him. "Is Kira okay?"

Adam frowned slightly. "Not… too sure. I think my speech I gave to Waltfeld didn't boost his resolve on this war. If anything I may have made it worse."

The captain sighed. "I was afraid of that. Even I'm a little depressed thinking about it."

"Can't let that stop us though. Or even slow us down."

"That is true."

Adam climbed to his feet but stumbled slightly. He blinked a few times to get the sudden blurriness in his vision to go away. What the hell was that? Writing it off as a combination of the days events and standing up too quickly, he shook it off and looked to Murrue, the woman showing signs his misstep didn't go unnoticed. "Just a little tired, ma'am. Nothing to worry about. With your permission, I'd like to return to my quarters."

Murrue gave a nod, noticing the slight wiriness that came over him as he rose. "Dismissed. Considering what you went through I think you deserve a little rest in your own quarters instead of a cell."

Adam paused at the door as it hissed open. He gave a small smile as he said, "And here I thought I was going to be moving in permanently. Maybe even add a shelf."

"Dismissed, ensign," Murrue said in a forced stern voice, that cracked as a smile formed on her face.

EYES

The minute Adam entered his personal quarters, he bolted for the bathroom, face down in the cold metal bowl of his toilet to dry heave absolutely nothing from his stomach. He had all but ran from Murrue when he knew he was clear of her eye sight and made B-line for his own quarters. Luckily no one had seen him run.

With a final heave, Adam fell back, sitting against the far wall of his shower. He felt extremely ill. Empty stomach, sweating with faint dizziness… the weight of the days events finally came down on him. It was amazing that he had a front up as long as he had but the minute he was within range of the Archangel, he could feel that front waver. His hands had started to shake and his throat ran dry, but he kept up the cool appearance.

But now it was gone, and he felt shattered. His mind raced with the events of the day, and it kept focusing on the two lives he snuffed out with his own hands. He'd never killed anything in his life. Even when he tried hunting with his dad he had failed at that, shots too wide or he didn't breathe properly.

Yet he managed to put two people down with three shots…

"If that was even me," he mumbled, flem drying on his lips. He hazard a glance at the mirror above the sink, contemplating if he should even look at his reflection. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he rolled his eyes at the reflective surface. "Screw it."

On shaky legs Adam climbed to his feet, hands trembling as he made his way to the mirror. His eyes focused on the metal sink before looking up. His image was terrible to say the least. Skin had gone a shade paler than what it should be, and his hair had been matted with sweat. He hadn't even noticed.

He closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing to try and steady it down. His hand still shook but not as bad. His knees still felt week though. He straightened his stance a bit and moved from the sink before eying his reflection again. A small improvement but not good enough. He needed to get his head back in the game, no matter how much he wasn't looking forward to what was to come.

"First, a shower. Then some food."

EYES

Mesa stared up at her GiNN. Well, her new GiNN OCHER Type, at least. Her original was trashed, only good for spare parts… the parts that were salvageable at least. For now she was given a ground based GiNN as her new machine. She'd practiced with simulators and the controls weren't any different than her original machine. She wasn't too thrilled about the color though, but beggars can't be choosers. It would be a little difficult dealing with the hover platform for high speed maneuverability but she'd adapt.

"Not to your liking?"

Mesa blinked and turned to see the Desert Tiger approaching, hands clasped behind his back. Gone was the civilian clothes and once more was he dawned in his uniform. "It'll just take some getting used to, sir. It'll do just fine."

He smirked as he stood next to her, eyes continuing to gaze over the machine. "We still have some fine prepping to do with the battle plan. And the rest of our reinforcements won't arrive for another day or two."

Mesa spared a glance over in the corner, her form getting goose bumps as he spotted the stolen G-Weapons parked in their own berths on the other side of the hanger. And in front of them were their respective pilots. Couldn't miss the red coats as they stood out against the drab of green and brown of the hanger. Yzak Joule seemed to be pointing out something with his machine, the Duel, while Dearka Elsman just stood next to him with his arms crossed. "They got here in a hurry."

Andrew looked over and sighed. "From what I gathered, the Joule boy was the one to push their arrival. Seems he has some personal grudge against the Strike's pilot."

"The scar?"

"Couldn't miss it," he said with a chuckle. He paused and stared up at the GiNN. "He was wrong, you know. About how I saw him."

"Sir?"

"I had first saw him as just that, a Natural. One of many who wanted us dead just for our genes. I expected some sort of speech about purification or something." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "You can't imagine how surprised I was when he said he saw me nothing as more than a human being." He smiled to Mesa. "You can't imagine how long I've wanted to hear that from someone. But you can also imagine my shock about how you spoke about Naturals, Fiore. Your father is one if I'm correct."

Mesa looked away, eyes to the floor. Her hands balled into fists at her sides. "It… it was a reaction to the moment. Things had gotten heated and I just…" she stopped her rant when a hand rested on her shoulder, and she looked to Andrew. "Sir?"

"Conversations like that can bring it out of people, Mesa. I don't hold you at fault but don't forget where you come from. Despite the differences your mother fell in love with a Natural, who by the words of our mutual friend, perhaps saw him not as one but as a human being." He gave her a pat and turned, walking away with his hands clasped behind his back. "Get some rest. You'll need it."

Mesa watched Andrew walk away, her thoughts running over what he said before she noticed the two red coats walking her way. Great, she groaned. When they reach a certain distance, Mesa snapped a salute, the two returning in kind. "Sir."

Yzak, stern look but not one directly aimed at her, nodded. "You're the one who made contact with the Eyes pilot?"

She was a little nervous about the topic. The commander had given instructions not to speak of their little conversation, meaning she had to keep her mouth shut about what had gone on in that room. "Yes, sir."

"Hey, relax," Dearka said, getting annoyed look from Yzak. "This isn't an interrogation. We just heard you had been held prisoner by the guy."

"I was," Mesa answered, eyes drifting back and forth from the two. "He brought my machine down and held me captive during a sandstorm."

"He didn't hurt you, did he?" Yzak suddenly snapped out, causing Mesa to blink rapidly. "He didn't try anything?"

"N-no sir. In fact he actually… treated me nice, though he kept me tied up."

Yzak kept a stern look on him while Dearka didn't seem to have a response to that. "Anything you can tell us about him?" the scared one asked.

Mesa's e yes drifted over the ground a bit, her expression hardening. "He's a bit hardheaded," she mumbled, a phantom pain forming on her head.

EYES

The Skrull team sat quietly from their spot by their machines, glaring at the two red coats and one green coat that seemed to be getting some sort of special privileges from Commander Waltfeld. Victor hadn't given it much thought when the GiNN pilot was brought in with her busted machine. She was just another green coat like the rest, but the red coats showing up irked him the most. Not to mention they were privileged brats with their stolen, special machines parked within spitting distance of their own.

"Wonder what they're talking about?" Cane inquired, titling his head slightly at the three younger pilots.

"Doesn't matter," Victor spat. "This next sortie will have us taking down those mobile suits."

"The Strike I can see happening, given its battery power, but the Eyes is a different story."

Ellick nodded. "Yea. If we can't get him out of the sky, we'll just get our asses handed to us again."

"Then we'll just knock him out of the sky. Waltfeld's got a plan brewing to clip those wings of the Eyes and once its on the ground, the wolves will be the ones to tear into it's hide."

EYES

Adam glared at his shaking hand, watching the spoon he held drop what passed as mashed potatoes back onto his plate. He was in the mess, trying to get some food into his empty stomach but the most he had managed before the shakes started up again was a few gulps of water and a bite of… some kind of meat. Lamb? Camel? Hard to tell considering it came from the Dawn. The shower he had helped calming him down. What he probably needed was a dip in a spa. Let his soul recover in a warm hotspings. Never been to one, but he heard good things.

In another attempt to eat his food, Adam felt a hand wrap around his arm… make that two… and pull him from his sitting position, tray left alone and out of his reach. Turning around to give a very verbal complaint, he was shocked to see Mirriallia with an angry look that would scare a bear. "You need to talk to Kira," she said… no stated. "NOW."

"But… my food," he said, followed by a protesting growl from his stomach.

"Can wait."

Adam wanted to cry, his worries gone and forgotten; completely overwritten by the ache in his stomach for nourishment. It was funny seeing the looks he got from the crew as she dragged him down the hall, only stopping in front of Kira's quarters. He had hesitated to enter, thinking back to Flay. But she was gone and off the ship, so no naked underaged vengeful harpy to watch out for. He gave a light tap on the door before announcing his entrance. He hadn't received a reply, and the room was dark. The light from the hall was just enough though to spot Kira lying on his side, curled up in the center of his bed.

Adam took a glance back at Mirriallia then to the bed. He gave a frown in thought, thinking back to what his friends would have done…

EYES

Kira had heard Adam enter, but faked being a sleep, hoping to drive him off. He didn't want to talk to anyone. Not right now. His thoughts were still drifting on the discussion they had with Andrew Waltfeld, and it bothered him. Even more was that it was Adam who had called it out that all of human kind had to die for their to be true peace. And the scary thought was that everyone almost seemed to agree with him… except him. Kira didn't want to believe the line had to go that far for…

…all thought was lost when a firm grip grabbed the back of his shirt, and he felt himself dragged from the bed and onto the floor. "Oh good, you're awake," Adam said casually as he began to drag Kira out into the hall. "Don't worry, Miri, I've got this."

"Hey! A-Adam!?" Kira struggled, but Adam had him lifted by the shirt just right for him to have a bit of difficulty standing. He looked pleadingly to Mirriallia, but she stood their, confused on what her action should be.

It was only when they had enough eye witnesses and had gotten away from Mirriallia, that Adam allowed Kira to stand, but he kept the Coordinator in front and gently pushed him in the direction he needed to go. Soon they found himself entering onto the catwalks of the hanger, their machines standing in their berths. Of course no one went near the Eyes on orders from the captain, but the Strike was constantly being maintained.

Adam moved and leaned onto the guardrail. Kira simply stood next to him, a scowl on his face as they both stood in silence. When a minute ticked by, Kira's fists balled up. "If you've got nothing to say then why did you drag me out here?"

"Today was the firs time I killed a man," Adam admitted.

Kira shook his head. "What?"

"Well," he said with a shrug, eyes lingering over his mobile suit. "I've shot down plenty of mobile suits, yea, but this was the first time I ever held a gun and aimed it at another human being with the intent to kill." Adam looked to his hand, the very hand that held that gun that took two lives. "I remember the weight, the kick, even that split second of fear on that man's face before a bullet drilled through his head." He let his hand drop on the rail, looking down at the floor. "You think I'm a monster, don't you?"

Kira said nothing.

"What I said is possible. All those outcomes, including mass genocide. And I don't like it anymore than you do."

"So why do it?"

"'Cause we're idiots!" Adam shouted, a few mechanics stopping what they were doing. "All of us. Sure you went to a tech college at the age of 16, but you're still an idiot." He ran his hands over the railing a fit of frustration. "You want in on a little secrete? One that not many people know about?" Kira just blinked. "I'll take that as a yes. You see, Coordinators were never meant to be an all superior race to completely overshadow their Natural cousins, no. Coordinators were meant, and these are George Glenn's words by the way, meant to help lead humanity into a new age. An age that would take us beyond our system, to untold worlds with new lives and new civilizations…" I'm quoting Star Trek. Ugh.

He leaned against the railing. "But some ass hole had to go and shoot the man. All because he wasn't born a Coordinator. A spark of jealousy that had begun a war. A moment of complete stupidity, and you would think Coordinators being as smart as they are would have figured out how to end this war long ago, but there are idiots, and you can't imagine how many times I can express that word, who want nothing more than for this war to continue."

Kira could say nothing, only listen.

"I want this war to end as much as you do." He pointed out over to the Eyes. "I want to take that bad boy out into the sky and just… fly. Not to fight, not to kill or take part in a war but to just fly." He reached over and pulled Kira over, finger aimed at the Strike. "You can't tell me, that after getting that bad boy to move, you don't want to do the same. No fighting, just to take it out for a spin." Kira said nothing, but the slight blush on his face spoke volumes. "Chicks dig giant robots, Kira. Especially heroes who save the lives of those who can't defend themselves."

"But I'm not doing this for glory or admiration," he said, pulling away from Adam. "I want to protect my home, my family. My friends!" Adam wanted to roll his eyes at the cliché answer but it was Seed after all. Kira's body relaxed a bit, head down. "But after meeting them. Seeing that they're no different than us." He looked to Adam. "Even you said they were just human beings. That it didn't matter that they were Coordinators. How can we just face them as enemies again."

Adam gave a sigh and just leaned against the railing. "It'll be difficult, but we'll do what we can, Kira. You want your friends to survive this, you have to choose who is going to live when the time comes. I don't like it any better, but if it comes down between you and this ship, or Andrew and his people, I'm going to do what I have to do make sure that you and this ship survive."

Silence loomed over the two for a minute before Kira felt he had enough and started to walk away. Adam said all he could think of, and wasn't sure it was enough. He looked over and gazed at the Eyes. "Think I may have picked the wrong universe to come to, buddy."

"So we're all idiots?"

Adam looked over to see the grinning visage of Mu La Flaga, the ace pilot approaching with his hands in his pockets. He quickly stood at attention. "Commander…"

"Its ok," he said with a wave, stepping over to Adam's side to lean against the guardrail. "Heard a rumor that a certain pilot was about to beat up on our youngest pilot. Thought I'd see what was up."

"Starting to think I should have voted for him off the ship," Adam grumbled. "I'm good with kids who can't quite think on their own, but one who was a tech student…."

"I think I get what you were saying though. This world would be a lot better with less stupidity running it."

"I mean look!" Adam shouted. "Look what we can accomplish. Freaking, robots. You know how much good they could do for exploration of dangerous habitats? Mobile suits have numerous advantages and we use them to kill one another." He sighed, arms falling at his side. "Its like being the one man who can see in a city of blind people."

"But you're not the only one who can see. Its just that others either act like they don't or are just too few in number."

EYES

Andrew paced in front of the men in women that would be taking part in the upcoming attack, a screen behind him with a layout of the region. It was a good number of soldiers, the only problem was the lack of mobile suits. The BuCUEs he requested were denied, leaving him with a surplus of TFA-2 ZuOOTs instead. The big wigs perhaps thought that having two of the stolen machines at his disposal was good enough. And it perhaps would have been, but a nagging feeling in his gut told him otherwise. "Alright everyone, settle down," he called, getting the men and women's attention. He glanced about, eyes landing on Yzak and Dearka sitting at the front, neither looking very pleased about being where they were. That was that privileged attitude that Le Creuset allowed them to have. Next to them was Mesa, her sharp gold eyes focused heavily on him and the podium. His gaze lingered on the back row as he spotted Skrull and his team. He didn't like them, but their skills were going to be needed for what was to come.

The images of their target appeared on the screen, mostly focusing on the Archangel and its known weapons. A grim look came over his features as he saw the Strike caught in one of the images. With a sigh he shook his head and turned to the soldiers he would be leading into battle. "We will begin with the Alliance's new battleship, the Archangel…"

To Be Continued…

I apologize for the tardiness of this update. Personal issues, work, and this damn computer getting a bad computer virus didn't help. Had to wipe it clean, loosing most of my work including some updates I had that I had to retype. Plus working on two fics at once tend to slow ya down. Sorry that this chapter didn't have a lot of action in it. More talking than anything. The next chapter will have more action in it.

Again, I suggest reading Gundam Build Fighters N, my side story, in order to be prepared for who will be in the sequel to this fic, which I have planned to be called Destiny Reborn. Storylover213's character Zane Morgan has made his appearance, and I've gotten a request for female OC to make her appearance, which will be in chapter 4 of GBFN. Now I'm allowing this character in even though I didn't announce taking in OCs, but for the time if one has an idea, please wait for when I ask for it. So to make it clear, two OCs from two different people have/are making appearances in my side story and will be main characters for the Eyes in Seed sequel. Others will be allowed, just please wait for when I announce it. We cool?