Disclaimer: I don't own the guys of Gundam Wing so don't sue me.
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"OOOOkkkkaayyy. I know! Once our Gundams are fully operational, I challenge you to a 'duel'. If I win, you have to take 'therapy' 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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Duo was thoroughly speechless. He sat dumbfounded in his chair, then looked over a Quatre whom was wearing the same expression.
"Did he just say what I think he said," asked Duo to Quatre.
"Yeah, I think so," he replied.
Heero and Wufei eventually joined the group. Now they were just waiting for the last person. Trista sat down and began to talk with them and answer any questions that they might have. All of a sudden there was a streak of blonde hair. That blur jumped into Trista's lap. She was a small child with blonde hair that rivaled Quatre's. She had stunning blue eyes and a grin that could but Duo to shame.
"I was wondering when you were gonna join the party munchkin," said Trista with a smile. "Boys, this is my baby sister Sisturn."
"HIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!" said Sisturn excitedly.
"Are you sure she's your sister? You two have nothing in common," said Quatre looking between Sisturn and Trista.
"Yeah, we share our father's brains and our mother's personality. Only she got my mother's hair and eyes and I got my dad's. She gets her shortness from our mom and I get all six feet of me from my dad." Trista said with a smile.
The group looked at Trista oddly. She just smile and set Sisturn down in her chair.
"Well, I'd say that supper sounds good right about now don't u think," asked Trista brightly.
Dinner was brought and light conversation was made. Sisturn kept trying to engage Heero in conversation, but after many failed attempts she began talking to Duo. He proved to be more of an interesting person. After supper Trista showed them to their rooms and she walked down the corridor. The boys retreated to their rooms.
"Well, now I guess that I can work in peace," said Trista opening the bay doors to run her tests.
She began but checking to make sure each and every Gundam was opperational. Then she began the weaponry diognostics. She heard footfalls outside the heavy metal doors. She reached under her desk and pulled out her pistol. She took careful aim and waited for the doors to open. As soon as they began to slide open she fired. She had aimed a bit higher, so the bullet got stuck in the door frame. The figure didn't even flinch. She blindly reached for the light switch. She flipped on the lights and saw Trowa standing in the doorway.
"So do you always shoot and ask questions later," said Trowa quitely.
"I'm sorry, you scared me. Usually no one is up at this time," she explained quickly.
"You're forgiven. Anyway, what are you doing up so late? Don't you have to get up to do the mission projects tomorrow. I think you need your rest," said Trowa sitting down in the other computer chair.
"I'll go to bed in a bit. I need to make sure these things actually work right. I don't want them to malfunction and then you guys all die in them. I'm also working on a sim-cube," said Trista staring intentively at the screen.
"What's a sim-cube?"
"A sim-cube is a 'cube' that you will learn how to use the new stuff that has been programmed into your gundams. I've added all new weapons, I've done shields, force fields, ect. Lots of new stuff to learn to use," she explained, then hit the EXECUTE button. "Finished, see you in the morning Trowa."
She got up and shut down the system. She walked back to her quarters and fell asleep.
Trowa watched her go then looked over at the gundams. He then stood up and began his journey back to his room. This fight was going to be so much different than the last one.
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"OOOOkkkkaayyy. I know! Once our Gundams are fully operational, I challenge you to a 'duel'. If I win, you have to take 'therapy' 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".
*~~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo was thoroughly speechless. He sat dumbfounded in his chair, then looked over a Quatre whom was wearing the same expression.
"Did he just say what I think he said," asked Duo to Quatre.
"Yeah, I think so," he replied.
Heero and Wufei eventually joined the group. Now they were just waiting for the last person. Trista sat down and began to talk with them and answer any questions that they might have. All of a sudden there was a streak of blonde hair. That blur jumped into Trista's lap. She was a small child with blonde hair that rivaled Quatre's. She had stunning blue eyes and a grin that could but Duo to shame.
"I was wondering when you were gonna join the party munchkin," said Trista with a smile. "Boys, this is my baby sister Sisturn."
"HIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!" said Sisturn excitedly.
"Are you sure she's your sister? You two have nothing in common," said Quatre looking between Sisturn and Trista.
"Yeah, we share our father's brains and our mother's personality. Only she got my mother's hair and eyes and I got my dad's. She gets her shortness from our mom and I get all six feet of me from my dad." Trista said with a smile.
The group looked at Trista oddly. She just smile and set Sisturn down in her chair.
"Well, I'd say that supper sounds good right about now don't u think," asked Trista brightly.
Dinner was brought and light conversation was made. Sisturn kept trying to engage Heero in conversation, but after many failed attempts she began talking to Duo. He proved to be more of an interesting person. After supper Trista showed them to their rooms and she walked down the corridor. The boys retreated to their rooms.
"Well, now I guess that I can work in peace," said Trista opening the bay doors to run her tests.
She began but checking to make sure each and every Gundam was opperational. Then she began the weaponry diognostics. She heard footfalls outside the heavy metal doors. She reached under her desk and pulled out her pistol. She took careful aim and waited for the doors to open. As soon as they began to slide open she fired. She had aimed a bit higher, so the bullet got stuck in the door frame. The figure didn't even flinch. She blindly reached for the light switch. She flipped on the lights and saw Trowa standing in the doorway.
"So do you always shoot and ask questions later," said Trowa quitely.
"I'm sorry, you scared me. Usually no one is up at this time," she explained quickly.
"You're forgiven. Anyway, what are you doing up so late? Don't you have to get up to do the mission projects tomorrow. I think you need your rest," said Trowa sitting down in the other computer chair.
"I'll go to bed in a bit. I need to make sure these things actually work right. I don't want them to malfunction and then you guys all die in them. I'm also working on a sim-cube," said Trista staring intentively at the screen.
"What's a sim-cube?"
"A sim-cube is a 'cube' that you will learn how to use the new stuff that has been programmed into your gundams. I've added all new weapons, I've done shields, force fields, ect. Lots of new stuff to learn to use," she explained, then hit the EXECUTE button. "Finished, see you in the morning Trowa."
She got up and shut down the system. She walked back to her quarters and fell asleep.
Trowa watched her go then looked over at the gundams. He then stood up and began his journey back to his room. This fight was going to be so much different than the last one.