Gonnosuke woke with a start, a few hours later after his "training" session, with Toji. His body screamed with his movement, it surely thought that Toji was out to kill him.
Slowly, he gained his senses again, and started to try to figure out where he was, and what was going on.
Unh... White sheets... Am i home? No.. Ritsuko isn't here.. he thought in dismay. what he wouldn't give to see his beautiful girlfriend, at this moment.
Smells... sterile.. i must be in the infirmary... Just as this realization hit him, a nurse walked in, wearing the standard MI issue uniform.
"Good, you're awake," she said, making Gonnosuke almost wish he wasn't. "Consulate Peacecraft wishes to speak with you. He shall see you, now."
At this, Gonnosuke perked up. Ever since Milliardo had gotten him the position of a mobile suit pilot, he felt a great debt to the man. He sat up in bed, trying to sort out himself, and make himself presentable. He combed his fingers through his blond hair, hoping the part was in the middle, as usual.
The nurse walked back into the room, followed by Milliardo. He glanced at her, and she knew that that was her cue to leave. She closed the door on the way out.
"I hear you and Toji have been practicing more and more, lately," he said, gazing nonchalantly at Gonnosuke, making note of all the bruises on his shoulders and chest. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but, don't you feel it is futile to fight someone with that much skill, Gonno?"
Gonnosuke sighed, and let his gaze drop to the foot of the bed. "I will become better than him. He has no right to be the first duelist!!"
Milliardo snorted, and smirked at him. "Apparently he does, if he can beat you. Your father may have been my advisor while i was making this place, but that doesn't merit you a title which you don't deserve. Yet." he tacked on that last bit to take some of the sting away from his words.
Gonnosuke knew it was true. Toji was the better fighter, more adept at almost everything. There were few days when Gonnosuke didn't feel even a slight urge to attempt to knock him down a few notches, but he never did, because he knew he couldn't. He, and the other pilots, just withstood his arrogance, and tried to brush it off as much as possible.
"Anyways," Milliardo's voice harshly broke the silence that had formed. "I have come to let you know that the UMS pilots services shall soon be needed. You and Toji are to mobilize you and your fellow pilots, and be prepared to leave at a moments notice."
Gonnosuke gave him a puzzled look, then Milliardo continued. "There have been reports of uprisings in the northen sectors. It would seem that there's a new freedom faction that's trying to overthrow us."
"But why are you going to use us? Can't the standard military put them down?" Gonnosuke was truly perplexed, by now.
"Under normal circumstances, i would say yes, but, from the intelligence gathered thus far, they have mobile suits. Not just any mobile suits, too. Do you remember the serpent troops?" Gonnusuke nodded in affirmation. "They have modified versions of them. This is no ordinary revolt."
Gonnosuke knew that this was going to happen one day, it always does. But still, now? It seemed to early, yet.
"You have three days to notify the other pilots. Tomorrow is your day off, i suggest you not spend it doing this. Give my regards to Toji, and tell him there is a briefing meeting, Tuesday. See you then." Milliardo walked out, after tossing him a large manilla envelope, containing classified military documents on what is going to happen.
Gonnosuke looked through the papers for a few minutes, then decided to go tell Toji. Toji may be the better fighter, but i still hold higher rank than him, he thought, bitterly.
Slowly, he gained his senses again, and started to try to figure out where he was, and what was going on.
Unh... White sheets... Am i home? No.. Ritsuko isn't here.. he thought in dismay. what he wouldn't give to see his beautiful girlfriend, at this moment.
Smells... sterile.. i must be in the infirmary... Just as this realization hit him, a nurse walked in, wearing the standard MI issue uniform.
"Good, you're awake," she said, making Gonnosuke almost wish he wasn't. "Consulate Peacecraft wishes to speak with you. He shall see you, now."
At this, Gonnosuke perked up. Ever since Milliardo had gotten him the position of a mobile suit pilot, he felt a great debt to the man. He sat up in bed, trying to sort out himself, and make himself presentable. He combed his fingers through his blond hair, hoping the part was in the middle, as usual.
The nurse walked back into the room, followed by Milliardo. He glanced at her, and she knew that that was her cue to leave. She closed the door on the way out.
"I hear you and Toji have been practicing more and more, lately," he said, gazing nonchalantly at Gonnosuke, making note of all the bruises on his shoulders and chest. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but, don't you feel it is futile to fight someone with that much skill, Gonno?"
Gonnosuke sighed, and let his gaze drop to the foot of the bed. "I will become better than him. He has no right to be the first duelist!!"
Milliardo snorted, and smirked at him. "Apparently he does, if he can beat you. Your father may have been my advisor while i was making this place, but that doesn't merit you a title which you don't deserve. Yet." he tacked on that last bit to take some of the sting away from his words.
Gonnosuke knew it was true. Toji was the better fighter, more adept at almost everything. There were few days when Gonnosuke didn't feel even a slight urge to attempt to knock him down a few notches, but he never did, because he knew he couldn't. He, and the other pilots, just withstood his arrogance, and tried to brush it off as much as possible.
"Anyways," Milliardo's voice harshly broke the silence that had formed. "I have come to let you know that the UMS pilots services shall soon be needed. You and Toji are to mobilize you and your fellow pilots, and be prepared to leave at a moments notice."
Gonnosuke gave him a puzzled look, then Milliardo continued. "There have been reports of uprisings in the northen sectors. It would seem that there's a new freedom faction that's trying to overthrow us."
"But why are you going to use us? Can't the standard military put them down?" Gonnosuke was truly perplexed, by now.
"Under normal circumstances, i would say yes, but, from the intelligence gathered thus far, they have mobile suits. Not just any mobile suits, too. Do you remember the serpent troops?" Gonnusuke nodded in affirmation. "They have modified versions of them. This is no ordinary revolt."
Gonnosuke knew that this was going to happen one day, it always does. But still, now? It seemed to early, yet.
"You have three days to notify the other pilots. Tomorrow is your day off, i suggest you not spend it doing this. Give my regards to Toji, and tell him there is a briefing meeting, Tuesday. See you then." Milliardo walked out, after tossing him a large manilla envelope, containing classified military documents on what is going to happen.
Gonnosuke looked through the papers for a few minutes, then decided to go tell Toji. Toji may be the better fighter, but i still hold higher rank than him, he thought, bitterly.