Gundam Wing: Revolution
Session Two
The Face of Evil
By Katsumi Tonicha
Normal disclaimers apply.
//....//
Yet again. A battle. This time, Ashley was in it as well. Suddenly, a comlink appeared. "Hello, Lady Ashley Barton." It was Marie Acht!
Ashley's eyes narrowed with anger. "What do you want," she hissed.
"Oh, well, that's not nice. Well, simply put, this is not about me. This is about you, Lady Barton. I have something you need. I suggest you fly on down through the trees to see. Otherwise, I will personally have you killed."
Ashley knew that Marie's plans were foul. She knew something was wrong here. None the less.. Why bother doing this if she could have her killed anyway? Ashley seethed in the cockpit, but lowered into the trees.
When she landed something was shining over in the trees that caught her attention. "What do you want to give me, Duchess?"
"I'm sure by now you've noticed the gleam in the nearby wooded area? Go have a look and you'll see. When you find it, climb on in. See what you think."
Ashley glared at the little image of the young girl. "You better not be pulling one of your twisted plan on me, Duchess Acht. You know you won't get away with it."
"Don't worry. You should survive this."
Ashley slowly got out of the cockpit, not totally sure what Marie was doing. She headed to her left, where she noticed the gleam in the first place.
There before her, was a huge mobile sit, towering over her. Extending from the left arm was a weapon of sorts, what Ashley recognized to be a heat rod. IT held devilish looking wings, but yet, the red suit contained what appeared to be a look of dignity to it. Slowly, Ashley got on the little string-elevator thing that people use to get in Gundams ***AN: loll and made her way up. Inside, there was a helmet. She assumed she was to put it on. And she did. She sat back in the cockpit and turned the suit on. As soon as she did, Marie's face appeared inside the helmet. It seemed as though the helmet was were the screens were...
"Well, this suit is called the Epyon Two. An updated model of an old suit used during the Eve Wars. I'm sure you are familiar with them, your husband have being the unjust victor," Marie sneered.
"And you are giving it to me?"
Marie laughed. "Why, yes, Lady. Do as you wish with it. Until next time."
And she clicked off.
Marie sat back in her desk and laughed. "That ZERO system will drive her mad. There's no way she'll handle it! Who knows what will happen now..."
Epyon rose from the trees. "Wow," Ashley whispered as she saw the ZERO system kick in. Ashley's reaction time quickly rose and she began fighting in the ultra-fast Gundam with superhuman reactions.
Trowa caught sight of her in the Bulletproof. "What? Epyon? How did it get here?"
Ashley clicked on. "Don't worry. It's only me."
Superb. The best way to describe how she was fighting. But still... "NO!" Marie screamed! She can't handle that system!! It will kill her!! She'll end up killing herself!! Why isn't it working!!" Suddenly, Epyon faltered in battle, pausing it's movements. Marie sat back and smiled, instantly calming herself. "What is this?"
"Ashley! Ashley, are you okay in there? Ashley, answer me!" Trowa watched at Epyon stopped it's fighting. And she was falling.
Trowa... He was in Bulletproof... She turned too late, didn't see it... He was too busy watching her to notice, she turned, and she missed... A suit got behind him and fired... In the back of the head... Bulletproof fell to the ground... A huge explosion... She screamed... Behind her... Here they came... She turned around, but there were too many left around her... She turned, but one flew behind and... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She opened her eyes wide and fell through the trees.
Trowa saw her fall, he heard her scream over the intercom. She was screaming "no". "Ashley!! ANSWER ME, ASHLEY!!! DAMN IT!!"
Marie laughed triumphantly. "This time, I win!!!"
Seeing no explosion, Trowa quickly helped get the battle finished. He needed to finish this as soon as possible. "ALL OZ FORCES! GET OUT NOW!" He didn't want to risk hitting them. And Trowa began to fire the gatling guns and missiles at a rapid pace.
"No! This isn't right! How come we are losing? We shouldn't be losing!" Marie growled as the last of her forces fell. "Damn!" She slammed her fists down. "I was supposed to win! Epyon was supposed to explode when it fell, and Trowa was supposed to go down for her! We outnumbered them, four to one!! No what, father?!" she screamed accusingly at a picture of a man on her desk.
Trowa pulled Ashley out. "Tro...wa..."
"Ssh, hush. It's okay. Just forget all of this. This suit is not what we need. You have to be super to handle it," he told her, cradling her in his arms.
"Why, Trowa?" she asked softly, weakly.
"You saw what that suit wants you to see. It makes you a better pilot, but it also makes you hallucinate if you can't handle it. Only three people have been able to totally overcome it."
"Who?"
He smiled at her. "Three super-people. Heero, Zechs, and Quatre. You know what I mean."
Ashley stood shakily, slowly. "We need this suit, Trowa. We will need it, I just know it. We can hide it on Sea Barge." She looked at him, determined. "Someone can pilot this. I don't know who, but someone can. Other than those three. Someone who's used this system before..."
Somewhere far off, high above the clouds, a girl with long blond hair smiled...
"Marie Acht.. Funky name," Duo said.
"Yeah, well, for some reason or another she's trying to get me and Ashley."
"I wouldn't imagine her to be as stupid enough to attack now, although she IS a woman. They are known to do stupid things," Wufei said, raising his eyebrows and muttering a little at that last comment. Obviously, Sally did something stupid the other day.
Trowa stood up. "I'm... Yeah, I'm going home now. Something seems odd about this whole situation."
"See you later, Trowa!" Quatre called as he walked through the door.
The door was busted in. "Oh, no... Ashley!" He ran as fast as her could to the library, where she always was. There she was all right...
She was draped across the small couch, a book on the floor, tea on the table, fire burning. She was in a pool of blood, soaked through the couch and her clothes.
He ran to her, a truly scared look on his face. "Oh my God, Ashley," he whispered and knelt down, wiping her hair from around her face.
She opened her eyes slowly. "You... came..."
"Hush, hush, hush Ashley." He pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and dialed 911.
Trowa's clothes were covered in blood as he sat in the emergency room. He had called his friends, Quatre was already down there(he seemed to have this uncanny ability to get anywhere in five minutes), the rest were coming down. Quatre was sitting there trying to offer his consoles.
Eventually, he gave up.
Every time a door opened, Trowa would look up. It was never for him. However, after about five hours, the door to the surgery room opened and a man walked up to Trowa. "Mr. Barton?"
"Trowa," he replied as he stood up.
The doctor held his hand out, Trowa shook it. "I'm Dr. Anthony Peebles."
"What about Ashley?"
Dr. Peebles sighed. "Trowa, we did a lot for her, but, frankly, it doesn't look too good. We got the bullet out, and we stitched the wound, but the bullet his her spine. It's possible she could be paralyzed. It's possible she could not, the bullet hit in an odd place. But, right now, she's in a coma."
Trowa sat down hard. Tears began to well in Quatre's eyes. "She..." Trowa's head fell. Quatre saw his best friend get upset and began to cry, feeling just so... depressed.
Zechs sighed. "Wonderful."
Lady Une shook her head. "Mariemeia, that is a first-rate example of foul play."
Mariemeia continued to look at the screen, even though Sally had turned it off.
"That should not have happened," Noin muttered.
Sally nodded her head. "I know. But there was nothing we could do.
Zechs got up. "Come on, Noin. This is depressing. We need a new plan."
//....//
Marie was quite pleased with herself. She had not attacked since that murder attempt, and decided it best to act mournful so as to not look as suspicious. She knew she would have her chance. Oz was nothing without her. Ashley was the ring-leader of this three-ring circus of OZ, the Scarlet Order, and the Earth Sphere United Nation. She smiled. "The revolution has begun," she sneered. She sat and began to write her next declaration to the colonies and the world.
It was midnight on the Sea Breeze. Someone, however, was in the main hangar with the Gundams, having a conversation on the comlink.
"He acts like he's going to die, just fall asleep and not wake up if she doesn't."
"Well, would you feel the same if that happened to me?"
"Why, yes-of course!"
"All right then. Just relate and be the friend you've always been to him. Goodnight, Quatre."
"Goodnight, Dorothy."
Relena walked in her garden, picking flowers to bring with her to Ashley in the hospital. Heero walked up behind her. She heard him, turned around, and gave him a confused look. "Heero! What are you doing here? I thought you all were going to stay on Sea Breeze now."
"Since there are no battles for the time being, I decided to come and see you for a few days. They don't need me now."
Relena smiled at him. "Thank you, Heero." He walked by her side and took her free hand, the other was holding the flowers. "That was wrong, wasn't it, Heero?"
Heero nodded his head. "Yeah. Although, I must give Marie credit. She found Trowa's weak spot. Ashley."
Relena leaded against him as they walked. "I just feel so sorry for them."
Heero let out a small sigh. He was getting a better as showing his emotions. He reached over and picked a small pink rose. He handed it to Relena. "We all feel sorry for them."
He sat with his hands in her hair. "Please wake up. Please..." he prayed softly. He was all alone in her room, just sitting there. Quatre had told him to stay with Ashley. He was in no condition to stay with them on Sea Breeze, just in case Marie attacked. He would not be of any help. Trowa agreed with him. So here he was, just sitting in the hospital.
Quatre had brought all Trowa's things, clothes, toothbrush, shampoo, all the necessities. But Trowa would just sit there by Ashley's bed, never bothering to move. He just stayed there, all day and all night, just praying for her to wake up.
Quatre stuck his head in. "Trowa?"
No response.
"Trowa? How long have you been sitting there?"
Trowa shrugged. He turned to look at Quatre, blinking rapidly. "She's still in a coma," he said quietly.
Quatre sat down in the chair next to him, looking about ready to burst into tears. "She'll wake up. She has to."
"Yeah, well, even if she does she could be paralyzed."
"Just look on the bright-"
"Quatre, I sorry, but there is no bright side to this." Tears sprang to his eyes "I could lose her. If I do, then..." He lowered his head and began to sob softly.
Quatre had never seen Trowa cry before. He just started to cry as well and offered what he could. A hug. It was all her could offer his best friend for the time being. Quatre the remembered something. "Oh, yeah. Relena told me to give theses to you." He handed him the flowers he had sat on the table. "Do you want me to go get a vase?"
Trowa's emotionless expression had returned and he nodded his head. "Thanks Quatre."
"Not a problem."
"I have declared war on OZ already. By a strange chain of events, the path of this war has changed. The false peace that is promoted shall fall with the fallen leaders. I do hear by declare this war a revolution. A revolution of the times. For centuries, human existence has been based on revenge. And so it will continue. Some people question my reason for starting this war in peaceful times. People do not need peace. People do not need for their emotions to bottle up. People should be allowed to do as they please, and, by nature, that is to seek revenge. We all want to get back at someone for something. And this is only the beginning of my revolution."
//....//
"Sally, Noin, come on. They're here," Lady Une said, popping her head into the lounge.
"Got it," Sally replied, getting up.
"All right," Noin said, putting down her newspaper.
The three women walked into the main hanger of the PIA space headquarters. Lady Une took them to a wall where three suits were, each varying slightly from each other in color and design. "These two," Lady Une said, pointing to the blue and red one, "are updated versions of the Mercrius and Vayate. They still have all the basics, the Mercrius with the crash shield and the Vayate with the beam cannon, but, as you can see, the molds are each significantly stronger and armed with vulcan guns this time. Noin, the Vayate is yours and the Mercrius is for you, Sally. Now, this one," she pointed to a black one, "is known as the Unisys. It's main weapon is something new known as a heat cannon. It follows under the same principle as flame-throwers, except what happens is that the are around it gets extremely hot. Now, this version has been modified to be useful in space by expelling a large amount of air with the heat to help it move, that's the point of the two packs on the front and back. It is for me to use.
Noin nodded her head. "Impressive."
"I know," Sally agreed.
Lady Une smiled. "Good. With the help of Zechs and the Titan, we should be able to help out a lot more than we are right now."
"Duo! Ten mobile suit carriers are on their way to the Sicily base! They're moving pretty fast, so you guys really should start out now," Hilde informed him.
"Man... I really wish Marie had kept up that nice silent act, you know?" Duo sighed. "I'll go get Heero to help me out." He stood from his seat at the table and went to wake up his fellow pilot.
-After her second declaration, Duchess Marie Acht attempted to gain control over OZ by using the fact that it's leaders were at the time gone. However, this act was not as easy as thought to be, OZ was still defending it's posts for His Excellency and for the sake of Her Excellency. Also, the other Gundam pilots, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, and Wufei Chang were defending as many posts as they could. But it was no easy task, they had to try not to get their Gundams to badly damaged, for their help was needed often. Despite their efforts, Marie was slowly gaining an advantage on them. Slowly, her power in the world was growing as she took over different bases.
However, in space, the story is slightly different. Their are no bases up there except one, and all of OZ's space force is there, and that means a lot of suits. Instead, the Scarlet Order is focusing on the PIA, which is slightly weaker, but still strong and under OZ's protection. Every time it is needed, all they have to do is call for help.
The odd war being staged continues for about a month and a half, Marie gaining control of different bases while Lady Ashley Barton remained in a coma, and therefore rendering Trowa Barton in no shape for fighting. And so the revolution began...-
//....//
Trowa rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. He was so tired. He hadn't slept in three days, and even on the few occasions he had slept over the past six weeks, it was only for a few hours. He didn't want to be asleep if she woke up. Quatre wasn't there to wake him anymore since the war was going on full-time again. He wanted to help them so much.
The door opened and a nurse walked in to change the IV bag. She noticed Trowa sitting there, about to fall asleep. "Sir, are you all right?"
"No."
The nurse took out the old IV and threw the bag away. "She's your wife, isn't she?"
Trowa nodded his head slowly and drank some more coffee. "Could you do me a favor please?"
The nurse finished inserting the IV and hung the bag up. "What would that be, sir?"
"Could you get me some more coffee?"
"Yes, sir. I'll be right back."
Trowa aimed to throw the paper cup in the garbage. He missed. He sighed and slumped in his chair, yawning. He looked over at the table sitting there, at all the little doo-dads on it. Pictures, flowers, and things from their house. There was a bouquet of purple roses from Quatre sitting there. Only Quatre would find purple roses. It was Ashley's favorite color... All sorts of pictures were sitting there. There was one of him, Catherine, and Ashley, screaming at the camera guy, laughing. Well, at least that's what Cathy and Ashley were up to. Trowa was looking at them act like idiots. There was an old picture of Ashley in her circus outfit with the feather train. There was one Catherine took, when she decided it would be a nice idea for Trowa to take his "girlfriend" on a date. And then... There was one of Ashley in her wedding dress. Trowa was standing with her in his white tux. Trowa rubbed at his eyes. Her jewelry box was there as well. It was small and made of sea shells. Inside, on the top, was this beautiful picture of two dolphins. Ashley loved the ocean, she always had. Trowa opened it slowly and reached in it, taking out two necklaces that Ashley had always worn. Her wedding ring and engagement ring weren't in there; Trowa had put them on her already. He looked at the necklaces. One was simple, silver with little blue and purple beads on it, a silver tropical flower charm hanging off it. She had bought it when she had bought the jewelry box and when that funny beach picture was taken. The other one was a very special necklace. The chain was rose gold, as was the intricately designed locket on it. Trowa had that locket made just for her. It was shaped like a seashell and had a dark sapphire in it. He opened the locket to see two pictures. The people Ashley called family; him and Catherine. He sighed.
Getting up, Trowa closed the jewelry box and walked over to Ashley. Carefully, avoiding the nasal cannule ***AN: See what I get for my mom working in hospitals?*** she had in her nose, he put the necklaces on her, one at a time. He pulled his chair back to her side and sat there, holding her hand, stroking it gently with his thumb.
The door opened and the nurse walked back in. "Sir, here's your coffee."
Trowa turned around. "Thank you."
"It's all right. I don't mind." She looked closely at his face. "Sir, you must be tired. Get some sleep. I'll stay in here, and if she wakes up, I'll let you know."
Trowa had to smile at the kindness of this stranger. "Thank you very much. I really appreciate this."
The nurse smiled. "I don't really mind. I understand."
Duo yawned and just about fell over into his plate. Hilde grabbed his braid just in time. "Duo! Yoo-hoo! Wake up!"
"Ugh. Need... sleep..." He stood up and walked aimless around, hoping that one way or another he'll find a bed, whether it be his own or Wufei's...
"GET OUT! THAT IS MY PERSONAL SPACE!! STAY OUT!"
Okay, maybe not Wufei's, but at lest his own.
"Duo, do you need some help? This isn't your room."
Okay, that was Quatre.
"Go away."
Oh, Heero's so nice.
"I need sleep."
"Duo, come here." Hilde walked over and took his hand like a three-year-old's. "That's the hangar, dear. Our room his this way."
"Oh sweet pillow..." Duo laid his head down and snuggled into the green pillow. "I have been saved."
Hilde lay over next to him. "Du-o," she said in a sing song voice.
"Yeah?"
"I got Wufei to take over surveillance for a while."
"That's great, Hilde."
"Well, you know, Duo, you've just been so busy lately, I thought that you just might wanna spend a little time with me..."
"*SNORE*... *SNORE*..."
Hilde's face took on a mad glare. "Okay, then! If sleep is what you want, FINE! I'll just leave!"
Duo rolled over, yawned and stretched, grabbing Hilde and snuggling her close. "*SNORE*... *SNORE*..."
Hilde trying not to laugh...
"Ah-*YAWN*... I.. *SNORE*"
She didn't want to wake him from his slumber...
"Gooo...*SNORE*..duh...*YAWN, SNORE*...nightuh. *SNORE*...*SNORE*..."
"Goodnight, Duo."
To be continued...
NEXT TIME ON GUNDAM WING: REVOLUTION...
The war has taken a turn for the worst. But yet... Only one person calls Trowa "Ti-Bi".
Gundam Wing: Revolution|Session Three|The Rebirth
Session Two
The Face of Evil
By Katsumi Tonicha
Normal disclaimers apply.
//....//
Yet again. A battle. This time, Ashley was in it as well. Suddenly, a comlink appeared. "Hello, Lady Ashley Barton." It was Marie Acht!
Ashley's eyes narrowed with anger. "What do you want," she hissed.
"Oh, well, that's not nice. Well, simply put, this is not about me. This is about you, Lady Barton. I have something you need. I suggest you fly on down through the trees to see. Otherwise, I will personally have you killed."
Ashley knew that Marie's plans were foul. She knew something was wrong here. None the less.. Why bother doing this if she could have her killed anyway? Ashley seethed in the cockpit, but lowered into the trees.
When she landed something was shining over in the trees that caught her attention. "What do you want to give me, Duchess?"
"I'm sure by now you've noticed the gleam in the nearby wooded area? Go have a look and you'll see. When you find it, climb on in. See what you think."
Ashley glared at the little image of the young girl. "You better not be pulling one of your twisted plan on me, Duchess Acht. You know you won't get away with it."
"Don't worry. You should survive this."
Ashley slowly got out of the cockpit, not totally sure what Marie was doing. She headed to her left, where she noticed the gleam in the first place.
There before her, was a huge mobile sit, towering over her. Extending from the left arm was a weapon of sorts, what Ashley recognized to be a heat rod. IT held devilish looking wings, but yet, the red suit contained what appeared to be a look of dignity to it. Slowly, Ashley got on the little string-elevator thing that people use to get in Gundams ***AN: loll and made her way up. Inside, there was a helmet. She assumed she was to put it on. And she did. She sat back in the cockpit and turned the suit on. As soon as she did, Marie's face appeared inside the helmet. It seemed as though the helmet was were the screens were...
"Well, this suit is called the Epyon Two. An updated model of an old suit used during the Eve Wars. I'm sure you are familiar with them, your husband have being the unjust victor," Marie sneered.
"And you are giving it to me?"
Marie laughed. "Why, yes, Lady. Do as you wish with it. Until next time."
And she clicked off.
Marie sat back in her desk and laughed. "That ZERO system will drive her mad. There's no way she'll handle it! Who knows what will happen now..."
Epyon rose from the trees. "Wow," Ashley whispered as she saw the ZERO system kick in. Ashley's reaction time quickly rose and she began fighting in the ultra-fast Gundam with superhuman reactions.
Trowa caught sight of her in the Bulletproof. "What? Epyon? How did it get here?"
Ashley clicked on. "Don't worry. It's only me."
Superb. The best way to describe how she was fighting. But still... "NO!" Marie screamed! She can't handle that system!! It will kill her!! She'll end up killing herself!! Why isn't it working!!" Suddenly, Epyon faltered in battle, pausing it's movements. Marie sat back and smiled, instantly calming herself. "What is this?"
"Ashley! Ashley, are you okay in there? Ashley, answer me!" Trowa watched at Epyon stopped it's fighting. And she was falling.
Trowa... He was in Bulletproof... She turned too late, didn't see it... He was too busy watching her to notice, she turned, and she missed... A suit got behind him and fired... In the back of the head... Bulletproof fell to the ground... A huge explosion... She screamed... Behind her... Here they came... She turned around, but there were too many left around her... She turned, but one flew behind and... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She opened her eyes wide and fell through the trees.
Trowa saw her fall, he heard her scream over the intercom. She was screaming "no". "Ashley!! ANSWER ME, ASHLEY!!! DAMN IT!!"
Marie laughed triumphantly. "This time, I win!!!"
Seeing no explosion, Trowa quickly helped get the battle finished. He needed to finish this as soon as possible. "ALL OZ FORCES! GET OUT NOW!" He didn't want to risk hitting them. And Trowa began to fire the gatling guns and missiles at a rapid pace.
"No! This isn't right! How come we are losing? We shouldn't be losing!" Marie growled as the last of her forces fell. "Damn!" She slammed her fists down. "I was supposed to win! Epyon was supposed to explode when it fell, and Trowa was supposed to go down for her! We outnumbered them, four to one!! No what, father?!" she screamed accusingly at a picture of a man on her desk.
Trowa pulled Ashley out. "Tro...wa..."
"Ssh, hush. It's okay. Just forget all of this. This suit is not what we need. You have to be super to handle it," he told her, cradling her in his arms.
"Why, Trowa?" she asked softly, weakly.
"You saw what that suit wants you to see. It makes you a better pilot, but it also makes you hallucinate if you can't handle it. Only three people have been able to totally overcome it."
"Who?"
He smiled at her. "Three super-people. Heero, Zechs, and Quatre. You know what I mean."
Ashley stood shakily, slowly. "We need this suit, Trowa. We will need it, I just know it. We can hide it on Sea Barge." She looked at him, determined. "Someone can pilot this. I don't know who, but someone can. Other than those three. Someone who's used this system before..."
Somewhere far off, high above the clouds, a girl with long blond hair smiled...
"Marie Acht.. Funky name," Duo said.
"Yeah, well, for some reason or another she's trying to get me and Ashley."
"I wouldn't imagine her to be as stupid enough to attack now, although she IS a woman. They are known to do stupid things," Wufei said, raising his eyebrows and muttering a little at that last comment. Obviously, Sally did something stupid the other day.
Trowa stood up. "I'm... Yeah, I'm going home now. Something seems odd about this whole situation."
"See you later, Trowa!" Quatre called as he walked through the door.
The door was busted in. "Oh, no... Ashley!" He ran as fast as her could to the library, where she always was. There she was all right...
She was draped across the small couch, a book on the floor, tea on the table, fire burning. She was in a pool of blood, soaked through the couch and her clothes.
He ran to her, a truly scared look on his face. "Oh my God, Ashley," he whispered and knelt down, wiping her hair from around her face.
She opened her eyes slowly. "You... came..."
"Hush, hush, hush Ashley." He pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and dialed 911.
Trowa's clothes were covered in blood as he sat in the emergency room. He had called his friends, Quatre was already down there(he seemed to have this uncanny ability to get anywhere in five minutes), the rest were coming down. Quatre was sitting there trying to offer his consoles.
Eventually, he gave up.
Every time a door opened, Trowa would look up. It was never for him. However, after about five hours, the door to the surgery room opened and a man walked up to Trowa. "Mr. Barton?"
"Trowa," he replied as he stood up.
The doctor held his hand out, Trowa shook it. "I'm Dr. Anthony Peebles."
"What about Ashley?"
Dr. Peebles sighed. "Trowa, we did a lot for her, but, frankly, it doesn't look too good. We got the bullet out, and we stitched the wound, but the bullet his her spine. It's possible she could be paralyzed. It's possible she could not, the bullet hit in an odd place. But, right now, she's in a coma."
Trowa sat down hard. Tears began to well in Quatre's eyes. "She..." Trowa's head fell. Quatre saw his best friend get upset and began to cry, feeling just so... depressed.
Zechs sighed. "Wonderful."
Lady Une shook her head. "Mariemeia, that is a first-rate example of foul play."
Mariemeia continued to look at the screen, even though Sally had turned it off.
"That should not have happened," Noin muttered.
Sally nodded her head. "I know. But there was nothing we could do.
Zechs got up. "Come on, Noin. This is depressing. We need a new plan."
//....//
Marie was quite pleased with herself. She had not attacked since that murder attempt, and decided it best to act mournful so as to not look as suspicious. She knew she would have her chance. Oz was nothing without her. Ashley was the ring-leader of this three-ring circus of OZ, the Scarlet Order, and the Earth Sphere United Nation. She smiled. "The revolution has begun," she sneered. She sat and began to write her next declaration to the colonies and the world.
It was midnight on the Sea Breeze. Someone, however, was in the main hangar with the Gundams, having a conversation on the comlink.
"He acts like he's going to die, just fall asleep and not wake up if she doesn't."
"Well, would you feel the same if that happened to me?"
"Why, yes-of course!"
"All right then. Just relate and be the friend you've always been to him. Goodnight, Quatre."
"Goodnight, Dorothy."
Relena walked in her garden, picking flowers to bring with her to Ashley in the hospital. Heero walked up behind her. She heard him, turned around, and gave him a confused look. "Heero! What are you doing here? I thought you all were going to stay on Sea Breeze now."
"Since there are no battles for the time being, I decided to come and see you for a few days. They don't need me now."
Relena smiled at him. "Thank you, Heero." He walked by her side and took her free hand, the other was holding the flowers. "That was wrong, wasn't it, Heero?"
Heero nodded his head. "Yeah. Although, I must give Marie credit. She found Trowa's weak spot. Ashley."
Relena leaded against him as they walked. "I just feel so sorry for them."
Heero let out a small sigh. He was getting a better as showing his emotions. He reached over and picked a small pink rose. He handed it to Relena. "We all feel sorry for them."
He sat with his hands in her hair. "Please wake up. Please..." he prayed softly. He was all alone in her room, just sitting there. Quatre had told him to stay with Ashley. He was in no condition to stay with them on Sea Breeze, just in case Marie attacked. He would not be of any help. Trowa agreed with him. So here he was, just sitting in the hospital.
Quatre had brought all Trowa's things, clothes, toothbrush, shampoo, all the necessities. But Trowa would just sit there by Ashley's bed, never bothering to move. He just stayed there, all day and all night, just praying for her to wake up.
Quatre stuck his head in. "Trowa?"
No response.
"Trowa? How long have you been sitting there?"
Trowa shrugged. He turned to look at Quatre, blinking rapidly. "She's still in a coma," he said quietly.
Quatre sat down in the chair next to him, looking about ready to burst into tears. "She'll wake up. She has to."
"Yeah, well, even if she does she could be paralyzed."
"Just look on the bright-"
"Quatre, I sorry, but there is no bright side to this." Tears sprang to his eyes "I could lose her. If I do, then..." He lowered his head and began to sob softly.
Quatre had never seen Trowa cry before. He just started to cry as well and offered what he could. A hug. It was all her could offer his best friend for the time being. Quatre the remembered something. "Oh, yeah. Relena told me to give theses to you." He handed him the flowers he had sat on the table. "Do you want me to go get a vase?"
Trowa's emotionless expression had returned and he nodded his head. "Thanks Quatre."
"Not a problem."
"I have declared war on OZ already. By a strange chain of events, the path of this war has changed. The false peace that is promoted shall fall with the fallen leaders. I do hear by declare this war a revolution. A revolution of the times. For centuries, human existence has been based on revenge. And so it will continue. Some people question my reason for starting this war in peaceful times. People do not need peace. People do not need for their emotions to bottle up. People should be allowed to do as they please, and, by nature, that is to seek revenge. We all want to get back at someone for something. And this is only the beginning of my revolution."
//....//
"Sally, Noin, come on. They're here," Lady Une said, popping her head into the lounge.
"Got it," Sally replied, getting up.
"All right," Noin said, putting down her newspaper.
The three women walked into the main hanger of the PIA space headquarters. Lady Une took them to a wall where three suits were, each varying slightly from each other in color and design. "These two," Lady Une said, pointing to the blue and red one, "are updated versions of the Mercrius and Vayate. They still have all the basics, the Mercrius with the crash shield and the Vayate with the beam cannon, but, as you can see, the molds are each significantly stronger and armed with vulcan guns this time. Noin, the Vayate is yours and the Mercrius is for you, Sally. Now, this one," she pointed to a black one, "is known as the Unisys. It's main weapon is something new known as a heat cannon. It follows under the same principle as flame-throwers, except what happens is that the are around it gets extremely hot. Now, this version has been modified to be useful in space by expelling a large amount of air with the heat to help it move, that's the point of the two packs on the front and back. It is for me to use.
Noin nodded her head. "Impressive."
"I know," Sally agreed.
Lady Une smiled. "Good. With the help of Zechs and the Titan, we should be able to help out a lot more than we are right now."
"Duo! Ten mobile suit carriers are on their way to the Sicily base! They're moving pretty fast, so you guys really should start out now," Hilde informed him.
"Man... I really wish Marie had kept up that nice silent act, you know?" Duo sighed. "I'll go get Heero to help me out." He stood from his seat at the table and went to wake up his fellow pilot.
-After her second declaration, Duchess Marie Acht attempted to gain control over OZ by using the fact that it's leaders were at the time gone. However, this act was not as easy as thought to be, OZ was still defending it's posts for His Excellency and for the sake of Her Excellency. Also, the other Gundam pilots, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner, and Wufei Chang were defending as many posts as they could. But it was no easy task, they had to try not to get their Gundams to badly damaged, for their help was needed often. Despite their efforts, Marie was slowly gaining an advantage on them. Slowly, her power in the world was growing as she took over different bases.
However, in space, the story is slightly different. Their are no bases up there except one, and all of OZ's space force is there, and that means a lot of suits. Instead, the Scarlet Order is focusing on the PIA, which is slightly weaker, but still strong and under OZ's protection. Every time it is needed, all they have to do is call for help.
The odd war being staged continues for about a month and a half, Marie gaining control of different bases while Lady Ashley Barton remained in a coma, and therefore rendering Trowa Barton in no shape for fighting. And so the revolution began...-
//....//
Trowa rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. He was so tired. He hadn't slept in three days, and even on the few occasions he had slept over the past six weeks, it was only for a few hours. He didn't want to be asleep if she woke up. Quatre wasn't there to wake him anymore since the war was going on full-time again. He wanted to help them so much.
The door opened and a nurse walked in to change the IV bag. She noticed Trowa sitting there, about to fall asleep. "Sir, are you all right?"
"No."
The nurse took out the old IV and threw the bag away. "She's your wife, isn't she?"
Trowa nodded his head slowly and drank some more coffee. "Could you do me a favor please?"
The nurse finished inserting the IV and hung the bag up. "What would that be, sir?"
"Could you get me some more coffee?"
"Yes, sir. I'll be right back."
Trowa aimed to throw the paper cup in the garbage. He missed. He sighed and slumped in his chair, yawning. He looked over at the table sitting there, at all the little doo-dads on it. Pictures, flowers, and things from their house. There was a bouquet of purple roses from Quatre sitting there. Only Quatre would find purple roses. It was Ashley's favorite color... All sorts of pictures were sitting there. There was one of him, Catherine, and Ashley, screaming at the camera guy, laughing. Well, at least that's what Cathy and Ashley were up to. Trowa was looking at them act like idiots. There was an old picture of Ashley in her circus outfit with the feather train. There was one Catherine took, when she decided it would be a nice idea for Trowa to take his "girlfriend" on a date. And then... There was one of Ashley in her wedding dress. Trowa was standing with her in his white tux. Trowa rubbed at his eyes. Her jewelry box was there as well. It was small and made of sea shells. Inside, on the top, was this beautiful picture of two dolphins. Ashley loved the ocean, she always had. Trowa opened it slowly and reached in it, taking out two necklaces that Ashley had always worn. Her wedding ring and engagement ring weren't in there; Trowa had put them on her already. He looked at the necklaces. One was simple, silver with little blue and purple beads on it, a silver tropical flower charm hanging off it. She had bought it when she had bought the jewelry box and when that funny beach picture was taken. The other one was a very special necklace. The chain was rose gold, as was the intricately designed locket on it. Trowa had that locket made just for her. It was shaped like a seashell and had a dark sapphire in it. He opened the locket to see two pictures. The people Ashley called family; him and Catherine. He sighed.
Getting up, Trowa closed the jewelry box and walked over to Ashley. Carefully, avoiding the nasal cannule ***AN: See what I get for my mom working in hospitals?*** she had in her nose, he put the necklaces on her, one at a time. He pulled his chair back to her side and sat there, holding her hand, stroking it gently with his thumb.
The door opened and the nurse walked back in. "Sir, here's your coffee."
Trowa turned around. "Thank you."
"It's all right. I don't mind." She looked closely at his face. "Sir, you must be tired. Get some sleep. I'll stay in here, and if she wakes up, I'll let you know."
Trowa had to smile at the kindness of this stranger. "Thank you very much. I really appreciate this."
The nurse smiled. "I don't really mind. I understand."
Duo yawned and just about fell over into his plate. Hilde grabbed his braid just in time. "Duo! Yoo-hoo! Wake up!"
"Ugh. Need... sleep..." He stood up and walked aimless around, hoping that one way or another he'll find a bed, whether it be his own or Wufei's...
"GET OUT! THAT IS MY PERSONAL SPACE!! STAY OUT!"
Okay, maybe not Wufei's, but at lest his own.
"Duo, do you need some help? This isn't your room."
Okay, that was Quatre.
"Go away."
Oh, Heero's so nice.
"I need sleep."
"Duo, come here." Hilde walked over and took his hand like a three-year-old's. "That's the hangar, dear. Our room his this way."
"Oh sweet pillow..." Duo laid his head down and snuggled into the green pillow. "I have been saved."
Hilde lay over next to him. "Du-o," she said in a sing song voice.
"Yeah?"
"I got Wufei to take over surveillance for a while."
"That's great, Hilde."
"Well, you know, Duo, you've just been so busy lately, I thought that you just might wanna spend a little time with me..."
"*SNORE*... *SNORE*..."
Hilde's face took on a mad glare. "Okay, then! If sleep is what you want, FINE! I'll just leave!"
Duo rolled over, yawned and stretched, grabbing Hilde and snuggling her close. "*SNORE*... *SNORE*..."
Hilde trying not to laugh...
"Ah-*YAWN*... I.. *SNORE*"
She didn't want to wake him from his slumber...
"Gooo...*SNORE*..duh...*YAWN, SNORE*...nightuh. *SNORE*...*SNORE*..."
"Goodnight, Duo."
To be continued...
NEXT TIME ON GUNDAM WING: REVOLUTION...
The war has taken a turn for the worst. But yet... Only one person calls Trowa "Ti-Bi".
Gundam Wing: Revolution|Session Three|The Rebirth