Disclaimer: I don't own the hot guys of Gundam Wing, or anything that pretains to it. So I beg of you not to sue me.
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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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"How.....when......bu..," sputtered Duo.
"I think what you are trying to ask me Duo is, How exactly did you do this and when did you get the time," Trista laughed leading them into the bay.
They followed her in silence, still too shocked to say anything. Trista laid a hand on cool metal suface. She looked up at the massive piece of machinery in front of her.
"It took me six months to do all of this. One whole year to do mine. But mine is opperational. I'm still running diognostics on your's. I haven't installed any systems in the others as of yet. You are more than welcome to climb up in them. Or walk down and check out mine. If you need me, I'll be down there at the eight foot computer screen," said Trista brightly.
Quatre was the first to regain vocal skills.
"Trista, you rebuilt these? By yourself?"
"Yes, well I had some help. I built mine one my own."
She got on the elevator and took it to the floor, leaving the brand new remakes and their pilots on the catwalk. She sat down in her chair and began to type very quickly. She brought up a bunch of numbers she entered a few things and inserted five mini disks into the main system. She pulled them out and got back on the elevator.
"Ok boys, the moment of truth. I'm about to put the programs in. Which means, according to all diognostics, that they will be fully operational."
They walked to her and gave her their full attention. She clicked open the panel to the cockpit and jumped inside. She inserted the mini disk in a small console and tapped a couple of buttons. There was the low rumble of engines and the beeping of controls.
"SCORE!" Trista yelled and jumped out of the cockpit. "I wasn't sure it would work because it isn't the zero program. It's the same program that is used in my own, but mine is made by throwing all of your blueprints together. Came up with one of the most interesting gundams I've ever seen. Ice canons and such. Really quite interesting actually. Now, I'm gonna give the rest of the mini-disks and you can install the programs. I'm ready for some food, so I'm going to make dinner. See you all in a bit."
Trista bolted out of the bay and down the hall. Trowa looked at Quatre.
"Can you believe this? We get kidnaped by a chick, find ourselves here and with all things. Our Gundams," sighed Trowa.
"I think it's wonderful. I missed Sandrock. I'm just very surprised that she could actually rebuild these. I will admit, I have my doubts but I'll test it out anyway. So, Heero, are you going to be able to function correctly with out the Zero system?" Quatre joked.
Heero was glaring. He apparently had gone through to much ego bruising today. Wufei had remaind silent. He was standing next to Shenlong. He opened the cockpit and jumped in. The others followed in suit and installed the program. Trowa and Quatre started off to dinner first. They arrived in the large dinning room lit by soft lamps and candles. There were seven settings instead of six.
"Good, good. Did the programs work?" a voice said coming around the corner.
Trista was wiping her hands on her apron. She smiled broadly when the nodded.
"Who else is coming to dinner?" asked Quatre.
"Oh! My seven year old sister. Her name is Sisturn, Sis for short. She's obsessed with the lot of you. If she gets annoying just ingnor her. I'm just gonna hope that she targets one of you and not Mister Ego-the-size-of-saturn-who-will-shoot-if-she-looks-at-him-wrong." Said Trista with a smile.
Quatre laughed and sat down and Trowa sat silently next to him. She leaned on the back of one of the chairs.
"So, Trowa, why don't you talk much? You seem like a pretty interesting guy, I bet you have a lot of really cool things you could tell me. Lots of stories, cuz I know that Duo is going to tell me a whole lot of things tonight." Said Trista with a questioning look.
"Oh, Trowa doesn't talk much. Only when he's trying figure something out, or threatning to kill them," said Duo whom had just walked in.
Trista turned her attention to the braided boy.
"Why? That's like saying that he's like Heero. I know you're not like that," said Trista turning to Trowa.
Trowa remained silent.
"OOOOkkkkaayyy. I know! Once our Gundams are fully opperational, I challenge you to a 'duel'. If I win, you have to take 'therepy' with me to get you to talk. If you win, well you can do what ever you want." She said with a smile.
There was a slight pause, "alright".
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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.
~**~*~*~**~
"How.....when......bu..," sputtered Duo.
"I think what you are trying to ask me Duo is, How exactly did you do this and when did you get the time," Trista laughed leading them into the bay.
They followed her in silence, still too shocked to say anything. Trista laid a hand on cool metal suface. She looked up at the massive piece of machinery in front of her.
"It took me six months to do all of this. One whole year to do mine. But mine is opperational. I'm still running diognostics on your's. I haven't installed any systems in the others as of yet. You are more than welcome to climb up in them. Or walk down and check out mine. If you need me, I'll be down there at the eight foot computer screen," said Trista brightly.
Quatre was the first to regain vocal skills.
"Trista, you rebuilt these? By yourself?"
"Yes, well I had some help. I built mine one my own."
She got on the elevator and took it to the floor, leaving the brand new remakes and their pilots on the catwalk. She sat down in her chair and began to type very quickly. She brought up a bunch of numbers she entered a few things and inserted five mini disks into the main system. She pulled them out and got back on the elevator.
"Ok boys, the moment of truth. I'm about to put the programs in. Which means, according to all diognostics, that they will be fully operational."
They walked to her and gave her their full attention. She clicked open the panel to the cockpit and jumped inside. She inserted the mini disk in a small console and tapped a couple of buttons. There was the low rumble of engines and the beeping of controls.
"SCORE!" Trista yelled and jumped out of the cockpit. "I wasn't sure it would work because it isn't the zero program. It's the same program that is used in my own, but mine is made by throwing all of your blueprints together. Came up with one of the most interesting gundams I've ever seen. Ice canons and such. Really quite interesting actually. Now, I'm gonna give the rest of the mini-disks and you can install the programs. I'm ready for some food, so I'm going to make dinner. See you all in a bit."
Trista bolted out of the bay and down the hall. Trowa looked at Quatre.
"Can you believe this? We get kidnaped by a chick, find ourselves here and with all things. Our Gundams," sighed Trowa.
"I think it's wonderful. I missed Sandrock. I'm just very surprised that she could actually rebuild these. I will admit, I have my doubts but I'll test it out anyway. So, Heero, are you going to be able to function correctly with out the Zero system?" Quatre joked.
Heero was glaring. He apparently had gone through to much ego bruising today. Wufei had remaind silent. He was standing next to Shenlong. He opened the cockpit and jumped in. The others followed in suit and installed the program. Trowa and Quatre started off to dinner first. They arrived in the large dinning room lit by soft lamps and candles. There were seven settings instead of six.
"Good, good. Did the programs work?" a voice said coming around the corner.
Trista was wiping her hands on her apron. She smiled broadly when the nodded.
"Who else is coming to dinner?" asked Quatre.
"Oh! My seven year old sister. Her name is Sisturn, Sis for short. She's obsessed with the lot of you. If she gets annoying just ingnor her. I'm just gonna hope that she targets one of you and not Mister Ego-the-size-of-saturn-who-will-shoot-if-she-looks-at-him-wrong." Said Trista with a smile.
Quatre laughed and sat down and Trowa sat silently next to him. She leaned on the back of one of the chairs.
"So, Trowa, why don't you talk much? You seem like a pretty interesting guy, I bet you have a lot of really cool things you could tell me. Lots of stories, cuz I know that Duo is going to tell me a whole lot of things tonight." Said Trista with a questioning look.
"Oh, Trowa doesn't talk much. Only when he's trying figure something out, or threatning to kill them," said Duo whom had just walked in.
Trista turned her attention to the braided boy.
"Why? That's like saying that he's like Heero. I know you're not like that," said Trista turning to Trowa.
Trowa remained silent.
"OOOOkkkkaayyy. I know! Once our Gundams are fully opperational, I challenge you to a 'duel'. If I win, you have to take 'therepy' with me to get you to talk. If you win, well you can do what ever you want." She said with a smile.
There was a slight pause, "alright".