Soldaten des Friedens, Part 1
 Soldiers of Peace
By: Trowa-kun

Thanks to Chibimora for letting me talk through my ideas with her and thanks to Angel-chan for helping me with code names...whether she knew she was doing it or not!

"Two pairs." The man smirked as he laid the cards down on the table. He eyed the two women and the other man across from him. The smirk on his face grew when one of the women and the man grumbled and tossed their cards down. He looked at the last person with the cards, "So what's it going to be?"

She eyed her cards then looked at him, then at the other two, then back at him, "You sure you weren't using your powers to cheat?"

He smirked, "You all would have known if I had." He leaned back in his chair, pulling his strawberry blonde pony tail around over his so he didn't tug on it or get it snagged on the chair again.

"True..." She laid her cards down face up, "Especially since I have a full house!"

Immediately his jaw dropped, "No way!"

The other two smirked, "Good work..." the other man commented.

Suddenly the lights flashed off, "I hate to disrupt your fun..." The light flipped back on and a tall man with hair graying around the edges walked slowly into the room with a slightly limp and leaning on a cane. He frowned slightly at the beer cans and cigarette butts scattered around the room.

"Uhh..." The young man with the pony tail sat up. "we'll clean it up right away!"

The man turned and looked at him, "Did I say anything about cleaning it up?"

"Uhh...no...but you were thinking it..." he smirked slightly.

The older man just scowled. He then looked at the other occupants of the room. His eyes landing on the blonde, shaking his head at the streaks in her hair, "Prism..."

She nodded and stood up walking over to the couch, the other three following her, knowing it was mission time, and sitting around nearby. The older man walked over and sat down next to her. Prism sat indian style on the couch and pulled the older man's hand into hers, holding it in her lap and closing her eyes while concentrating. The other three didn't watch the two, instead they focused on the floor in front of them. Suddenly an image of a hotel from around thirty to forty, possibly even fifty years ago appeared in the middle of the floor, turning slowly so they could see all sides.

The older man's voice spoke, "This was a hotel in Tokyo thirty-five years ago...I was four at the time..." The three watching nodded quietly, Prism continued to focus on displaying the image.

The image shifted inside of the hotel to what looked like a decent site suite. Inside several people were fighting each other. Of course, to most people it would look like several ill people looking on while two or three people actually fought, but to the Soldaten des Friedens, they knew that those 'ill' people were fighting as much, if not more than the others.

"Who are they?" the man with short cropped brown hair asked, his eyes keenly focused on the images before them.

"I know who they are, Hermes!" The other woman, the one who had just won the card game piped in. She pushed a lock of her long strawberry blonde hair back behind her ear and walked closer to the image, "That's the old teams...that's Mastermind right there...."

The old man interrupted, "Yes it is Artemis."

The man with the ponytail turned to the old man, "So, why are we concerned with events that occurred before we were even born?"

The image disappeared and Prism seemed visibly relieved, leaning back on the couch as the old man turned to face the others, "Someone is disrupting, or changing the timeline, and that is when they are doing it. If we don't...intervene...our time, as we know it...will disappear."

The four looked at him in shock, mixed with horror. "Does that mean...we could..." Hermes mumbled softly.

"Exactly...you all may never be born..." The old man stood. "I was already alive at that time, however..." He paused.

Prism sat up, "You could be killed?"

He nodded slightly, "Or worse...I could be used as part of destroying our future."

Artemis stood up and looked at Hermes, then Prism, and finally at the one with the ponytail, "Dagda..."

He nodded and stood, "We'll go back Scion, we'll stop whoever is doing this."

Scion looked at them. "Be careful...you could disrupt time...I've...protect you all from your aging...you are younger than you really should be..."

Dagda interrupted him, "And you are older than you should be!"

Scion looked at him, "Consequences of manipulating time."

Dagda frowned, then turned to the others, "Hermes...can you send Artemis, Prism and I, then come after us?"

Hermes thought for a moment, "I think that could work." He looked at Scion, "What do you think?"

Scion just nodded, "Gather your weapons...and change your dress..."

Prism looked down at her outfit, "What's wrong with it?"

Artemis looked at them, "They were wearing similar things to these!"

Scion sighed, not wanting to fight with them, "Fine fine..." The four hurried around the room, gathering items they thought the would need in the past, then returned to stand around Scion. Hermes, Prism and Scion stood around, "Send the twins first, Hermes...then you and Prism go after."

"Right..." The three concentrated for a moment, then suddenly Artemis and Dagda were gone in a brilliant flash of blue light.

Moments later, after a second flash of light, Scion was standing by himself in the middle of the room, staring up at the ceiling, "Take care of them..."