Meteo Showers
You are Not Forgotten
"Meteo Sabog? Just him, sir?" spoke the private on the other side of the phone line. He was practically shaking as the deep voice of Milliardo Peacecraft filled the telephone. "N..n..not even one of the gundam pilots, sir? Okay, please hold."
The boy set the receiver down then raced for his commanding offices room. He pounded on the door with both fists. The door flung open, revealing an unsettled Refel.
"What is it, private?" Refel grumbled as he rubbed at his eyes. Didn't anyone other then him take naps around here?
"Sir! Milliardo Peacecraft is on the phone!" Ben straightened up, saluting his commander.
"What?" Refel hissed out. He leaned in closer to the private, bulging his eyes. "What does he want?"
"He is requesting the return of one POW," Ben said. Then on second thought he added a loud and nervous, "SIR!"
Refel narrowed his eyes as the private shouted into his ear. The man then stepped out of his room, shoving the private to the ground. Refel then took a few easy strides to the phone. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie before he picked up the receiver and held it to his eager ears.
"Milliardo Peacecraft?"
"Refel?"
"Yes, you are now speaking to Refel. Can you please explain to me what my private was attempting to explain just recently?"
"Yes, Refel, you see we have a situation here and we are in need of the services of Meteo Sabog. Just Meteo Sabog."
"Hm," Refel paused, tapping his fingers against the mirror in front of him. Suddenly a deliciously wicked smile slithered across his lips. "Request granted. Please send someone to 0107 and we'll discuss details there."
"Understood. Thank you," Milliardo hung up the phone. He stood up from the desk and took a few steps over to Charlene. The smug grin on her face made him sick. With a growl, the man swiftly slapped the woman so hard that she toppled from the chair. She laid there, breathing heavily on the ground as she stared up at Milliardo in shock and surprise.
"Ha, little bitch," commented Relena as she stepped over Charlene. The Vice Foreign Minister then once again acted immature as she spat on the girl on the floor. She laughed viciously before stepping out to ready for the trip to 0107.
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"Is Meteo Sabog still alive?" Refel questioned as he opened the door to the cell. He was met with eyes that were filled to the brim with agony. And yet, the commander felt no pity for the prisoners. Only scorn.
"What do you need him for?" replied Heero. His back was to the wall as he sat quite comfortably. The perfect soldier had his legs bent with his arms draping over them dramatically. The dull glare of his Prussian blue eyes made even Refel shudder.
"Sabog is going home. He is needed for a situation," Refel spoke. He played around with the word "situation" before letting out a menacing chuckle.
The reply to Refel's words was silence. Sheer and utter silence as each prisoner stared at him in disbelief. There was annoyance in their eyes as they thought his words to be nothing but a cruel joke.
"Hm, are you Meteo Sabog?" Refel asked the nearest soldier.
To his surprise the soldier stood up. He stuck out his chest, filled with sudden pride. The soldier then gave a quick salute to Refel, "No, I am not Meteo Sabog. I am Captain Benjamin Franklin Danielson, Captain in the Alliance Airforce. I,"
Refel growled, walking away from the man. He hadn't received the answer he wanted. Quickly, Refel scanned the mass of men. He knew this Meteo wasn't any of the gundam pilots. And he could narrow out the few prisoners whose names he knew. But there were still too many.
"Fine then, I shall just have to tell Milliardo that Meteo Sabog committed suicide," Refels cruel words twisted and contorted all around the room. The tension in the room was amazing as the man turned back to the door. He took slow, deliberate steps waiting for the Sabog man to cave in.
"Wait!"
Refel turned to find a middle aged man who had eyes of fear. His mouth was hanging open for he hadn't closed it from his yell. Quickly, the man glanced around at his fellow prisoners with sorrow in his eyes before speaking.
"I am Msg. Meteo Sabog. What do you need from me?"
"I need you to follow me," Refel stepped out the door. He held it open, waiting for the weak Msg. to follow in his footsteps.
"Will you tell them about us, Meteo?" Duo suddenly shouted. He leaped to the mans side, his violet eyes pleading.
"I.. I.." Meteo lowered his eyes. If keeping the POWs a secret meant he could leave, he'd keep them a secret for all his life.
"Don't worry about us, Meteo," Quatre spoke up, even though tears were beginning to edge into his eyes. "We understand."
"Thank you, Quatre," Meteo whispered before he stepped out of the door.
Duo growled, racing to the door as it closed. He slammed his fists against the steel. Tears streaming down his face, the broken soldier screamed out. All around him, his fellow soldiers also felt the pain.
Mizu-chan!'s Notes: Well, how do you like? Meteo is the real name of the real person in the story. I didn't want any main characters to be freed (er, I sound mean, ne?) so I just left Meteo alone. Ahem.. well, I think that was all I had to say. Merci beaucoup for reading this!
You are Not Forgotten
"Meteo Sabog? Just him, sir?" spoke the private on the other side of the phone line. He was practically shaking as the deep voice of Milliardo Peacecraft filled the telephone. "N..n..not even one of the gundam pilots, sir? Okay, please hold."
The boy set the receiver down then raced for his commanding offices room. He pounded on the door with both fists. The door flung open, revealing an unsettled Refel.
"What is it, private?" Refel grumbled as he rubbed at his eyes. Didn't anyone other then him take naps around here?
"Sir! Milliardo Peacecraft is on the phone!" Ben straightened up, saluting his commander.
"What?" Refel hissed out. He leaned in closer to the private, bulging his eyes. "What does he want?"
"He is requesting the return of one POW," Ben said. Then on second thought he added a loud and nervous, "SIR!"
Refel narrowed his eyes as the private shouted into his ear. The man then stepped out of his room, shoving the private to the ground. Refel then took a few easy strides to the phone. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie before he picked up the receiver and held it to his eager ears.
"Milliardo Peacecraft?"
"Refel?"
"Yes, you are now speaking to Refel. Can you please explain to me what my private was attempting to explain just recently?"
"Yes, Refel, you see we have a situation here and we are in need of the services of Meteo Sabog. Just Meteo Sabog."
"Hm," Refel paused, tapping his fingers against the mirror in front of him. Suddenly a deliciously wicked smile slithered across his lips. "Request granted. Please send someone to 0107 and we'll discuss details there."
"Understood. Thank you," Milliardo hung up the phone. He stood up from the desk and took a few steps over to Charlene. The smug grin on her face made him sick. With a growl, the man swiftly slapped the woman so hard that she toppled from the chair. She laid there, breathing heavily on the ground as she stared up at Milliardo in shock and surprise.
"Ha, little bitch," commented Relena as she stepped over Charlene. The Vice Foreign Minister then once again acted immature as she spat on the girl on the floor. She laughed viciously before stepping out to ready for the trip to 0107.
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"Is Meteo Sabog still alive?" Refel questioned as he opened the door to the cell. He was met with eyes that were filled to the brim with agony. And yet, the commander felt no pity for the prisoners. Only scorn.
"What do you need him for?" replied Heero. His back was to the wall as he sat quite comfortably. The perfect soldier had his legs bent with his arms draping over them dramatically. The dull glare of his Prussian blue eyes made even Refel shudder.
"Sabog is going home. He is needed for a situation," Refel spoke. He played around with the word "situation" before letting out a menacing chuckle.
The reply to Refel's words was silence. Sheer and utter silence as each prisoner stared at him in disbelief. There was annoyance in their eyes as they thought his words to be nothing but a cruel joke.
"Hm, are you Meteo Sabog?" Refel asked the nearest soldier.
To his surprise the soldier stood up. He stuck out his chest, filled with sudden pride. The soldier then gave a quick salute to Refel, "No, I am not Meteo Sabog. I am Captain Benjamin Franklin Danielson, Captain in the Alliance Airforce. I,"
Refel growled, walking away from the man. He hadn't received the answer he wanted. Quickly, Refel scanned the mass of men. He knew this Meteo wasn't any of the gundam pilots. And he could narrow out the few prisoners whose names he knew. But there were still too many.
"Fine then, I shall just have to tell Milliardo that Meteo Sabog committed suicide," Refels cruel words twisted and contorted all around the room. The tension in the room was amazing as the man turned back to the door. He took slow, deliberate steps waiting for the Sabog man to cave in.
"Wait!"
Refel turned to find a middle aged man who had eyes of fear. His mouth was hanging open for he hadn't closed it from his yell. Quickly, the man glanced around at his fellow prisoners with sorrow in his eyes before speaking.
"I am Msg. Meteo Sabog. What do you need from me?"
"I need you to follow me," Refel stepped out the door. He held it open, waiting for the weak Msg. to follow in his footsteps.
"Will you tell them about us, Meteo?" Duo suddenly shouted. He leaped to the mans side, his violet eyes pleading.
"I.. I.." Meteo lowered his eyes. If keeping the POWs a secret meant he could leave, he'd keep them a secret for all his life.
"Don't worry about us, Meteo," Quatre spoke up, even though tears were beginning to edge into his eyes. "We understand."
"Thank you, Quatre," Meteo whispered before he stepped out of the door.
Duo growled, racing to the door as it closed. He slammed his fists against the steel. Tears streaming down his face, the broken soldier screamed out. All around him, his fellow soldiers also felt the pain.
Mizu-chan!'s Notes: Well, how do you like? Meteo is the real name of the real person in the story. I didn't want any main characters to be freed (er, I sound mean, ne?) so I just left Meteo alone. Ahem.. well, I think that was all I had to say. Merci beaucoup for reading this!