~*~ November 30, AC 219 ~*~

~*~ Costal City Space Port in the Cinq Kingdom ~*~

~*~ 10:45 AM ~*~

"My baby!" Relena cried, hugging her only son tightly. The three teens were the kingdom's only hope before Relena's older brother disgraced the Peacecraft name once again, this time by brandishing a huge secret military. To make matters worse, Relena couldn't do anything about it, due to the fact that Relena's own husband, Commander Heero Yuy built and led the Cinq Kingdom Imperial Military. Kiro tried to squirm away from his over protective mother.

"Mother! I can take care of myself," Kiro said, trying to push his mother away from him.

"I know," Relena sighed, "You are just like your father. But I just can't forget what happened to the colonies when I was you age," Relena wiped a tear out of her eyes and let her son go.

"Don't worry, Mother," Kiro said confidently, "I know Calé won't let anything bad happen to us."

Relena frowned. This family depends too much on that boy. It was natural for Zechs to be proud oh his son, but depending on him to save the country was a little extreme. Even Heero was fine with the idea of fifteen year old boy saving the Earth and the colonies from a huge war. Perhaps, it was because Heero was once a fifteen year old boy, with the responsibility of bring peace to the colonies and their mother planet.

Near by, Zechs and Trey were also giving their children a fond goodbye. Évangalie left quickly when she saw an attractive flight technician. Calé stood before his mother and father. He almost knew what they were going to say. Try as he might, Calé could not suppress the large grin growing on the blonde boy's face. Zechs looked solemn, Trey looked sad. Calé's smile momentarily faltered at the sight of his crestfallen parents. His mother was upset, and with due reason. Her youngest, only son was departing for a far away place, and she would not be there to hold his hand. Zechs tried to support his wife and told her that their children were capable and bright, and they'd have no problem working a peace conference.

"Are you alright, bébé?" Trey asked Calé, hugging him tightly. He let out a small laugh. His mother was raised in France, and was fluent in speaking French. And even though she spoken English to most everyone, her speech would slip into French when ever she was emotional to an extreme. For example, when the kids got in trouble, when Calé's father said some thing very romantic or sweet (or sappy as Calé thought of it), or now, when she was very sad.

Calé caught a brief glance at his father, who was rolling his ice blue eyes. Calé could tell that Zechs was very tolerant of his wife's foreign upbringing, after all, Zechs did lets Trey name both his children in French. Calé's name, appropriately enough meant 'clever'. Évangalie, butchered and anglicized as it was meant 'gospel'.

"Oui, Mére," Calé told her, "I can handle this."

Zechs shook his son's hand as a sign of trust, affection, love, and respect. The father smiled at his near 'mirror image' son.

"Good luck, Calé," Zechs said. It was the line that Calé had been waiting all morning to hear.

"Me need luck? Not the son of the Lightning Count, Zechs Merquise!" Calé laughed.

"Excuse me?" Zechs' eyes widened. The children were not supposed to know about the former alias of the family's patriarch, Milliardo Peacecraft. Zechs wondered how Calé knew.

"Father, I know you tried to hide it," Calé said, almost apologizing, as he realized he just may have gotten himself into a great deal of trouble. His father had always wished him luck before every major event in his life, why did he have to go and botch this one? Why didn't Calé just say "Thank you," like he did at last year's cello recital? He verbally abused himself in his mind, using words neither Mother or Father would approve of.

"How did you find out?" Zechs' voice wasn't angry, at least not on the surface. His deep, ever soothing voice sounding more depressed than angry, or suspicious. Calé took a book out of his bag, and handed it to his father. It was a book of past Earth-colonial military conflicts.

"Oh joy, I'm sure there are whole chapters dedicated to me in there," Zechs though to himself, handing in the book back to his son. He bowed his head and sighed.

"Learn from our mistakes, Calé. This is merely a repetition of the conflict with the Barton Foundation. And that was only a repetition of the White Fang's attack on the Earthsphere. As a young leader once said, 'History is like and endless waltz'," Zechs told him soberly.

"Then this time, Father, it's the last dance," Calé said. Zechs gave a brief nod. Calé bowed and walked to his awaiting shuttle. Kiro, too, parted from his loving mother. Éva quickly said her goodbyes to Denis, the handsome flight tech, and was waving to him and her family. Moments later, three Peacecrafts took off to outer space, all alone, to save the world.