Gundam Wing: La Femmes

A Fanfic by Lady Lye

(c)2001

Rated for strong language on behalf of the characters. Remember- it's not the author w/ the potty mouth-it's her potty-mouthed characters.

Disclaimer: I do not own the whole GW thing... If I did I sure as h*ll wouldn't be here wasting my time writing fanfics about them- I'd be using them as my you-know-what slaves per my latest obsession. So don't try to sue me- it ain't worth it.

Note: rough translation for my rough use of Spanish can be found at the bottom of the chapter. This will include all previous phrases.


Hm... when I get writer's block on one part of a story, I skip ahead to other parts and write those instead, so if the style seems a little broken in places, its because it was written at completely different times. This chapter is an excercise in cutting and pasting scenes together. ^^;; With luck, it won't suck... Uh... just go read, ne?

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Gundame: (pronunciation varies between gun-dum-eh and gun-dam-ay, but never gun-dame.) The mobile suits used by the five new girls. They are made of gundanium alloy but are coated with a newly developed substance making their shell even tougher than the gundams. Their pilots are known as the Dames.
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Battle Chapter: Promise of the Thistle (Part Five)




Blinking, heat seeking missiles streaked straight for the Thistle, aiming directly for it's middle. Furiously, Kyla and the Thistle shot upward and back the way they had come, the pilot swearing viciously when the missiles turned all-too quickly to follow. She beat at the controls frantically, tried to evade them, make them miss, but then with a sickening drop of her stomach realized that they were within a colony. Those missiles slamming through the outer wall, possibly even the explosion they made anywhere else, would kill everyone within. All it would take was the tiniest tear, the most minute pinprick of a hole. Angry with herself and her son of a bitch cousin, she headed straight for the exit, punching in an override code to make the massive doors between her and open space obey her need.

"Ky, let me off," Duo unbuckled his seatbelt.

"What?! Why!?"

"I'm not good in here. I think I know where he's hiding. Open the door, I'll be ok," he readied himself to jump out through the cockpit's door.

"What?! You'll be killed!" she spared him a horrified look. "Duo-" she bit her lip and nodded. She knew he was right. "Be careful."

"I will," he kissed her cheek and wiped away the beginning of a tear from her soft lashes. The cockpit door swung open and he dropped down and away, lost to her. Feeling ill, she switched on the video screen, watching, heart in her throat, as he landed expertly in the softening treetops of a park. With a choked sigh of relief- whatever happened now, she had no control of it- she turned all her attention back to the opening doors.

Space swallowed her and her immediate mission was to lead the missiles away from the colony. Very, VERY far away. They made three comet-like pinpricks of moving light in the vast black vacuum. Within the colony, people pointed to video screens in awe and fear. What was going on? Why was there a mobile suit battle here?

Duo half free fell, half climbed his way down the trees, taking on many a scratch and dropping neatly to his feet onto the grass. He took a moment to orient himself and then started running. He knew exactly where he was going. Cousin or no, this guy was going down.

He raced along the streets of the colony and directly to the building the laptop had pinpointed as the source of the signal. Without hesitation, he dodged the distracted guards and ran in. No one moved to stop him- all were glued to the video screens, watching news coverage of something no one had ever thought to see again. He wasted no time watching, steeling his heart to believe in her, and continued through the building to the top story and the roof. The door flew open at his entrance and a figure turned to face him.

"Jack Darwin," Duo growled.

The man's eyes narrowed, a slight resemblance to Kyla flickering over his face in his determination, but it was lost immediately as his look turned wicked. "And who might you be?"

"Och, I'm jus' a wee man o' the faeries," Duo mocked his accent and drew his gun fluidly. "Back away from that control panel if you know what's good for you."

Jack sniffed disdainfully. "American. Only YOU could be so crass. What's your business here, George Washington?"

Duo fought down his reactions to Jack's words, knowing it would just make him lose his temper. "My 'business' is to stop you. I won't say it again- back away from the control panel."

A slow smile spread across jack's face. "What, you mean- this control panel?" he waved a hand at the array of technology set up before him. "Gladly-" his finger jammed down on a button and as Duo's bullet streaked for his skull, he leapt out of the way, laughing madly.

"You sick bastard-" Duo swore.

"Duo!?" Kyla's voice echoed over the comm..

"Ky!"

"Aye, my cousin's no' such a bad fighter afterall," Jack nodded. Too late, Duo realized Jack's eyes weren't on him, and someone he couldn't see was pulling both his arms back, immobilizing him. He fought back, but within a moment his gun was out of his hand and he was completely captive. Jack laughed as the string of curses from the American. "You on the other hand, are obviously no'." That stung. "But even she is not invincible," Jack continued, and strolled casually back to the control panel.

"Duo!? Harold, what've you done to him!?" Kyla tried to fight and talk at the same time, earning herself several close calls in the process.

"Why, nothing, cousin, dearest. Only taken him out of action," he reveled in the horrified look on his cousin's face. The man holding Duo clamped a hand over his struggling captive's mouth to keep him quiet. "You shouldn't've come here, Ky. My influence stretches across the entire Earth and all its' colonies. I know you're helping against Markiah, I heard all about Sydney. He's the biggest and greatest account I've ever handled and soon, no one will be able to stop us from punishing the world for their wrongs against us! They WILL suffer!"

"I won't let you ruin this world they've worked so hard for!" Kyla's eyes narrowed. The beat of the righteous heart. The promise of the thistle. Wait- something wasn't right. She quickly surveyed the lit equipment before her. What was-?

"Enjoy Dame Addison, I've left you a wee gift," he said, keying in a four digit passcode.

"You bastard- what've you done?" Duo yelled, foreboding filling him and turning his stomach to jello, all his hatred pouring out of his eyes.

Kyla's eyes widened in fear and a sickly yellow glow seemed to fill the cockpit. It was like- like the Thistle was in her head with her, fighting with her. Telling her what to do, how to fight, where to strike at the throat of her enemy. Her scream echoed through space and the colony.

"You bastard!" Duo broke free of his captor, and ran forward, swinging his fist in a wide arc, ready to slam it into Jack's jaw. A force field like those that had been created for the Mercurious stopped him, sending a jolt of electricity up his spine and crackling with static. He collapsed to his knees as the flares died down. "What've you done to her?" he whispered, not defeated yet.

"You may step back- he won't be any more trouble," Jack nodded to the guard, who left, and smirked down at Duo. "You've heard of it, I'm sure. It's called a Zero System."

Duo's eyes widened.

In space, Kyla battled, slicing through suits without thinking about it- no, she wasn't thinking about it. Her thoughts were searching frantically for a way out. An irrational wave of claustrophobia swept through her and she could feel herself tensing up in fear, like a child. And suddenly, she was a child again.
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"Mam!" she could feel someone's legs inside her arms. Her mother. She was warm… she smelt like flour and ginger…
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"MAMA!" someone pulling her away- away from the still, discolored forms of her parents- "MAMA!!!"
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"Kyla," warm arms wrapped around her and she cried into the folds of someone's dress. She turned her wet face up to look at the person there. Her grandmother smiled down at her, every detail of her wizened old face etched deep into her memory. "I know little one… it'll be alright…"
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The unforgiving, crackling light of flames swept away her grandmother's image. She ran up the stony dirt path, tripping, falling, scraping her knee, scrambling to her feet and pressing onward. "GRANMAMA!" There was smoke- too much smoke- much too much smoke- Her heart pounded with fear, she understood now. She knew what was happening- didn't want to believe it, but did she have a choice?

"GRANMAMA!" she crested the rise and stopped at the small white gate, her workdress blowing in the winds and updrafts generated by the flames. Even at this distance, they seemed to burn into her skin with their heat. "GRANMAMA!" she screamed, ready to run in and find her.

"Don't be a fool!" someone held her back.

"No! Granmama! I have to go to her! GRANMAMA!" she cried, struggling against their grasp, knowing she couldn't break free. She sank to her knees, watching the flames lick up around the cottage. It was too late. She was too late. One final sob escaped her lips before she lost all her senses to the tears. "Granmama…"
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"Eh?" he looked up and his face broke into a grin when he saw her. "Hey, Ky, what's up?"
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"Muchacha-!" Isabel screamed as Andria and Estelle shoved her over the edge of the pool and she fell in with a splash, making them all laugh, Raisa and Kyla watching from their seats by the pool. She resurfaced to spit water in their faces, joining them in a grin. Then she yanked them both in with her. "Do NOT think you can win-" gurgle.
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"Kyla!" he smiled warmly at her, something twinkling, dancing in his eyes. "Wanna go somewhere?"
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"You're going to get the dress right?"
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His warm arm around her waist…
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"Don't be silly- I'll pay for it then."
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Reaching for her ice cream on a busy street in Sydney, his arms wrapped tightly around her middle…
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"With my own money too. You look beautiful. You should have the dress."
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Stepping lightly, twirling in his arms, to the rhythm of a heart-throbbing harmony… The cool, hardwood floor beneath her stockinged feet the exact opposite of the heat in her face or passing between their hands.
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"It's my treat."
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His worried eyes and lingering hand on her arm before she slipped out into the bar to execute her mission.
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"It's my gift then."
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In the cockpit, Kyla shook her head, trying to focus on the reality around her again. She was sweating but she couldn't lift her hands off the controls to wipe it away. "What…?" She was breathing hard, the suit had finally stopped moving. Had she stopped it? Or were there simply no enemies left? She swallowed hard, a new fear gripping her stomach. Had she destroyed them all in one fit of fury? "What is this thing?"
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Jack laughed down at Duo, thinking he had beaten him into submission. "It's really a very advanced system. It plugs directly into the pilot's brain, making them the perfect soldier. The best killing machines ever made. The only draw back, is that it has a tendency to… drive the pilot insane," his face broke into a cruel grin.

Slowly, shakily, Duo pulled himself up so that he could glare at him. "You don't know the first thing about the Zer- oh!" someone kicked him in the back, hard. Bastards. Dishonorable bastards. Kicking a man when he was down…

"It's also," he knelt down to look Duo in the face, to gloat and be able to watch the pain tearing him apart. "been known to show a pilot his future."

"Why are you telling me this?" he croaked. The pain in his back was fading, going numb. His ribs would probably ache for the next week though. If he made it to the next week. The back of his mind was whirling, calculating, trying to find a way out. Perhaps the best way was to pretend that he was just the back country hick tagalong sidekick, infatuated with the gundame pilot and shoving his nose in to help even though he couldn't. Dimly he hoped he wasn't living the role.

"Because," his voice dropped to a whisper. "Dame Addison, is psychic."

Duo's eyes widened, reacting before he could stop himself. Real fear for her gripped him now, along with a flood of memories. He had piloted Wing Zero- he knew the torture of the system- but- if she- if she had a tendency towards these things- god- her senses- her poor senses- they'd overload! It really might drive her insane!

"Didn't know that, did you?" he chuckled maliciously, falling for the trap Duo's wide blue eyes always set.

Ky, Ky, babe, I'm going to get you out… I have to… If I can just get to the comm…. If she can just hear my voice… Thank god this guy was such a fool. "She's stronger than that, you know!" he spat, slipping into his role again. Just a little longer… let him relax enough for Duo to land one good punch to his jaw and make that stupid forcefield move out of his way…

"You don't really understand, do you?" he cocked his head to the side. "The Zero system has only ever been truly mastered by one man. A gundam pilot, years ago. But maybe he didn't master it- you see, he disappeared after the war. Most likely the aftermath of what he saw has driven him mad. Pity really. He could have been an excellent addition to our side."

"What side is that? Satan's?" earned Duo another kick in the ribs. He groaned appropriately, but his eyes never left Jack. Yes, there! He had done it- Duo Maxwell, you are one hell of an actor.

"It shouldn't be long now before it begins to show her her future," he said, standing, stupidly turning his back on Duo, thinking him impotent now. He grinned, nothing nice in it. "It will show her dying by my hand, you, her lover, dead or in pain nearby- I haven't decided which yet."

"Let me make the decision for you," the sound of cracking knuckles and Duo's voice strong and without pain made Jack turn and his eyes widened moments before Shinigami's fist connected with his face. Duo made sure he had fallen and then wasted no time reaching the comm. Thistle registration number… "KYLA!!!"

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*cheers loudly, claps hands, and bounces in seat happily* Yay Duo! Duo's so cool! He is sooooooo awesome! ^____^ Ky's so lucky... O.O but it's not over yet... Stay tuned for more LaFs! ~_^


Here are the terms you may need... (not sure why I'm bothering at this point since Isa factors no where in it...)

WARNING: I used the translator on www.dictionary.com http://www.dictionary.com for these. I don't expect them all to be good. I do hope they get the point across. If anyone knows of a better site to use or can give me some really excellent phrases for Isabel to say, let me know.

amante- lover
buen- good
cliente- hot
cosa caliente- hot thing
fresco como vienen- fresh as they come
hibrido- bastard
materia caliente- hot stuff
mi buen pequeño amigo que mira - my good looking little friend.
muchacha- girl
muchacho- boy
Muchacha del idiota- idiot girl
muy- very. as in muy caliente
muy hermoso- very beautiful
perra estúpida- stupid bitch
poque usted lo ama- because you love him
princesa- princess
un moron de mierda- a fucking moron (don't worry, I really do love you, Duo...)


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