Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, save for maybe the plot and a few OCs, but not the G-boys, any names that you will probably recognize.
Author's Note: Terribly sorry for the delays. Life has decided that it wanted to rear its ugly head but I was able to beat into submission and pushed it back to its grazing points… Aka, everything's good now.
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"Here, put these on." G said, tossing each pilot a bag with a pair of pants, shirt, socks, and cloth slippers in it, "They should fit."
The sound of plastic ripping was all that could be heard for a little while as each pilot opened the plastic bags and got dressed, finding underwear in the bags as well. Duo scowled as his hair was still unbound, unable to put it up, or anything, Wufei was having a similar problem with his own, shoulder length hair. It kept falling into his face, blocking his vision and made it so he couldn't see what he was doing very well.
After all of them were dressed, the two professors started to move again, leading them to a room with a round table in the center of it, chairs scattered all over the place. In short, it looked like a briefing room. Shoulders tensed on a few of the pilots as they hesitantly took their seats. G sat in a chair, joints making as loud and grating a noise as his jaw, J didn't even bother to try; as he could hardly move as it was with the weird legs he was bestowed.
"So… what are we going to be doing? I mean, about this war and such that we're supposed to be in now?" Wufei asked, not even dancing around the subject.
"Fifty years ago, Secretary of Peace Miss Relena Peacecraft and her family, a daughter, two sons, and a couple of unidentified grandchildren, were assassinated in their home in the country side." G said, allowing a few seconds for the information to be processed, "After the funerals, and a massive election campaign, her predecessor, a man named Khristos Gant, decided that peace wasn't being taken care of adequately. He started the creation, and supervised the building of guns, weapons, and mechas."
"Being the unoriginal twit that he is, he decided to form an army to attempt to over throw the government, and named it OZ." J said, clawed hand clicking intentionally before him.
"So basically, you want us to fight again? Someone else's war, again?" Duo asked, biting his lower lip rather bitterly.
"It's something that you were trained to do, 02. Originally, your hiding place was forgotten, left to when they tore this place down, they might've been able to find you in time to thaw you out before the process killed you." G said.
"What?!"
Ghost winced at the loud exclamations from the boys. Looking to them, he watched as the one with black hair started to rant and yell about the injustice of something, the small blond next to the second tallest looked absolutely horrified by what G had said. The blond with the long hair looked as pissed as the one with black hair. The beauty from before was on his feet, a murderous look in his eyes, the only ones that were relatively calm were the two brunettes, who hadn't moved since the explanations started.
"That wasn't what we signed up for, G! You told us that we would be woken when we were needed, not when it was convenient for you! And, if you'd gone and croaked while we were asleep, like you were suppose to before all of this even, you're telling me that we /might/ have been able to survive long enough to be woken up? When they tore this place down?!"
"Duo, calm down." Heero said beside him, tugging on his braid of hair.
"No! Damn it, Heero! Stop sitting there like an idiot!"
"You're being irrational." Heero stated.
"And you aren't rationalizing at all! They would've just let us died, just because they didn't remember what the hell happened. What they did a while ago. They told us that we would be monitored at all times, that there would always be a scientist, or someone else monitoring our signs, making sure nothing happened while we were asleep! Damn it, one of us could've died before this kid even accidently found us!"
"But we were found. We're all alive, and just fine." Heero said.
Duo glared at him, mostly to keep from punching him in the face. The idiot was being way too cool about this, any other day, he would've been pointing a gun at the two's heads, threatening to kill them for almost killing him. Heero gave his braid another tug and he sat down, snarling at the ground.
"As I was saying, this is what you were all trained for, to be a part of a war, to live in a war setting. You thrive better in this setting than anywhere else. There are a few things that have changed that you will be trained on."
"Like" Wufei asked, sounding irritated.
"New guns, your mechas will be to be fashioned for you. There's a new piloting program that needs to be tested and-" G stopped, seeing all six of them tense, even Zechs, who seemed to be having the same thought as the five ex-Gundam pilots.
"I thought the Zero System was going to be left alone…" Heero said, frowning as he looked at J specifically.
"Is the failed system of Zero the only system I have ever created for you, boy?" J growled, seeming to glare with the bottle cap eyes.
"It's the only one we've all had experience with, and most of us, if not all of us have had problems with." Trowa said, speaking for the first time.
"I still don't see what you all had a problem with. It's a simple system." J said, sounding rather offended.
"A simple system that drove all of us insane to use. I destroyed a whole colony!" Quatra protested.
"Even I had trouble with it, Doctor J…" Heero said, frowning a little.
"It's not safe at all, at least not when we used it." Duo said, flicking his braid over his shoulder seeming to be doing so in absent minded thought, but it was just to distract himself.
"Well, it's not the Zero system, it's a different operating system made for the Gundams." J said.
"Hey, news flash. We destroyed all of the Gundams, how are we going to rebuild them without causing suspicion." Duo asked, looking up from the table he was glaring a hole into.
"Outside, in the portion of this place that is being dubbed an 'Old War Museum', are 'plastic' mannequins of your old Gundams. In reality, outside of the dubbing, they are your old Gundams. They were rebuilding seventy-five years ago by the Peacecraft family, hoping to find out how they work and use the core system to power the colonies. It wasn't strong enough for colonies. We were supposed to destroy them." J said, rather off handedly.
Ghost started. Those things that he'd been admiring all of his life were real Gundams, real ones. Before, there were some that were made for the wars after the Eve wars of a hundred years ago, but those wars only last a few days. As soon as someone piloting something that looked similar to a Gundam appeared, the fight was over, and the machines disappeared, rumored to have been sent into the sun, or destroyed by some means. No one has ever done anything close to the pilots of the Eve war; they were the most infamous of anyone wishing to be either an airline pilot, or a mechas pilot of a simple demolition digger.
These were those pilots, they were truly those pilots.
"All that will have to be done is to convert the old parts inside of the Gundams to get them functional again. While that is going on, J will teach you about the new weapons and then, the real training programs will start." G said.
"We don't need to train on anything. Just brush up…" Duo said rather hotly.
"Not for you… For the newer pilots." G said, "You are going to be training new pilots. The world is a lot bigger than it used to be."
"New pilots?!" Duo squawked, bolting upright into his chair.
"You will be given a file later on. Each one of you will be getting a kid that will be around the age that Heero was when I found him. You will be in charge of making sure those kids know how to pilot, fire a weapon, and anything else that you know how to do."
"No!" Quatra called, echoed by Duo, Wufei and Zechs.
"I refuse to teach a child anything that would put them in the same position that we were all those years ago!" Wufei growled, dark eyes narrowed.
"You don't have a choice. Either you do it, or we will." J said, turning to Wufei.
Duo tensed in his seat before he shot Wufei a 'Tell you later' look from across the room. Heero had told him a bit of what J had put him through while teaching him how to pilot, how to survive certain drugs, how to take being beaten and interrogated, anything. Hell, Heero was so wound up and mechanical as a pilot, he blew himself up inside his Gundam, almost killed him.
"Are we in an agreement?" J asked.
Solemn nods were all the three could manage to give him. All of them were either seething in silent anger, or were just too pissed to do anything at all. It took the two rambling about what was going on in the war a few more minutes before they were allowed to leave without being called back to their seats, something Duo learned real fast. Allowed to leave, they moved to find places to stay, rooms to be in.
Settling into their rooms, the couples sharing a room, they went back to sleep in the beds they had. Ghost mulled that they shouldn't be so tired, they just woke up from being asleep for a hundred years. He wanted to talk to them, learn a little more about them, and learn what it was like back then. He really wanted to be able to hear stories about the old war, and how the mechas were used then. Leaving it like it was, he moved to his room, going to take a nap himself, tired from the whole ordeal.
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Arialee: ^_^ Thank you.
Windwraith: I know the whole plot thing is a little slow, but it will all be explained eventually.
Elementalfoxgoddess: I've been paying attention to your reviews. I understand it all, and I totally agree. I love Duo's hair, and tend to make it longer than it probably is, but I love it all just the same. I wish I could draw well, I would show you all what Duo looks like to me in my head, while frozen. It's really nice looking, at least to me.
Anyways, enjoy.
