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Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again
Chapter 8
He was breathing at least. Thank god for that. Vice Foreign Minister Releena Peacecraft Yui stared down at her husband. He lay on the hospital bed with all sorts of tubes and wires sticking into him. His breathing was shallow and his heart rate slow. But he was alive. For now anyway.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the room's television set. It hissed to life on it's own. "What?" she whispered in confusion. The screen was filled with a flurry of static. Slowly it resolved itself into what appeared to be a government symbol. A picture of the Earth sphere appeared. Stamped onto the template was a large crimson W.
The logo faded to be replaced by a man standing at a podium. He had blond hair and incredibly blue eyes. He wore a uniform that resembled all to closely the one worn by an Oz commander.
Focusing on the camera he began, "Peoples of the Earth Sphere United Nation. My name is General Cobalt, formerly of Oz lunar base command. I am here to inform you that your rebellion has come to an end. We of Oz, the rightful government, will now commence operations to regain control of the Earth Sphere. Any who wish to aid us will now proceed to your allotted assignments as per the orders of His Excellency, Treiz Kushrenada. All who wish to resist, know this. Your precious Gundams have been destroyed. Two of the pilots are dead. And as for your Preventer agency... They have proven themselves powerless to stop my might. You have been warned. Prepare yourselves for defeat." With that the screen snapped off.
Releena stared in horror at the blank screen. Not again, she pleaded to herself, Oh lord please, not again! But he was wrong, she thought to herself. Heero's not dead. Neither is Duo. What can we do now?
An aid came stumbling in to the room. "Madam Minister!" he panted, "The president requires your presence in the senate hall immediately."
Releena started, "Whatever for?" she inquired.
"To make your address of course. The limo is waiting outside."
Releena nodded her understanding. Taking Heero's limp hand in hers, she kissed it and stood. Casting one last glance at his prone form, she walked out of the room.
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Lady Une stared at the blank screen in half terror, half anticipation. Conflicting thoughts waged war within her mind. It was too long ago... It's what his excellency wanted... He no longer matters... He will always matter...
Leaning against her desk she gasped for breath, her entire body trembling from the mental turmoil. Slowly she regained her composure. Steadying herself on the chair, she straightened and stood tall.
Resolutely she walked to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Pushing clothes aside she pulled a small wooden box from the back. Opening it she pulled out a pair of horn rimmed spectacles.
Nodding to her reflection in the mirror, Colonel Une strode towards the door.
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Duo had watched the display from inside the crew mess on board the wraith's transport. At the end there had been quite a bit of cheering and hand shaking. Through it all Duo had tried desperately not to explode. Now with a cooler temperament he made his way through the crowd, shaking hands and returning words of congratulation.
Off in the corner, he spotted Trent. He looked very worried. Duo elbowed his way through the crowd. Trent had a distant look in his eyes as he stared out the window. He started when Duo tapped his shoulder and spun around.
Duo cocked an eyebrow. "What's the matter kid?"
Trent regained enough of his composure to fume, "I'm not a kid. Hell, I'll bet you're not even a year older than me!"
Duo put his hands up in a placating manner, "Hey, hey. Cool it. I just wanted to know what was wrong."
Trent's eyes focused on the window once more. "I'm not too sure about this whole taking over the government thing. I only joined the wraiths as a way to get off the colony. I remember Oz. I don't want my family in the colonies to be hurt because I wanted to get away for a while."
Duo took him by the shoulders and led him further into the shadows. Putting his hand over Trent's mouth he pulled out his gun and pressed it against the younger man's temple. His voice a dangerous whisper, he hissed, "Can I trust you?"
Eyes widened with fear, Trent nodded. A smile played over Duo's mouth, "Good, follow me." With that he carefully edged his way out of the room. Trent followed close behind swallowing in apprehension.
Duo led him into a service hall way. There he indicated that Trent sit against the wall. Holding his gun out Duo crouched on the opposite side of the corridor.
Finally, Trent found his voice. "What are you going to do to me?"
Duo smiled sardonically, "Hopefully recruit you. Do you know who I am?"
Trent looked confused. "You're commander Drake Walker. The general's new favorite pilot and my bunk mate." he faltered, "Aren't you?"
"Not quite. My name is Duo Maxwell. You are obviously just as thrilled as I am about this situation."
"But you're dead... General Wraith said so."
"And so he thinks." Duo gestured pointedly with the gun. "And so he will continue to think. Understood?"
Trent swallowed, then nodded again. "What do you want me to do?"
"There will be a battle very soon. During that battle you will face the organization known as the preveters. I want you to open a private line on this frequency," Duo handed Trent a scrap of paper with a number scribbled on it. "You will ask for any of the following agents; Wind, Water, Earth, or Fire. Best to get Wind or Water. You will then tell them how to align their scanners to detect the painted suits and inform them that Agent Death is taking care of the gundam. Then I want you to surrender and join the fight against Oz. Is that clear?"
Trent nodded resolutely and stood. Snapping a salute he smiled, "I will be honored to help in whatever way I can."
Duo smiled and returned the salute. "I'm glad to hear it. It'd be such a shame to have to destroy such a likable and talented young pilot."
He was about to put out his hand for a shake when the ship's intercom snapped on. "Commander Walker please report to the officers' mess. There is a matter I'd like to discuss with you."
Trent looked worried but Duo calmed him with a glance, "Don't worry, nothing's wrong." With that he turned and began jogging to the nearest elevator.
When he got to the officers' dinning room General Cobalt was standing at the head of the table holding a clip board. Duo walked over and slid into the chair to the General's right. "You wanted to see me sir?"
"Yes. You have proven an integral part of our operations so far. As I will now be needed to run the government my time to be an active member of the military will be severely limited. Therefor after the initial attack of Operation: Star Fall, I want you to assume full command of all Oz military forces."
Duo nodded, "Thank you sir."
Smiling, Cobalt continued, "We have managed to secretly restart several of the lunar base's mobile suit factories. We also discovered a small stash of Gundanium. After the making of my suit, there was enough left for another. I would like you to design a Gundam to your personal standards and utilize it in the upcoming operation. If you transmit the plans within a day, the automated factories will have it finished in just enough time for you to use it. Then together we will descend and reinstall Oz as the rightful government."
"I would be pleased and honored to take command of the Oz military. Looks like I may be a Gundam pilot after all. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to begin designing my suit. Will you want to see the design before hand?"
Cobalt laughed, "No. Surprise me."
"Yes sir!" Duo saluted and spun on his heal. Then he marched smartly out of the dining room.
In the corridor he reached into his pocket and pulled out the same small box he had carried from his apartment so long ago. Ignoring the now useless call button, he flipped of the back panel. A small chip fell into his hands. In minuscule print in the center was written: Schematics: Gundam Deathscythe.
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Quatre looked unhappily into the factory within the Winner Corporation's headquarters. He had not wanted to build them but he knew they would be necessary. Three Gundams lay on construction beds as the final details were taken care of by a team of technicians.
His Sandrock remained largely the same except that it's heat sickles were nearly twice as powerful. Extra ammunition magazines had been added to the neck machine guns.
Trowa's Heavyarms Gundam was in keeping with it's traditional view: The more weapons the better. The arm mounted machine gun had been replaced by a more powerful, stationary Dober Cannon. The heat seeking missile complement had been upped to eight and the Gundanium wrist blades had incorporated similar capabilities to Quatre's heat sickles.
Wuffie would be truly pleased with the Altron II. No detail had been forgone on his precious Nataku. The arms retained their Dragon Claws. A set of two more dragon claws had been added to the back of the mobile suit, each sporting flame-throwers. As per the pilot's request the ZERO system had been installed.
Quatre had not built Gundams for Heero or Duo. Who knew when they would be able to fight again.
Turning to his Maganac assistant he said quietly, "Call Trowa and Wuffie. Tell them their Gundams are ready." The Arabic man nodded and walked away. Quatre leaned against the control panel and massaged his temples. That Maramaia girl was right, he thought, this truly is an endless waltz.
Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again
Chapter 8
He was breathing at least. Thank god for that. Vice Foreign Minister Releena Peacecraft Yui stared down at her husband. He lay on the hospital bed with all sorts of tubes and wires sticking into him. His breathing was shallow and his heart rate slow. But he was alive. For now anyway.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the room's television set. It hissed to life on it's own. "What?" she whispered in confusion. The screen was filled with a flurry of static. Slowly it resolved itself into what appeared to be a government symbol. A picture of the Earth sphere appeared. Stamped onto the template was a large crimson W.
The logo faded to be replaced by a man standing at a podium. He had blond hair and incredibly blue eyes. He wore a uniform that resembled all to closely the one worn by an Oz commander.
Focusing on the camera he began, "Peoples of the Earth Sphere United Nation. My name is General Cobalt, formerly of Oz lunar base command. I am here to inform you that your rebellion has come to an end. We of Oz, the rightful government, will now commence operations to regain control of the Earth Sphere. Any who wish to aid us will now proceed to your allotted assignments as per the orders of His Excellency, Treiz Kushrenada. All who wish to resist, know this. Your precious Gundams have been destroyed. Two of the pilots are dead. And as for your Preventer agency... They have proven themselves powerless to stop my might. You have been warned. Prepare yourselves for defeat." With that the screen snapped off.
Releena stared in horror at the blank screen. Not again, she pleaded to herself, Oh lord please, not again! But he was wrong, she thought to herself. Heero's not dead. Neither is Duo. What can we do now?
An aid came stumbling in to the room. "Madam Minister!" he panted, "The president requires your presence in the senate hall immediately."
Releena started, "Whatever for?" she inquired.
"To make your address of course. The limo is waiting outside."
Releena nodded her understanding. Taking Heero's limp hand in hers, she kissed it and stood. Casting one last glance at his prone form, she walked out of the room.
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Lady Une stared at the blank screen in half terror, half anticipation. Conflicting thoughts waged war within her mind. It was too long ago... It's what his excellency wanted... He no longer matters... He will always matter...
Leaning against her desk she gasped for breath, her entire body trembling from the mental turmoil. Slowly she regained her composure. Steadying herself on the chair, she straightened and stood tall.
Resolutely she walked to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Pushing clothes aside she pulled a small wooden box from the back. Opening it she pulled out a pair of horn rimmed spectacles.
Nodding to her reflection in the mirror, Colonel Une strode towards the door.
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Duo had watched the display from inside the crew mess on board the wraith's transport. At the end there had been quite a bit of cheering and hand shaking. Through it all Duo had tried desperately not to explode. Now with a cooler temperament he made his way through the crowd, shaking hands and returning words of congratulation.
Off in the corner, he spotted Trent. He looked very worried. Duo elbowed his way through the crowd. Trent had a distant look in his eyes as he stared out the window. He started when Duo tapped his shoulder and spun around.
Duo cocked an eyebrow. "What's the matter kid?"
Trent regained enough of his composure to fume, "I'm not a kid. Hell, I'll bet you're not even a year older than me!"
Duo put his hands up in a placating manner, "Hey, hey. Cool it. I just wanted to know what was wrong."
Trent's eyes focused on the window once more. "I'm not too sure about this whole taking over the government thing. I only joined the wraiths as a way to get off the colony. I remember Oz. I don't want my family in the colonies to be hurt because I wanted to get away for a while."
Duo took him by the shoulders and led him further into the shadows. Putting his hand over Trent's mouth he pulled out his gun and pressed it against the younger man's temple. His voice a dangerous whisper, he hissed, "Can I trust you?"
Eyes widened with fear, Trent nodded. A smile played over Duo's mouth, "Good, follow me." With that he carefully edged his way out of the room. Trent followed close behind swallowing in apprehension.
Duo led him into a service hall way. There he indicated that Trent sit against the wall. Holding his gun out Duo crouched on the opposite side of the corridor.
Finally, Trent found his voice. "What are you going to do to me?"
Duo smiled sardonically, "Hopefully recruit you. Do you know who I am?"
Trent looked confused. "You're commander Drake Walker. The general's new favorite pilot and my bunk mate." he faltered, "Aren't you?"
"Not quite. My name is Duo Maxwell. You are obviously just as thrilled as I am about this situation."
"But you're dead... General Wraith said so."
"And so he thinks." Duo gestured pointedly with the gun. "And so he will continue to think. Understood?"
Trent swallowed, then nodded again. "What do you want me to do?"
"There will be a battle very soon. During that battle you will face the organization known as the preveters. I want you to open a private line on this frequency," Duo handed Trent a scrap of paper with a number scribbled on it. "You will ask for any of the following agents; Wind, Water, Earth, or Fire. Best to get Wind or Water. You will then tell them how to align their scanners to detect the painted suits and inform them that Agent Death is taking care of the gundam. Then I want you to surrender and join the fight against Oz. Is that clear?"
Trent nodded resolutely and stood. Snapping a salute he smiled, "I will be honored to help in whatever way I can."
Duo smiled and returned the salute. "I'm glad to hear it. It'd be such a shame to have to destroy such a likable and talented young pilot."
He was about to put out his hand for a shake when the ship's intercom snapped on. "Commander Walker please report to the officers' mess. There is a matter I'd like to discuss with you."
Trent looked worried but Duo calmed him with a glance, "Don't worry, nothing's wrong." With that he turned and began jogging to the nearest elevator.
When he got to the officers' dinning room General Cobalt was standing at the head of the table holding a clip board. Duo walked over and slid into the chair to the General's right. "You wanted to see me sir?"
"Yes. You have proven an integral part of our operations so far. As I will now be needed to run the government my time to be an active member of the military will be severely limited. Therefor after the initial attack of Operation: Star Fall, I want you to assume full command of all Oz military forces."
Duo nodded, "Thank you sir."
Smiling, Cobalt continued, "We have managed to secretly restart several of the lunar base's mobile suit factories. We also discovered a small stash of Gundanium. After the making of my suit, there was enough left for another. I would like you to design a Gundam to your personal standards and utilize it in the upcoming operation. If you transmit the plans within a day, the automated factories will have it finished in just enough time for you to use it. Then together we will descend and reinstall Oz as the rightful government."
"I would be pleased and honored to take command of the Oz military. Looks like I may be a Gundam pilot after all. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to begin designing my suit. Will you want to see the design before hand?"
Cobalt laughed, "No. Surprise me."
"Yes sir!" Duo saluted and spun on his heal. Then he marched smartly out of the dining room.
In the corridor he reached into his pocket and pulled out the same small box he had carried from his apartment so long ago. Ignoring the now useless call button, he flipped of the back panel. A small chip fell into his hands. In minuscule print in the center was written: Schematics: Gundam Deathscythe.
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Quatre looked unhappily into the factory within the Winner Corporation's headquarters. He had not wanted to build them but he knew they would be necessary. Three Gundams lay on construction beds as the final details were taken care of by a team of technicians.
His Sandrock remained largely the same except that it's heat sickles were nearly twice as powerful. Extra ammunition magazines had been added to the neck machine guns.
Trowa's Heavyarms Gundam was in keeping with it's traditional view: The more weapons the better. The arm mounted machine gun had been replaced by a more powerful, stationary Dober Cannon. The heat seeking missile complement had been upped to eight and the Gundanium wrist blades had incorporated similar capabilities to Quatre's heat sickles.
Wuffie would be truly pleased with the Altron II. No detail had been forgone on his precious Nataku. The arms retained their Dragon Claws. A set of two more dragon claws had been added to the back of the mobile suit, each sporting flame-throwers. As per the pilot's request the ZERO system had been installed.
Quatre had not built Gundams for Heero or Duo. Who knew when they would be able to fight again.
Turning to his Maganac assistant he said quietly, "Call Trowa and Wuffie. Tell them their Gundams are ready." The Arabic man nodded and walked away. Quatre leaned against the control panel and massaged his temples. That Maramaia girl was right, he thought, this truly is an endless waltz.