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Author's Notes: Well here's another chapter that Turles and I wiped up together, so enjoy.
Chapter 3: Hearts of the Darkness
Far away from the calming battle field and the mystery that lingered, a new one was about to begin. It was on Mars, within the Mars Senate building, in the private office of Senator Tatsuzou Sudou. This senator was a dictator to his senate, Napoleon, Hitler, Julius Caesar; none ever had a cruel of a heart as this man. He stood dressed in his black robe that reached the floor with a hood covering all of his face except for his nose and lips. Behind the darkness of his hood he had yellow piercing eyes like that of a movie vampire. He stood at the enormous windows that looked out at the iron soaked soil of Mars. The windows were only to the left of his desk that sat in perpetual darkness except for the small table lamp.
"Ghaleon." He called, his voice crackling and sinister
From the darkness around Senator Tatsuzou Sudou came one man. This was Ghaleon Bariaus, the Senators' underling and an ace mobile suit pilot. His face was pale as if he had spent most of his life in a dark hole. His long silver hair came all the way down to his shoulders, he had iced- blue eyes that could pierce into the hearts of men and he had a long black trench coat that almost covered his entire body. All in all Ghaleon looked like an almost insane version of Milliardo Peacecraft. He kneeled before the senator who still looked out at the landscape of Mars.
"Yes, master." Ghaleon grovelled
"Has the operation been successful?" The Senator asked
Ghaleon bowed his head lower allowing his long silver hair to touch the floor, "Yes, Master. The Enders have played right into our hands. It was just as you predicted, Kamui has come out into the open. The idea to use terrorists to our advantage was brilliant, my master, but what of the Preventers?"
"They are of no concern to us, let them do whatever pleases them. You know what to do now."
"Yes, my master." Ghaleon grovelled as he crawled back into the shadows of the senators' office.
The senator looked out over the landscape of Mars and smiled within the darkness of his hood, "It's all going according to plan." He said.
* * *
Meanwhile back at Colony L-1…
The Preventers have arrived Colony L-1 only to find a graveyard of destroyed Mobile Suits of what was once a Mobile Suit battle. The officers worked to secured the people from the tent, the paramedics attended the injures that the people had from the terrorists, and salvagers worked on gathering the destroyed Mobile Suit by stripping down the parts.
Trowa Barton was leaning against a tree as Heero and the others came toward him. Quatre R. Winner saw that his best friend was in deep thought and asked him a question.
"What are you thinking, Trowa?" He asked
"There was a battle here, The Dark Acolytes came, took me, Cathy, and everyone hostage. Then he came and wipe them out with his Gundam." Trowa explained
"A Gundam… What did it look like?" Duo asked
"Well it looked like Heero's Wing Zero Custom but it was in a different colour."
"What kind of colour." Heero asked narrowing his Prussian blue eyes at Trowa.
"It was all black." Trowa answered.
The other Gundams looked at each other in puzzlement wondering if such a suit even existed. The only suit that came close to that kind of description was Duo's DeathScythe Hell.
"You mean like my Gundam?" Duo asked
Trowa shook his head, "No, this one was completely black, from head to toe, no colour whatsoever, except for…." Trowa paused trying to remember the events that happened that day. All of it seemed so bizarre; it wasn't like any other mobile suit battle he had ever witnessed. It was like watching himself only it wasn't in the mirror.
Quatre could see the state of confusion in Trowa's uncovered eye, "What is it, Trowa?" He asked
"It was all black." Trowa repeated, "Except for its eyes. Red eyes."
"Red eyes?" Duo asked scratching his head, "There's no mobile suit known that has red optical eyes."
"Apparently," Heero stated, "Now there is."
"The real question is" Quatre added, "Who is the pilot, who he works for and what his objectives are."
Trowa looked beyond his Gundam friends to where the different groups of people where helping the victims of this latest crisis, the paramedics, salvagers, and officers. He came to a realisation, he knew that a new fight had begun, but this time it wasn't started by the Gundams, this one will be different.
"We're going to have to wait for him to come to us." Trowa whispered.
* * *
Far away from the former battleground and the Senators office, the Enders were meeting. The location of their meeting wasn't known to anyone else except those within the group. The place would always change after each meeting, this time it was in an abandoned mobile suit plant on the moon. It was in a remote region that no one cares to go to or know about. This was the place where Tuberov would make his army of mobile dolls.
The Enders had powered up the plant only to bring in oxygen, nitrogen, light and heat into the offices of this ancient place. It was already starting to show it's age with the rust covered catwalk and dust covered paths.
Who were the Enders? This was a small group of people who have but one mission in their entire existence, to bring down Senator Tatsuzou Sudou, the dictator of the Mars Senate. In other words, their sole mission is to free Mars from an unjust system. However, this wasn't any great army like the Alliance Military, Oz, or the Treize Faction. This group only consisted of a handful of people. One of these handfuls was Kamui, the pilot of the Gundam Gabriel, the very same man that rescued the citizens of Colony L-1 from those terrorists.
Inside one of the abandoned offices of this mobile suit plant, the Enders gathered together. In a small meeting room, square with one table, covered in dust and fallen over chairs under the harsh fluorescent light. With a marker board at the head of this room that lay adjacent to the door that creaked whenever it was opened.
Kamui Hyuga sat at the head of this table with his back facing the marker board. To his left was Faye Valentine along with her brother Vincent Valentine. The two sat in waiting for this meeting to start.
Across from this duo was Viola Nettie, who had changed her clothes a little bit, she wore tight fitting jeans, a plain shirt, a dark red jacket and black gloves. She looked out over the table with her blue eyes that contrasted against her red hair. But her blue eyes turned over to the dark Kamui, the only man she could ever smile at.
To Viola's left was Billy Lee Black, The Enders priest. Billy was a man 23 years old who could stand at 5 feet 10 inches. He had white pale hair that was cut shortly around the sides and back of his head, while the top part was long reaching to the tops of his ears. He sat back in his chair with his feet propped up on the table showing off his cowboy boots as well as his moon dust dirty jeans from the work he did in getting the power on in this mobile doll plant. He wore a long blue trench coat over his white dress shirt and green vest. Across his waist was his gun belt that held his old fashioned Sandalwood grip revolvers.
Finally, at the opposite end away from Kamui, was the groups leader and developer of the groups mobile suits; Dr. T. She was a beautiful woman as a scientist, she had green eyes, black hair and skin that reflected her Chinese heritage. She really was a rare woman indeed, someone of Chinese descent to have green eyes. It is as comparable as a green sky with blue clouds, almost none existent. She looked passed her thick framed glasses at her group, she didn't have a harmful demeanour this time. In fact she was proud of her group, if only her late husband Dr. J was here to see this.
"Good work, Kamui." She smiled,
"Hell yeah." Billy agreed, "Those terrorists pigs had no idea what hit them."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Kamui refuted.
Billy's face changed from being happy to being confused, "what do you mean, Kamui?"
"I mean that I think that someone else is behind it." His face grew angry, "Damn it! I wish I knew who it was so I could go and kick their ass!"
"Calm down, Kamui." Billy advised in his own spiritual way, "Evil begets evil. You know that."
Kamui calmed down a little bit after what Billy had advised. He knew that he couldn't allow himself to be consumed by hate like those bigots and terrorists. He wanted to embrace the light rather than be swallowed by the darkness.
"Billy's right." Dr. T agreed, "We need to find out who was pulling their strings."
Faye suddenly made a connection, "Do you think it could be our enemies in the Mars Senate?" She asked
"It's logical to assume that." Dr. T acknowledged as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "If that is the case, then why did they attack now?"
Kamui only shook his head in puzzlement, "It could be to lure us out into the open."
Dr. T only shrugged, "I don't know, all we can do now is stay calm."
Billy shrugged and used a small tag line, he smiled as he said in a very deep voice, "I pity the fool who can't stay calm."
He loved to use that line and voice just to laugh as well as to poke a little fun at Dr. T. Because the name reminded Billy of an old actor named "Mr. T", and one of Mr. T's famous lines was, "I pity the fool."
Dr. T did smile at Billy, but she did have a small annoyance at Billy for this, "For now." She stated, "We're going to have to keep ourselves in secret until the time we can strike again, agreed?"
"Agreed." The Enders stated in unison.
All was well among the Enders, except with Kamui, he couldn't help but remember. He was thinking back to when he came out of the Gundam Gabriel and spoke to Trowa Barton or Triton as he called him. He wondered if Trowa will alert Preventer about his visit, but he felt that Preventer could never find him, it would be like trying to chase a fox through a swamp. Still he couldn't put it to rest.
* * *
Later on Planet Mars…
Mars Mobile Army
6th Directional Forces, Energy Supply Base
On the remote felicity, Colonel Kylling was at the hanger bay where the technician robots brought their supplies and ammunition and worked feverishly on the Mobile Suits so the soldiers can use them to combat their enemies.
Colonel Kylling was staring at the sheets that contained the reports of the Peacekeepers mobile suit unit that were killed by the unknown Gundam which were handed to him by an officer. No that word isn't adequate, does not express the horror of the man's gaze. Rather he impaled the reports with the glare of his single eye. The other eye had been gouged out, or eaten out or something equally nasty, leaving a singularly repulsive scarred pit uncovered by a patch or glass eye.
Kylling stood as immobile as a lizard, looking very much like one in fact with his bald, scarred skull tightly covered in greenish skin. The eye glared, the gaping nostrils flared furrily, for hair missing from the head had apparently sunk into these shaggy caverns. Both of the protruding ears obviously had pieces bitten out of them. The crushed convolutions of the nose are best left unsaid. The man's jaw, however would have made a Neanderthal jealous. It was as prognathous as the bucket of power-shovel, sticking out so far forward that all the yellowed and jagged tombstone teeth projected up over his upper lip, a few actually nestling neatly in the furry comfort of his noise.
He left his base to his commanding officer because he had an important meeting to attend to with the Senator.
"Sir, something is approaching the facility at high speed at an altitude of thirty-five hundred feet."
The commanding officer looked down at his subordinate and the console he was manning.
"Have you identified the intruders?"
"I don't know." The soldier replied. "It's too small to be a shuttle or troop transport. It looks like it's just four Mobile Suits, but it's moving way too fast for an Artemis or even our new Leo Customs..."
A moment later, two missiles shot out from the sky and struck the command tower, obliterating it. Alarms began sounding as Leo Cannon Types, Leo Customs, Artemis, and Apollo suits were sent to defend the base against whoever or whatever was attacking it. When the smoke from the initial explosion cleared, the pilots of the Mars Mobile Army got their first and last glimpse of the 4 unknown Mobile Suits as they streaked down to deliver their own brand of destruction.
On the other side of the battlefield, from those 4 unknown mobile suits, they were simply acting on orders as Enders. The ones who were sent on this mission were Faye Valentine, Vincent Valentine, Viola Nettie, and Billy Lee Black.
Billy was piloting a suit that was called Heavygun. The suit was completely white except for a few red and black areas on it's feet, joints and cockpit door. This suit was one of the fastest and most manoeuvrable among this quartet. It held in one hand a large machine gun while on the other it held it's shield with the Enders symbol on it.
Next to Billy's Heavygun was Faye's, GM-Custom a red and white suit that had it's share of armaments but in this Gundams that were similar to Billy's Heavygun with it's machine gun but instead this one had no shield. Though there was a reason this one had no special abilities or weapons. It is simply a mass-production model that was stolen by the Enders.
Faye's brother, Vincent Valentine's mobile suit was the most bulky of them all. The GM Air Custom mobile suit was strictly designed to be both a ground and an air assault attack model. On it's back was it's flight wings, it almost looked like someone had ripped off the wings of an airplane and stuck it onto the back of this mobile suit. This suit showed it's blue and white colours contrasting against the red Martian sky and soil. Like the others it held a machine gun as well as a shield with the Enders symbol on it.
Last suit of all was Viola's, an old Serpent model left over from the Mariemea attack on Christmas Eve of A.C. 196. It was still in good condition, but this is what Viola wanted. She had a fascination with this suit above all else.
Billy opened the COM to the other suits in his squad, "You all know what to do. We take out the enemy mobile suits and knock out the base."
"Do we have to kill all those people?" Viola asked. This was one thing she couldn't' stand about being a pilot, killing people.
"He who live by the sword, die by the sword." Billy answered, "We must attack, so may God have mercy on us all. Attack!"
All four suits came down and attacked. The GM-Custom, Serpent and Heavygun dashed across the Martian soil to the enemy base who weren't even ready to face their enemy. Above them like an Angel of Death the GM Air Custom was flying with the wings as well as its powerful thrust backing it up. It came over the city with its machine gun pointing down; it was the first to fire on the base. The bullets came down like deadly hail. While away from the base, the GM-Custom, Serpent and Heavygun were launching their missiles. They launched their payload at the base watching the missiles fly out like bottle rockets that had gone astray.
It didn't take very much to destroy the base, the missiles had reacted with all those miniature nuclear reactors in the mobile suits as well as the flammable fuels they had on hand. It was like watching explosions in some kind of big climax scene in a paper-thin plot action movie.
Billy watched as the base was destroyed, he clasped his hands together, "Lord." He prayed, "Forgive us for what we've done. I hope you realise that we're fighting a greater evil than Lucifer and all his demons of hell."
"Bullshit." Vincent stated
"Excuse me, Vincent?" Billy asked
"You know just as I do that more people die because of religion. Whatever happened to thou shalt not kill? Personally I think it all depends on whose getting killed and who's doing the killing."
Billy sat back in his suit, "It is quite perplexing, we do not know where we draw the line of killing. A man is killed in the heat of passion he's a murderer, but if a man is killed in the heat of battle he's hailed as a hero. We may not agree where life begins whether it's at conception or birth, but we sure as hell know where it ends."
***
Meanwhile on Earth, Kamui was on his own mission from Dr. T. He was to go to the Sank Kingdom, or at least a part of the Sank Kingdom; the Sank Gabriella Institute. As a cover, Kamui was to enrol in this school and while there he was to search for a mobile suit plant that was supposedly shut down but has sprouted activity.
Kamui had on the uniform for this school. It was a suit in retrospect, he wore mostly white, white pants, shirt and vest. The only differences from all the white were the black coat he wore over it as well as the red tie that he had. He stood in the great classroom that felt more like a amphitheatre with the rows of desks going up and around in 180 degrees of his vision with only the doors to his left and his right. He saw all the students there, most of the students he saw in that room were women. Some of the women had hearts in their eyes when he entered the class room.
There was one particular woman who caught his attention. Kamui looked straight at her with his dark brown eyes. He saw this woman, she was blonde, bleach blonde, it reached down passed her shoulders down to the small of her back. Her clothes didn't matter since it was the same uniform as everyone else in this institute. The feature that caught Kamui's attention was her eyes, pale blue; a piercing blue crowned by forked eyebrows. Kamui watched as this woman reached up to brush away a lock of her very long blonde hair. It wasn't a physical attraction but rather repulsion when he looked into her eyes.
Kamui didn't want to know who this woman was because the very sight of her made him sick. He couldn't figure out why he was feeling that way when he looked at her but it was there. It was like a nagging notion tugging his mind and never letting go.
"Students." The teacher announced. The teachers' voice was the only thing that broke Kamui's concentration on that woman, "This is our new student, would you please introduce yourself."
That was Kamui's Cue.
He cleared his throat, "My name is Kamui Hyuga."
He didn't want to give anything else away, otherwise it would raise too much suspicion around him. Though Kamui himself had his suspicions about that blonde woman. Her eyes still resonated in his mind like a bad taste in his mouth.
"Kamui." The teacher called
Kamui snapped his attention quickly towards the teacher to hear her words. At that point he would listen to anything to keep his mind off that woman.
"You'll sit next to Dorothy Catalonia." The teacher instructed as she was pointing to a section of the desks.
The name Dorothy sounded sweet to Kamui's ears. It sounded wholesome and good. That was something that Kamui had missed for a very long time. He followed the direction of the teachers' finger towards the section of desks. Just then Kamui saw whom the teacher was pointing towards. It was that woman. The very same woman with those demonising eyes. The sickness inside Kamui rose from the pit of his stomach to the very core of his heart as if someone was squeezing it like a tennis ball.
"Don't show fear." Kamui thought, "Once you show fear, your enemies will know how to hurt you. Never show it, stay strong, Kamui Hyuga."
Kamui took in a deep breath and headed over to the seat that was at Dorothy's right hand side. As he sat down next to this woman he could feel a sort of evil presence sitting next to him. It was like watching the Exorcist from the closest seat to the screen, so close that the evil could be felt everywhere.
Kamui could feel his own heart beat against the sickness in his stomach. Yet he had to suppress it otherwise he would show weakness to this woman, a woman with a wholesome name yet with eyes like that of a demon.
"Class." The teacher began the lecture, "Today in philosophy we'll discuss the ethics of killing."
***
Kamui sat outside of the Sank Gabriella Institute under an old oak tree. The tree wasn't just old, it was ancient, it's trunk was over 10 feet around, it's roots came up from under the ground as if the tree itself was offering whoever came by a seat. But Kamui didn't take the seat, he sat in the place where the trunk meets the soil. He watched people go by from under the shade of this ancient oak tree.
He was thinking back to that discussion in the classroom, the argument that the demonising woman, Dorothy Catalonia made. He thought about how a girl with such an innocent name could have such war hobbies. He found out how much of a noble savage Dorothy was, he began to despise her. At least with the women in the Enders they didn't try to antagonise him purely just to piss him off, but Dorothy did.
"May I sit with you, Mr. Hyuga?" A very chilling voice called.
Kamui looked and found that same blonde woman, Dorothy Catalonia. He couldn't refuse her.
"Yes." He said
Dorothy sat on one of the high roots coming from the old oak tree.
"You don't seem to put up much of a fight." Dorothy commented to Kamui, "How do you expect people to listen to you unless you assert force."
Kamui used a cover; "Sometimes force isn't needed. You can get someone's attention by simply tapping on the shoulder. You don't need to hit them with a crowbar in order to get them to listen to you."
Dorothy brushed away a lock of her hair, "How simplistic, I guess you'll always be an amateur. Not only that, I think that killing people is necessary for the survival of man."
"Perhaps, but simply killing isn't enough." Kamui refuted, "People need a reason to kill. Whether it be in the name of survival, or simply the survival of a culture. However, all major religions of all human civilisations defy the idea of killing. Though the interesting thing to me is that even though religion expulses the idea of killing, there still are people who kill in the name of God. So, depending on who's getting killed and who's doing the killing, they hope that God will understand."
"That is simply not the case." Dorothy leaned closer to Kamui, "Man is always a fighting animal, and whoever wins after continuous fighting should rule. That is how nations are formed no matter which one you look at. The idea of peace makes me sick, it is simply a dream that can not be achieved."
"Man is a fighting animal." Kamui repeated, "But man has three brains. The primate brain which says Give peace a chance. Below that is the mammalian brain, which says, give peace a chance, but first let's kill the son of a bitch. Last of all we have the reptilian brain, which says, lets kill the son of a bitch, then go to the peace rally and get laid. Personally I don't' know which brain you're speaking through Dorothy."
"I know which brain you're speaking through, Gundam."
The fear snapped at Kamui's attention, he looked with surprised eyes at Dorothy. He couldn't take it anymore, with his highly trained skills he snapped to attention. He rose off the ground in one swift move and grabbed Dorothy by the throat, lifted her off the oak tree root and held her up against the tree trunk.
His eyes were blazing with the fires of whatever passion he held within him. He looked into Dorothy's eyes, which frightened him at one point, but now the tables were turned. This time he saw the fear in Dorothy's eyes. He looked at her and snarled very quietly so that no one could hear him.
"You say one word," Kamui threatened, "I'll kill you, Dorothy Catalonia."
To be continued…
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Author's Notes: Well here's another chapter that Turles and I wiped up together, so enjoy.
Chapter 3: Hearts of the Darkness
Far away from the calming battle field and the mystery that lingered, a new one was about to begin. It was on Mars, within the Mars Senate building, in the private office of Senator Tatsuzou Sudou. This senator was a dictator to his senate, Napoleon, Hitler, Julius Caesar; none ever had a cruel of a heart as this man. He stood dressed in his black robe that reached the floor with a hood covering all of his face except for his nose and lips. Behind the darkness of his hood he had yellow piercing eyes like that of a movie vampire. He stood at the enormous windows that looked out at the iron soaked soil of Mars. The windows were only to the left of his desk that sat in perpetual darkness except for the small table lamp.
"Ghaleon." He called, his voice crackling and sinister
From the darkness around Senator Tatsuzou Sudou came one man. This was Ghaleon Bariaus, the Senators' underling and an ace mobile suit pilot. His face was pale as if he had spent most of his life in a dark hole. His long silver hair came all the way down to his shoulders, he had iced- blue eyes that could pierce into the hearts of men and he had a long black trench coat that almost covered his entire body. All in all Ghaleon looked like an almost insane version of Milliardo Peacecraft. He kneeled before the senator who still looked out at the landscape of Mars.
"Yes, master." Ghaleon grovelled
"Has the operation been successful?" The Senator asked
Ghaleon bowed his head lower allowing his long silver hair to touch the floor, "Yes, Master. The Enders have played right into our hands. It was just as you predicted, Kamui has come out into the open. The idea to use terrorists to our advantage was brilliant, my master, but what of the Preventers?"
"They are of no concern to us, let them do whatever pleases them. You know what to do now."
"Yes, my master." Ghaleon grovelled as he crawled back into the shadows of the senators' office.
The senator looked out over the landscape of Mars and smiled within the darkness of his hood, "It's all going according to plan." He said.
* * *
Meanwhile back at Colony L-1…
The Preventers have arrived Colony L-1 only to find a graveyard of destroyed Mobile Suits of what was once a Mobile Suit battle. The officers worked to secured the people from the tent, the paramedics attended the injures that the people had from the terrorists, and salvagers worked on gathering the destroyed Mobile Suit by stripping down the parts.
Trowa Barton was leaning against a tree as Heero and the others came toward him. Quatre R. Winner saw that his best friend was in deep thought and asked him a question.
"What are you thinking, Trowa?" He asked
"There was a battle here, The Dark Acolytes came, took me, Cathy, and everyone hostage. Then he came and wipe them out with his Gundam." Trowa explained
"A Gundam… What did it look like?" Duo asked
"Well it looked like Heero's Wing Zero Custom but it was in a different colour."
"What kind of colour." Heero asked narrowing his Prussian blue eyes at Trowa.
"It was all black." Trowa answered.
The other Gundams looked at each other in puzzlement wondering if such a suit even existed. The only suit that came close to that kind of description was Duo's DeathScythe Hell.
"You mean like my Gundam?" Duo asked
Trowa shook his head, "No, this one was completely black, from head to toe, no colour whatsoever, except for…." Trowa paused trying to remember the events that happened that day. All of it seemed so bizarre; it wasn't like any other mobile suit battle he had ever witnessed. It was like watching himself only it wasn't in the mirror.
Quatre could see the state of confusion in Trowa's uncovered eye, "What is it, Trowa?" He asked
"It was all black." Trowa repeated, "Except for its eyes. Red eyes."
"Red eyes?" Duo asked scratching his head, "There's no mobile suit known that has red optical eyes."
"Apparently," Heero stated, "Now there is."
"The real question is" Quatre added, "Who is the pilot, who he works for and what his objectives are."
Trowa looked beyond his Gundam friends to where the different groups of people where helping the victims of this latest crisis, the paramedics, salvagers, and officers. He came to a realisation, he knew that a new fight had begun, but this time it wasn't started by the Gundams, this one will be different.
"We're going to have to wait for him to come to us." Trowa whispered.
* * *
Far away from the former battleground and the Senators office, the Enders were meeting. The location of their meeting wasn't known to anyone else except those within the group. The place would always change after each meeting, this time it was in an abandoned mobile suit plant on the moon. It was in a remote region that no one cares to go to or know about. This was the place where Tuberov would make his army of mobile dolls.
The Enders had powered up the plant only to bring in oxygen, nitrogen, light and heat into the offices of this ancient place. It was already starting to show it's age with the rust covered catwalk and dust covered paths.
Who were the Enders? This was a small group of people who have but one mission in their entire existence, to bring down Senator Tatsuzou Sudou, the dictator of the Mars Senate. In other words, their sole mission is to free Mars from an unjust system. However, this wasn't any great army like the Alliance Military, Oz, or the Treize Faction. This group only consisted of a handful of people. One of these handfuls was Kamui, the pilot of the Gundam Gabriel, the very same man that rescued the citizens of Colony L-1 from those terrorists.
Inside one of the abandoned offices of this mobile suit plant, the Enders gathered together. In a small meeting room, square with one table, covered in dust and fallen over chairs under the harsh fluorescent light. With a marker board at the head of this room that lay adjacent to the door that creaked whenever it was opened.
Kamui Hyuga sat at the head of this table with his back facing the marker board. To his left was Faye Valentine along with her brother Vincent Valentine. The two sat in waiting for this meeting to start.
Across from this duo was Viola Nettie, who had changed her clothes a little bit, she wore tight fitting jeans, a plain shirt, a dark red jacket and black gloves. She looked out over the table with her blue eyes that contrasted against her red hair. But her blue eyes turned over to the dark Kamui, the only man she could ever smile at.
To Viola's left was Billy Lee Black, The Enders priest. Billy was a man 23 years old who could stand at 5 feet 10 inches. He had white pale hair that was cut shortly around the sides and back of his head, while the top part was long reaching to the tops of his ears. He sat back in his chair with his feet propped up on the table showing off his cowboy boots as well as his moon dust dirty jeans from the work he did in getting the power on in this mobile doll plant. He wore a long blue trench coat over his white dress shirt and green vest. Across his waist was his gun belt that held his old fashioned Sandalwood grip revolvers.
Finally, at the opposite end away from Kamui, was the groups leader and developer of the groups mobile suits; Dr. T. She was a beautiful woman as a scientist, she had green eyes, black hair and skin that reflected her Chinese heritage. She really was a rare woman indeed, someone of Chinese descent to have green eyes. It is as comparable as a green sky with blue clouds, almost none existent. She looked passed her thick framed glasses at her group, she didn't have a harmful demeanour this time. In fact she was proud of her group, if only her late husband Dr. J was here to see this.
"Good work, Kamui." She smiled,
"Hell yeah." Billy agreed, "Those terrorists pigs had no idea what hit them."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Kamui refuted.
Billy's face changed from being happy to being confused, "what do you mean, Kamui?"
"I mean that I think that someone else is behind it." His face grew angry, "Damn it! I wish I knew who it was so I could go and kick their ass!"
"Calm down, Kamui." Billy advised in his own spiritual way, "Evil begets evil. You know that."
Kamui calmed down a little bit after what Billy had advised. He knew that he couldn't allow himself to be consumed by hate like those bigots and terrorists. He wanted to embrace the light rather than be swallowed by the darkness.
"Billy's right." Dr. T agreed, "We need to find out who was pulling their strings."
Faye suddenly made a connection, "Do you think it could be our enemies in the Mars Senate?" She asked
"It's logical to assume that." Dr. T acknowledged as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, "If that is the case, then why did they attack now?"
Kamui only shook his head in puzzlement, "It could be to lure us out into the open."
Dr. T only shrugged, "I don't know, all we can do now is stay calm."
Billy shrugged and used a small tag line, he smiled as he said in a very deep voice, "I pity the fool who can't stay calm."
He loved to use that line and voice just to laugh as well as to poke a little fun at Dr. T. Because the name reminded Billy of an old actor named "Mr. T", and one of Mr. T's famous lines was, "I pity the fool."
Dr. T did smile at Billy, but she did have a small annoyance at Billy for this, "For now." She stated, "We're going to have to keep ourselves in secret until the time we can strike again, agreed?"
"Agreed." The Enders stated in unison.
All was well among the Enders, except with Kamui, he couldn't help but remember. He was thinking back to when he came out of the Gundam Gabriel and spoke to Trowa Barton or Triton as he called him. He wondered if Trowa will alert Preventer about his visit, but he felt that Preventer could never find him, it would be like trying to chase a fox through a swamp. Still he couldn't put it to rest.
* * *
Later on Planet Mars…
Mars Mobile Army
6th Directional Forces, Energy Supply Base
On the remote felicity, Colonel Kylling was at the hanger bay where the technician robots brought their supplies and ammunition and worked feverishly on the Mobile Suits so the soldiers can use them to combat their enemies.
Colonel Kylling was staring at the sheets that contained the reports of the Peacekeepers mobile suit unit that were killed by the unknown Gundam which were handed to him by an officer. No that word isn't adequate, does not express the horror of the man's gaze. Rather he impaled the reports with the glare of his single eye. The other eye had been gouged out, or eaten out or something equally nasty, leaving a singularly repulsive scarred pit uncovered by a patch or glass eye.
Kylling stood as immobile as a lizard, looking very much like one in fact with his bald, scarred skull tightly covered in greenish skin. The eye glared, the gaping nostrils flared furrily, for hair missing from the head had apparently sunk into these shaggy caverns. Both of the protruding ears obviously had pieces bitten out of them. The crushed convolutions of the nose are best left unsaid. The man's jaw, however would have made a Neanderthal jealous. It was as prognathous as the bucket of power-shovel, sticking out so far forward that all the yellowed and jagged tombstone teeth projected up over his upper lip, a few actually nestling neatly in the furry comfort of his noise.
He left his base to his commanding officer because he had an important meeting to attend to with the Senator.
"Sir, something is approaching the facility at high speed at an altitude of thirty-five hundred feet."
The commanding officer looked down at his subordinate and the console he was manning.
"Have you identified the intruders?"
"I don't know." The soldier replied. "It's too small to be a shuttle or troop transport. It looks like it's just four Mobile Suits, but it's moving way too fast for an Artemis or even our new Leo Customs..."
A moment later, two missiles shot out from the sky and struck the command tower, obliterating it. Alarms began sounding as Leo Cannon Types, Leo Customs, Artemis, and Apollo suits were sent to defend the base against whoever or whatever was attacking it. When the smoke from the initial explosion cleared, the pilots of the Mars Mobile Army got their first and last glimpse of the 4 unknown Mobile Suits as they streaked down to deliver their own brand of destruction.
On the other side of the battlefield, from those 4 unknown mobile suits, they were simply acting on orders as Enders. The ones who were sent on this mission were Faye Valentine, Vincent Valentine, Viola Nettie, and Billy Lee Black.
Billy was piloting a suit that was called Heavygun. The suit was completely white except for a few red and black areas on it's feet, joints and cockpit door. This suit was one of the fastest and most manoeuvrable among this quartet. It held in one hand a large machine gun while on the other it held it's shield with the Enders symbol on it.
Next to Billy's Heavygun was Faye's, GM-Custom a red and white suit that had it's share of armaments but in this Gundams that were similar to Billy's Heavygun with it's machine gun but instead this one had no shield. Though there was a reason this one had no special abilities or weapons. It is simply a mass-production model that was stolen by the Enders.
Faye's brother, Vincent Valentine's mobile suit was the most bulky of them all. The GM Air Custom mobile suit was strictly designed to be both a ground and an air assault attack model. On it's back was it's flight wings, it almost looked like someone had ripped off the wings of an airplane and stuck it onto the back of this mobile suit. This suit showed it's blue and white colours contrasting against the red Martian sky and soil. Like the others it held a machine gun as well as a shield with the Enders symbol on it.
Last suit of all was Viola's, an old Serpent model left over from the Mariemea attack on Christmas Eve of A.C. 196. It was still in good condition, but this is what Viola wanted. She had a fascination with this suit above all else.
Billy opened the COM to the other suits in his squad, "You all know what to do. We take out the enemy mobile suits and knock out the base."
"Do we have to kill all those people?" Viola asked. This was one thing she couldn't' stand about being a pilot, killing people.
"He who live by the sword, die by the sword." Billy answered, "We must attack, so may God have mercy on us all. Attack!"
All four suits came down and attacked. The GM-Custom, Serpent and Heavygun dashed across the Martian soil to the enemy base who weren't even ready to face their enemy. Above them like an Angel of Death the GM Air Custom was flying with the wings as well as its powerful thrust backing it up. It came over the city with its machine gun pointing down; it was the first to fire on the base. The bullets came down like deadly hail. While away from the base, the GM-Custom, Serpent and Heavygun were launching their missiles. They launched their payload at the base watching the missiles fly out like bottle rockets that had gone astray.
It didn't take very much to destroy the base, the missiles had reacted with all those miniature nuclear reactors in the mobile suits as well as the flammable fuels they had on hand. It was like watching explosions in some kind of big climax scene in a paper-thin plot action movie.
Billy watched as the base was destroyed, he clasped his hands together, "Lord." He prayed, "Forgive us for what we've done. I hope you realise that we're fighting a greater evil than Lucifer and all his demons of hell."
"Bullshit." Vincent stated
"Excuse me, Vincent?" Billy asked
"You know just as I do that more people die because of religion. Whatever happened to thou shalt not kill? Personally I think it all depends on whose getting killed and who's doing the killing."
Billy sat back in his suit, "It is quite perplexing, we do not know where we draw the line of killing. A man is killed in the heat of passion he's a murderer, but if a man is killed in the heat of battle he's hailed as a hero. We may not agree where life begins whether it's at conception or birth, but we sure as hell know where it ends."
***
Meanwhile on Earth, Kamui was on his own mission from Dr. T. He was to go to the Sank Kingdom, or at least a part of the Sank Kingdom; the Sank Gabriella Institute. As a cover, Kamui was to enrol in this school and while there he was to search for a mobile suit plant that was supposedly shut down but has sprouted activity.
Kamui had on the uniform for this school. It was a suit in retrospect, he wore mostly white, white pants, shirt and vest. The only differences from all the white were the black coat he wore over it as well as the red tie that he had. He stood in the great classroom that felt more like a amphitheatre with the rows of desks going up and around in 180 degrees of his vision with only the doors to his left and his right. He saw all the students there, most of the students he saw in that room were women. Some of the women had hearts in their eyes when he entered the class room.
There was one particular woman who caught his attention. Kamui looked straight at her with his dark brown eyes. He saw this woman, she was blonde, bleach blonde, it reached down passed her shoulders down to the small of her back. Her clothes didn't matter since it was the same uniform as everyone else in this institute. The feature that caught Kamui's attention was her eyes, pale blue; a piercing blue crowned by forked eyebrows. Kamui watched as this woman reached up to brush away a lock of her very long blonde hair. It wasn't a physical attraction but rather repulsion when he looked into her eyes.
Kamui didn't want to know who this woman was because the very sight of her made him sick. He couldn't figure out why he was feeling that way when he looked at her but it was there. It was like a nagging notion tugging his mind and never letting go.
"Students." The teacher announced. The teachers' voice was the only thing that broke Kamui's concentration on that woman, "This is our new student, would you please introduce yourself."
That was Kamui's Cue.
He cleared his throat, "My name is Kamui Hyuga."
He didn't want to give anything else away, otherwise it would raise too much suspicion around him. Though Kamui himself had his suspicions about that blonde woman. Her eyes still resonated in his mind like a bad taste in his mouth.
"Kamui." The teacher called
Kamui snapped his attention quickly towards the teacher to hear her words. At that point he would listen to anything to keep his mind off that woman.
"You'll sit next to Dorothy Catalonia." The teacher instructed as she was pointing to a section of the desks.
The name Dorothy sounded sweet to Kamui's ears. It sounded wholesome and good. That was something that Kamui had missed for a very long time. He followed the direction of the teachers' finger towards the section of desks. Just then Kamui saw whom the teacher was pointing towards. It was that woman. The very same woman with those demonising eyes. The sickness inside Kamui rose from the pit of his stomach to the very core of his heart as if someone was squeezing it like a tennis ball.
"Don't show fear." Kamui thought, "Once you show fear, your enemies will know how to hurt you. Never show it, stay strong, Kamui Hyuga."
Kamui took in a deep breath and headed over to the seat that was at Dorothy's right hand side. As he sat down next to this woman he could feel a sort of evil presence sitting next to him. It was like watching the Exorcist from the closest seat to the screen, so close that the evil could be felt everywhere.
Kamui could feel his own heart beat against the sickness in his stomach. Yet he had to suppress it otherwise he would show weakness to this woman, a woman with a wholesome name yet with eyes like that of a demon.
"Class." The teacher began the lecture, "Today in philosophy we'll discuss the ethics of killing."
***
Kamui sat outside of the Sank Gabriella Institute under an old oak tree. The tree wasn't just old, it was ancient, it's trunk was over 10 feet around, it's roots came up from under the ground as if the tree itself was offering whoever came by a seat. But Kamui didn't take the seat, he sat in the place where the trunk meets the soil. He watched people go by from under the shade of this ancient oak tree.
He was thinking back to that discussion in the classroom, the argument that the demonising woman, Dorothy Catalonia made. He thought about how a girl with such an innocent name could have such war hobbies. He found out how much of a noble savage Dorothy was, he began to despise her. At least with the women in the Enders they didn't try to antagonise him purely just to piss him off, but Dorothy did.
"May I sit with you, Mr. Hyuga?" A very chilling voice called.
Kamui looked and found that same blonde woman, Dorothy Catalonia. He couldn't refuse her.
"Yes." He said
Dorothy sat on one of the high roots coming from the old oak tree.
"You don't seem to put up much of a fight." Dorothy commented to Kamui, "How do you expect people to listen to you unless you assert force."
Kamui used a cover; "Sometimes force isn't needed. You can get someone's attention by simply tapping on the shoulder. You don't need to hit them with a crowbar in order to get them to listen to you."
Dorothy brushed away a lock of her hair, "How simplistic, I guess you'll always be an amateur. Not only that, I think that killing people is necessary for the survival of man."
"Perhaps, but simply killing isn't enough." Kamui refuted, "People need a reason to kill. Whether it be in the name of survival, or simply the survival of a culture. However, all major religions of all human civilisations defy the idea of killing. Though the interesting thing to me is that even though religion expulses the idea of killing, there still are people who kill in the name of God. So, depending on who's getting killed and who's doing the killing, they hope that God will understand."
"That is simply not the case." Dorothy leaned closer to Kamui, "Man is always a fighting animal, and whoever wins after continuous fighting should rule. That is how nations are formed no matter which one you look at. The idea of peace makes me sick, it is simply a dream that can not be achieved."
"Man is a fighting animal." Kamui repeated, "But man has three brains. The primate brain which says Give peace a chance. Below that is the mammalian brain, which says, give peace a chance, but first let's kill the son of a bitch. Last of all we have the reptilian brain, which says, lets kill the son of a bitch, then go to the peace rally and get laid. Personally I don't' know which brain you're speaking through Dorothy."
"I know which brain you're speaking through, Gundam."
The fear snapped at Kamui's attention, he looked with surprised eyes at Dorothy. He couldn't take it anymore, with his highly trained skills he snapped to attention. He rose off the ground in one swift move and grabbed Dorothy by the throat, lifted her off the oak tree root and held her up against the tree trunk.
His eyes were blazing with the fires of whatever passion he held within him. He looked into Dorothy's eyes, which frightened him at one point, but now the tables were turned. This time he saw the fear in Dorothy's eyes. He looked at her and snarled very quietly so that no one could hear him.
"You say one word," Kamui threatened, "I'll kill you, Dorothy Catalonia."
To be continued…
