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When we last left our story a young girl had kidnapped the Gundam boys and was taking them to her colony for something that has yet to be revealed.
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"Unnn...," groaned Duo and placed a hand on his head and opened his eyes.
He saw that he was sitting in a small room with a bed and completely alone.
"Hey!!! Trowa? Quatre? Heero? Wufei? Anybody," called Duo slightly panicky.
Meanwhile in a different part of the ship, Trowa was all ready awake and working on cracking the security code that had locked the door. When the soft click was heard he jammed his fist down on the button and the door slid open. He walked silently down the hall and back towards the cockpit. He slid open that door and saw a figure sleeping on the consol. Shiny red hair ran down her back from the restaint that held it on the top of her head. He walked slowly towards her.
She heard someone enter the cockpit and placed her hands on the controls to help push herself up. She stopped abruptly when she heard a double click and the barrel of a gun at the back of her head.
"Move, and I'll blow your brains out," said the soft male voice dangerously.
She held her hands up in the air and turned around. Trowa was now looking into a set of steel blue eyes. She smiled.
"I guess I need to increase the strength of the gas. Are the others up," asked the girl sweetly.
Trowa looked at her and nodded.
"Good. Now, Mr. Barton if you would please put the safty back on the gun and lower it I would be more than happy to introduce myself," she said continuing to smile.
Trowa had never been addressed as Mr. Barton. He complied and looked at her again.
"Who are you and what do you need us for," he said in the same dangerous tone.
"My name is Dr. Trista Coranada. Engineering Specialist on a branch of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation," said Trista with confindence.
Trowa studied her and found that she wore shin length boots with a navy blue knee lenght skirt. A crisp white button up shirt and a navy blue tie. On her left shit pocket was embroidered "Dr. Cornada ES". She looked at him waiting for approval.
"Do you want an ID tag? I've got one of those as well," asked Trista.
She reached in her pocket and handed him an ID with her Name, Address, Profession, and other vital statistics. He handed it back and sat down.
"Now, kindly explain to me why you've kidnapped us," he asked, his voice a bit less cold.
"Well, I think it would be better just to show you. But you'll have to wait until we get back to the colony. It would be really hard for you to believe me unless you see it for you self. Now, I'm going to take the security locks off of the doors so you can go anywhere in the ship. I'm glad it was you and not Heero because I'm pretty sure that he would have shot first and asked questions later. Disarm him for me and please tell Wufei to refrain from using the word "INJUSTICE". Otherwise I'm gonna have to laugh. If you would like you can bring them up here to meet me otherwise feel free to wander around."
She sat back down and took control of the craft again and Trowa left the room trying to piece together the information she had just given him. He walked down the hall and let Quatre out who asked questions. Trowa continued down the hall letting out Duo and Wufei. He gathered them outside Heero's door and explained the plan to disarm him. They nodded. Trowa opened the door and Heero sprang out. They pinned him to the floor and managed to remove all of the weapons that were on his person.
"Damnit Heero, why do you have to carry all of these firearms!" Quatre exclaimed.
Trowa led them silently back to the cockpit where Trista was working on some really big blueprints. But she had wiped the screen as soon as they walked in the door. Heero automatically started making death threats, until Quatre slapped him and told him to shut his trap. Trista raised her eyebrows and looked at Quatre.
"Mr. Winner, you are my new best friend," she laughed. "Introductions, Introductions. Well, Mr. Barton has all ready met me."
She took a deep breath and stood up.
"My name is Dr. Trista Cornada Engineering Specialist on my Colony. I'm sixteen years old and really hope that you all will cooperate. Again fate rests in your hands."
Trowa leaned over towards Duo.
"She's been talking in riddles ever since I met her. I don't quite understand what she's talking about," whispered Trowa.
Duo stifled a laugh and trotted off with the rest of them to find some food.
"Heero, looks like you've got some leadership issues," Duo laughed as Heero grumbled about Trista.
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Trista landed the craft in the hanger and waited for the ex-gundam pilots. They followed her to her office where she tugged off the tie and her boots. She replaced the boots with tennis shoes and put on a white lab coat. She clapped her hands together and motioned for them to follow her. They complied and she began to explain her problem.
"Well, here goes nothing. Do you remember when you thought you destroyed all of OZ? Well, you didn't they went into hiding and have been hiding ever since. They naturally went out and multiplied. So now there are a bunch of ex-OZ teens. Even before OZ there was another foundation called ZION. The ex-Zions went out and multiplied as well. Those from Zion are my age and older. Those from OZ are my age and younger. They seem to have congregated out here in the furthest quadrent of space. They are plotting to pick up where their parents and grandparents left off. They are about to start another interstellar war. That's why I've come to get you," explained Trista, finally stopping at a very large bay door.
"I hate to break it to you Dr. Cornada, but we don't have our Gundams anymore. We detinated them a while ago," said Quatre with concern in his voice.
Trista waved her hand impatiently.
"I know you don't know me but have a bit of faith. I'm the smartest engineer you might ever meet. Remember I got my Doctorate in Engineering at the age of fourteen. Now, what you are about to see might amaze you it might even make you faint but I don't want you to scream."
She smiled at their puzzled faces and hit a button on her little remote control. The bay doors began to open and the buzzer went off indicating that someone was coming. The jaws that belonged to the five boys dropped to the floor and Trista was grinning from ear to ear.
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When we last left our story a young girl had kidnapped the Gundam boys and was taking them to her colony for something that has yet to be revealed.
**~~~*~*~**~~~**
"Unnn...," groaned Duo and placed a hand on his head and opened his eyes.
He saw that he was sitting in a small room with a bed and completely alone.
"Hey!!! Trowa? Quatre? Heero? Wufei? Anybody," called Duo slightly panicky.
Meanwhile in a different part of the ship, Trowa was all ready awake and working on cracking the security code that had locked the door. When the soft click was heard he jammed his fist down on the button and the door slid open. He walked silently down the hall and back towards the cockpit. He slid open that door and saw a figure sleeping on the consol. Shiny red hair ran down her back from the restaint that held it on the top of her head. He walked slowly towards her.
She heard someone enter the cockpit and placed her hands on the controls to help push herself up. She stopped abruptly when she heard a double click and the barrel of a gun at the back of her head.
"Move, and I'll blow your brains out," said the soft male voice dangerously.
She held her hands up in the air and turned around. Trowa was now looking into a set of steel blue eyes. She smiled.
"I guess I need to increase the strength of the gas. Are the others up," asked the girl sweetly.
Trowa looked at her and nodded.
"Good. Now, Mr. Barton if you would please put the safty back on the gun and lower it I would be more than happy to introduce myself," she said continuing to smile.
Trowa had never been addressed as Mr. Barton. He complied and looked at her again.
"Who are you and what do you need us for," he said in the same dangerous tone.
"My name is Dr. Trista Coranada. Engineering Specialist on a branch of the Earth Sphere Unified Nation," said Trista with confindence.
Trowa studied her and found that she wore shin length boots with a navy blue knee lenght skirt. A crisp white button up shirt and a navy blue tie. On her left shit pocket was embroidered "Dr. Cornada ES". She looked at him waiting for approval.
"Do you want an ID tag? I've got one of those as well," asked Trista.
She reached in her pocket and handed him an ID with her Name, Address, Profession, and other vital statistics. He handed it back and sat down.
"Now, kindly explain to me why you've kidnapped us," he asked, his voice a bit less cold.
"Well, I think it would be better just to show you. But you'll have to wait until we get back to the colony. It would be really hard for you to believe me unless you see it for you self. Now, I'm going to take the security locks off of the doors so you can go anywhere in the ship. I'm glad it was you and not Heero because I'm pretty sure that he would have shot first and asked questions later. Disarm him for me and please tell Wufei to refrain from using the word "INJUSTICE". Otherwise I'm gonna have to laugh. If you would like you can bring them up here to meet me otherwise feel free to wander around."
She sat back down and took control of the craft again and Trowa left the room trying to piece together the information she had just given him. He walked down the hall and let Quatre out who asked questions. Trowa continued down the hall letting out Duo and Wufei. He gathered them outside Heero's door and explained the plan to disarm him. They nodded. Trowa opened the door and Heero sprang out. They pinned him to the floor and managed to remove all of the weapons that were on his person.
"Damnit Heero, why do you have to carry all of these firearms!" Quatre exclaimed.
Trowa led them silently back to the cockpit where Trista was working on some really big blueprints. But she had wiped the screen as soon as they walked in the door. Heero automatically started making death threats, until Quatre slapped him and told him to shut his trap. Trista raised her eyebrows and looked at Quatre.
"Mr. Winner, you are my new best friend," she laughed. "Introductions, Introductions. Well, Mr. Barton has all ready met me."
She took a deep breath and stood up.
"My name is Dr. Trista Cornada Engineering Specialist on my Colony. I'm sixteen years old and really hope that you all will cooperate. Again fate rests in your hands."
Trowa leaned over towards Duo.
"She's been talking in riddles ever since I met her. I don't quite understand what she's talking about," whispered Trowa.
Duo stifled a laugh and trotted off with the rest of them to find some food.
"Heero, looks like you've got some leadership issues," Duo laughed as Heero grumbled about Trista.
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Trista landed the craft in the hanger and waited for the ex-gundam pilots. They followed her to her office where she tugged off the tie and her boots. She replaced the boots with tennis shoes and put on a white lab coat. She clapped her hands together and motioned for them to follow her. They complied and she began to explain her problem.
"Well, here goes nothing. Do you remember when you thought you destroyed all of OZ? Well, you didn't they went into hiding and have been hiding ever since. They naturally went out and multiplied. So now there are a bunch of ex-OZ teens. Even before OZ there was another foundation called ZION. The ex-Zions went out and multiplied as well. Those from Zion are my age and older. Those from OZ are my age and younger. They seem to have congregated out here in the furthest quadrent of space. They are plotting to pick up where their parents and grandparents left off. They are about to start another interstellar war. That's why I've come to get you," explained Trista, finally stopping at a very large bay door.
"I hate to break it to you Dr. Cornada, but we don't have our Gundams anymore. We detinated them a while ago," said Quatre with concern in his voice.
Trista waved her hand impatiently.
"I know you don't know me but have a bit of faith. I'm the smartest engineer you might ever meet. Remember I got my Doctorate in Engineering at the age of fourteen. Now, what you are about to see might amaze you it might even make you faint but I don't want you to scream."
She smiled at their puzzled faces and hit a button on her little remote control. The bay doors began to open and the buzzer went off indicating that someone was coming. The jaws that belonged to the five boys dropped to the floor and Trista was grinning from ear to ear.