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Author's Note: I've been lazy at updating this one, but I actually went back and re- did chapters 1 through 4. The others are ok, even though they aren't exactly the level of writing I've developed now. (Not that my writing now is good, it's just better in comparison to what it used to be when I wrote the first chapters.) Um, nothing much to say except that if you'd like me to email you when I update, send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com telling me so and I will.
The orders ran along these lines: Tomorrow Night, the gundam pilots would jointly attack at five different points on the base. This attack would drain the base of its soldiers on watch. While the OZ soldiers were tied up with the battle, Selene was to surreptitiously break into the computers, which on a normal basis would have been well guarded, and extract as much information as she could. Naturally, she would then send all the retrieved information to the gundam pilots to use to plan their next move. It was the espionage action she had yearned for, yet she knew it would be a difficult task. "I wonder how on earth I'm going to get away without Mask boy knowing?" she thought to herself. She tapped her foot impatiently at the fact that she wasn't able to immediately think of a solution. She supposed that she should just let it rest in the back of her mind and then the answer would come. Warily, she folded up the note and ripped it to pieces. She would have burned it except ever since her childhood experiences with fire; she had a phobia of it. She could stand to see it, but she would rather avoid it, unless, of course, it was a chilly night. The remnants of the note she threw out the window into a light zephyr. Selene glanced at the teddy bear; she was awfully lonely on the base and she saw no reason to waste a perfectly good stuffed animal, so she put the stuffing back in the toy and then hugged it to her chest. She resembled somewhat at the moment an abnormally tall child who had come across too many bumps in the road of life. There was nothing to do, and she was quite tired from waking up early, so she curled up on the soft couch with the teddy bear in her arms and fell fast asleep.
Zechs was back in his room again, baffled by his own actions. He knew perfectly well that there was no reason to cancel practice. "I just need some time to think," he reassured himself, "especially after that defeat." He was referring to the last time he had met up with a gundam; when his fleet of 50 soldiers had been butchered down to three. He paced back and forth from the comfortable couch to the window. Beams of sunlight were streaming in adding warmth to the atmosphere. "This isn't how it should be," he thought, "OZ can do better than this." He shook his head and took off the mask, freeing his face of the daily impediment. There was no one around to see him, so he figured it wouldn't matter. He ran his right hand over his face like a toddler lacking sleep. He then thought of the irksome girl who was causing him so much trouble. "I should just finish her off," he whispered, but he knew the only way that were possible were through fair means. That would be the only way his men would swallow her death despite the fact that most of them loathed her as well. He shook his head, "No, that's not what I really want. I don't want her to die; I just want her to go away."
Treize gently caressed a white rose; lately he sensed much anguish in Zechs Merquise. He didn't fancy his best fighter being so sullen and intimidated. He was well aware that the problem was the new female member of OZ, but he somehow felt reluctant to dispose of her, yet. After all, she was pretty good at fighting, maybe not the best, but well enough to keep her around. He brushed aside these thoughts and then thought of Une. "Perhaps if this girl associated with Lady a little more, she would fit in better," he thought, "and perhaps she will also start steering clear of Zechs." He smiled; yes, that would be his remedy to the problem. Without further ado, he had Une called to his office.
Selene awoke, her face drenched with sweat. Another nightmare. She shook her head and almost cried in weariness of the constant mental haunting. Putting the teddy bear down, she pulled herself to her feet and dizzily walked to door. Her mind felt like it was trapped in a dream and she felt herself sway precariously. She opened the door and threw herself in the hallway, hoping that a change of air would mitigate the situation. She took a deep breath and wiped her forehead. It did not help. With blurred eyesight she walked, hands pressed against the white wall in fear she would faint. Without realizing it, she stopped in front of Zechs's room, without a will to go any further. The mosaic on the door was unclear to her, and she could feel her head spinning faster and faster like a doomed Ferris wheel. Consciousness was fleeting and she felt as if the hall was ablaze. "No," she whispered as her mind conjured up a distant memory, making it reality. "I don't want to die," she muttered softly. "Not the fire again!" she screamed as she slumped down to the ground. Everything went black.
Zechs heard the desperate scream of a female in pain and a light thud. In confusion, he ran to open the door without putting his mask back on. He let out a small gasp; the Lieutenant was laying unconscious just a foot away with her black hair soaked in sweat. He turned back into his room and quickly put on his mask. Then, he paced back and stared for a moment, wondering what to do. She looked in dire need of a doctor, but it didn't seem right to just leave her lying there while he went. "Or maybe she deserves it," he thought. "No, a blow now when she's already down would not be honorable," his conscience reprimanded. He leaned down and picked her up before he changed his mind. The look on her pain-strewn face was pristine innocence, and it made him wonder about his earlier premonitions about her. He laid her down on the couch in his room and then stared. "What if she wakes up when I'm getting the doctor?" he asked himself, "No, she's out cold." He quickly sauntered out into the hall and strode towards the hospital wing. He clenched his fists as he walked, why did she have to stop at his door? The hospital wing was quite a walk from his room; he wished it closer so that he could get this over with.
A youthful soldier knocked urgently on a door painted with an orchard of flowers. His strict orders called for him to retrieve Colonel Une immediately. The door opened, letting out the scent of red roses into the hallway. Colonel Une came into the doorway and stared at him with cold eyes from behind silver rimmed glasses. Her hair had been pulled up in her conventional style – two braided buns on the back of her head tied with scarlet ribbons.
The soldier gulped loudly, "Colonel Treize has ordered for you to come to his presence."
Her features relaxed and even a trace of a smile was visible on her face. She nodded obediently, her eyes twinkling dreamily. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
The soldier backed away and saluted; He left abruptly. Une stood there staring aimlessly out into space wondering what Treize wanted. It didn't matter to her, though, if he called for her, she would come regardless of the reason.
When the doctor arrived at the scene, it only took him a few seconds to assess that she would need to be brought to the hospital promptly. Two medically trained men came and took her on a stretcher to the hospital. She remained unconscious throughout the whole ordeal, but her eyebrow knitted in pain and she winced now and then as though someone or something was torturing her. As the medical workers disappeared from his view, Zechs returned in his room, wanting to rest more than anything else.
She felt as if she were apricating* under the desert sun and at the same time, her lungs felt like she were caught under water and unable to come up for life-giving breath. Her head pulsated with inconceivable pain and her whole body somehow felt numb and sore at the same time. She opened her eyes halfway and saw through her blurred vision something the surroundings of a hospital room. If she had the energy, she would have let out a sigh of relief – she was still alive. The accursed flames were finally gone and she was safe once more. A doctor with light complexion walked in, tugging at his strawberry blond beard. He said something that sounded to her like absolute nonsense for she was still in a hazed state. A nurse walked in, pushing back bobbing brunette hair and smiling sadly. She carried in her hand a shot and she looked ready to administer it. Selene might have protested if she had been fully aware of everything, but at that moment she did not care at all. It was as if she were in another world watching everything that was going on. The doctor gently picked up her delicate arm and cleaned off a small area of her soft skin. Without being told to do so, the nurse stepped forth and administered the shot. The already present throbbing pain and heat of her body nullified the pain of the needle pricking her skin. The shot was over quickly and Selene relaxed a tad. Slowly, she felt her surroundings come more into focus and her ears caught sounds that actually made sense.
"You have quite a fever, Lieutenant," the doctor stated, "you had passed out and Colonel Zechs called me over to take you to the medical wing. That shot should help things become a little clearer, but you still need plenty of rest. I think it is safe to say that you won't be seeing any action for another week or so." His emerald eyes were calm, which assured Selene that her condition was not fatally serious. Things were clearer now as he had said, but she still felt delusional. She nodded weakly and closed her eyes not wishing to think about the fact that not only had she find an excuse not to fight tomorrow, but now, she wouldn't be able to do her spy work either.
* This word will most likely not be found in a conventional dictionary. For a definition, look in the Grandiloquent Dictionary link – http://www.islandnet.com/~egbird/dict/dict.htm
Author's note: This would be the end of the ninth chapter. I really hoped you enjoyed it and that you will review. Thanks for reading.
Author's Note: I've been lazy at updating this one, but I actually went back and re- did chapters 1 through 4. The others are ok, even though they aren't exactly the level of writing I've developed now. (Not that my writing now is good, it's just better in comparison to what it used to be when I wrote the first chapters.) Um, nothing much to say except that if you'd like me to email you when I update, send me an email at ladydemosthenes9@yahoo.com telling me so and I will.
The orders ran along these lines: Tomorrow Night, the gundam pilots would jointly attack at five different points on the base. This attack would drain the base of its soldiers on watch. While the OZ soldiers were tied up with the battle, Selene was to surreptitiously break into the computers, which on a normal basis would have been well guarded, and extract as much information as she could. Naturally, she would then send all the retrieved information to the gundam pilots to use to plan their next move. It was the espionage action she had yearned for, yet she knew it would be a difficult task. "I wonder how on earth I'm going to get away without Mask boy knowing?" she thought to herself. She tapped her foot impatiently at the fact that she wasn't able to immediately think of a solution. She supposed that she should just let it rest in the back of her mind and then the answer would come. Warily, she folded up the note and ripped it to pieces. She would have burned it except ever since her childhood experiences with fire; she had a phobia of it. She could stand to see it, but she would rather avoid it, unless, of course, it was a chilly night. The remnants of the note she threw out the window into a light zephyr. Selene glanced at the teddy bear; she was awfully lonely on the base and she saw no reason to waste a perfectly good stuffed animal, so she put the stuffing back in the toy and then hugged it to her chest. She resembled somewhat at the moment an abnormally tall child who had come across too many bumps in the road of life. There was nothing to do, and she was quite tired from waking up early, so she curled up on the soft couch with the teddy bear in her arms and fell fast asleep.
Zechs was back in his room again, baffled by his own actions. He knew perfectly well that there was no reason to cancel practice. "I just need some time to think," he reassured himself, "especially after that defeat." He was referring to the last time he had met up with a gundam; when his fleet of 50 soldiers had been butchered down to three. He paced back and forth from the comfortable couch to the window. Beams of sunlight were streaming in adding warmth to the atmosphere. "This isn't how it should be," he thought, "OZ can do better than this." He shook his head and took off the mask, freeing his face of the daily impediment. There was no one around to see him, so he figured it wouldn't matter. He ran his right hand over his face like a toddler lacking sleep. He then thought of the irksome girl who was causing him so much trouble. "I should just finish her off," he whispered, but he knew the only way that were possible were through fair means. That would be the only way his men would swallow her death despite the fact that most of them loathed her as well. He shook his head, "No, that's not what I really want. I don't want her to die; I just want her to go away."
Treize gently caressed a white rose; lately he sensed much anguish in Zechs Merquise. He didn't fancy his best fighter being so sullen and intimidated. He was well aware that the problem was the new female member of OZ, but he somehow felt reluctant to dispose of her, yet. After all, she was pretty good at fighting, maybe not the best, but well enough to keep her around. He brushed aside these thoughts and then thought of Une. "Perhaps if this girl associated with Lady a little more, she would fit in better," he thought, "and perhaps she will also start steering clear of Zechs." He smiled; yes, that would be his remedy to the problem. Without further ado, he had Une called to his office.
Selene awoke, her face drenched with sweat. Another nightmare. She shook her head and almost cried in weariness of the constant mental haunting. Putting the teddy bear down, she pulled herself to her feet and dizzily walked to door. Her mind felt like it was trapped in a dream and she felt herself sway precariously. She opened the door and threw herself in the hallway, hoping that a change of air would mitigate the situation. She took a deep breath and wiped her forehead. It did not help. With blurred eyesight she walked, hands pressed against the white wall in fear she would faint. Without realizing it, she stopped in front of Zechs's room, without a will to go any further. The mosaic on the door was unclear to her, and she could feel her head spinning faster and faster like a doomed Ferris wheel. Consciousness was fleeting and she felt as if the hall was ablaze. "No," she whispered as her mind conjured up a distant memory, making it reality. "I don't want to die," she muttered softly. "Not the fire again!" she screamed as she slumped down to the ground. Everything went black.
Zechs heard the desperate scream of a female in pain and a light thud. In confusion, he ran to open the door without putting his mask back on. He let out a small gasp; the Lieutenant was laying unconscious just a foot away with her black hair soaked in sweat. He turned back into his room and quickly put on his mask. Then, he paced back and stared for a moment, wondering what to do. She looked in dire need of a doctor, but it didn't seem right to just leave her lying there while he went. "Or maybe she deserves it," he thought. "No, a blow now when she's already down would not be honorable," his conscience reprimanded. He leaned down and picked her up before he changed his mind. The look on her pain-strewn face was pristine innocence, and it made him wonder about his earlier premonitions about her. He laid her down on the couch in his room and then stared. "What if she wakes up when I'm getting the doctor?" he asked himself, "No, she's out cold." He quickly sauntered out into the hall and strode towards the hospital wing. He clenched his fists as he walked, why did she have to stop at his door? The hospital wing was quite a walk from his room; he wished it closer so that he could get this over with.
A youthful soldier knocked urgently on a door painted with an orchard of flowers. His strict orders called for him to retrieve Colonel Une immediately. The door opened, letting out the scent of red roses into the hallway. Colonel Une came into the doorway and stared at him with cold eyes from behind silver rimmed glasses. Her hair had been pulled up in her conventional style – two braided buns on the back of her head tied with scarlet ribbons.
The soldier gulped loudly, "Colonel Treize has ordered for you to come to his presence."
Her features relaxed and even a trace of a smile was visible on her face. She nodded obediently, her eyes twinkling dreamily. "I'll be there as soon as I can."
The soldier backed away and saluted; He left abruptly. Une stood there staring aimlessly out into space wondering what Treize wanted. It didn't matter to her, though, if he called for her, she would come regardless of the reason.
When the doctor arrived at the scene, it only took him a few seconds to assess that she would need to be brought to the hospital promptly. Two medically trained men came and took her on a stretcher to the hospital. She remained unconscious throughout the whole ordeal, but her eyebrow knitted in pain and she winced now and then as though someone or something was torturing her. As the medical workers disappeared from his view, Zechs returned in his room, wanting to rest more than anything else.
She felt as if she were apricating* under the desert sun and at the same time, her lungs felt like she were caught under water and unable to come up for life-giving breath. Her head pulsated with inconceivable pain and her whole body somehow felt numb and sore at the same time. She opened her eyes halfway and saw through her blurred vision something the surroundings of a hospital room. If she had the energy, she would have let out a sigh of relief – she was still alive. The accursed flames were finally gone and she was safe once more. A doctor with light complexion walked in, tugging at his strawberry blond beard. He said something that sounded to her like absolute nonsense for she was still in a hazed state. A nurse walked in, pushing back bobbing brunette hair and smiling sadly. She carried in her hand a shot and she looked ready to administer it. Selene might have protested if she had been fully aware of everything, but at that moment she did not care at all. It was as if she were in another world watching everything that was going on. The doctor gently picked up her delicate arm and cleaned off a small area of her soft skin. Without being told to do so, the nurse stepped forth and administered the shot. The already present throbbing pain and heat of her body nullified the pain of the needle pricking her skin. The shot was over quickly and Selene relaxed a tad. Slowly, she felt her surroundings come more into focus and her ears caught sounds that actually made sense.
"You have quite a fever, Lieutenant," the doctor stated, "you had passed out and Colonel Zechs called me over to take you to the medical wing. That shot should help things become a little clearer, but you still need plenty of rest. I think it is safe to say that you won't be seeing any action for another week or so." His emerald eyes were calm, which assured Selene that her condition was not fatally serious. Things were clearer now as he had said, but she still felt delusional. She nodded weakly and closed her eyes not wishing to think about the fact that not only had she find an excuse not to fight tomorrow, but now, she wouldn't be able to do her spy work either.
* This word will most likely not be found in a conventional dictionary. For a definition, look in the Grandiloquent Dictionary link – http://www.islandnet.com/~egbird/dict/dict.htm
Author's note: This would be the end of the ninth chapter. I really hoped you enjoyed it and that you will review. Thanks for reading.