I don't own Gundam Wing, Cowboy Bebop, or Escaflowne. These are my interpretations of their characters. I don't want to make any money. Etc........
Note: This story takes place seven months after The Five Draconian Emperors and nearly two years after Escaflowne. If you haven't read the previous story, this one probably won't make very much sense. I highly suggest you read The Five Draconian Emperors before continuing.
Another note: both Spike, Vicious, and Julia are older in this story than in Cowboy Bebop by about seven or so years.

Earth.
August 3rd.
Tokyo, Japan.
"Hurry up, Hitomi," Akane urged, "you don't want to be late to school."
"Yes, mother," the seventeen-year-old girl replied, dashing to the small table and sitting down quickly. Though often she made her own breakfast, her mother had decided that the family needed to spend more time together and as a result insisted that they all sit down and eat breakfast as a family.
"Dad," her little brother whined as her father, who was just finishing his own meal before going off to work, changed the channel. Animated heroes fighting the forces of evil blurred and was quickly replaced by the day's news. Hitomi smiled to herself, remembering her own experiences with Van as the two of them had fought for Gaea's future. Though it had only been seven months ago when the other world had been at war, it seemed like a lifetime ago. Hitomi was a junior in high school now, much more grown up than when she had first traveled to the fantasy world and fallen in love. Still, she and Van were closer than ever before and she visited him as often as she could afford to get away.
"The war against the strange new drug nicknamed "red eye" for its obvious physical affects continues. The latest news, the Tokyo police have finally acquired a picture of the leader of the Red Dragon, the powerful crime syndicate rumored to be selling this dangerous stimulant." The news blared on and Hitomi found herself perking up at the phrase "Red Dragon." The name was similar to the Dragon Clan which was the group which had threatened to plunge Gaea into an all out war less than a year before. Though they had defeated the military force, it had been a close call and Van had been killed during the encounter. Only through her grandmother's pendant had Hitomi been able to save him.
Almost reflexively, the unusual teenage fingered the necklace around her neck. The pendant was a mirror image of her old one and had been a gift from her friend Quatre when she had left Gaea shortly after the war. It was a present she valued greatly and Hitomi carried it around with her wherever she went. The news continued, showing a somewhat blurry photo of the syndicate's head. It was a pale man with gray hair and slits for eyes. His face was lined and had a definite hard edge look to it. Behind him, Hitomi could see another, smaller figure in the background.
Wait a minute, Hitomi startled, suddenly recognizing the hunched outline and vague face. Was that Heero? Despite the low quality of the image, Hitomi was sure she was right. There was no doubt it about it, the person who was crouched behind the Red Dragon's ruler was definitely the former ruler of the Dragon Clan. Heero had nearly taken over Gaea before Van had stopped him. The last Hitomi had heard, the powerful youth had been in rehabilitation in Asturia, slowly recovering from years of abuse from his dead father.
And then the picture was gone, replaced by the smiling face of the reporter. "If you see this man please call the number flashing on the bottom of your screen as soon as you reach the nearest phone. Repeat, if you see this man please call the number flashing at the bottom of your screen as soon as you reach the nearest phone. Now on to the weather..."
Hitomi turned her attention away from the news, her mind dominated with unanswerable questions. Why wasn't Heero still in Asturia? How had he escaped? What was his connection to the "Red Dragon" crime syndicate? Who was the man in the photo in front of him? How had he gotten to earth?
Somehow Hitomi knew that the only way she could ever relieve her confusion would be to contact Van. Her sweetheart would know what was happening, she was sure of it. The Fanelian King always seemed to reassure her even if it was only with his presence. As Hitomi stood up, her mind in a whole other world, and waved goodbye to her mom her mind was full of uncertainty. There was one thing, however, she was confidant of. That something was horribly wrong.

Gaea.
Red, 2nd Moon.
Fanelia.
"Duo!" Van exclaimed happily, walking confidently over to the doorway in which the other boy was standing. The well dressed young man had just arrived unexpectedly from Asturia where he had made his home. Duo Maxwell had been one of the five emperors which led the Dragon Clan a year before hand. During the final battle, however, he was finally able to recognize the evil in Heero's ways and join up with the Gaea Coalition. Since then he had been living in Asturia, helping with the former High Lord overcome the trauma years of abuse had imposed on him.
"Hello, Van," Duo shook the teenage king's hand warmly. "It's been a few months since I last had a chance to visit Fanelia. How are you?"
"I am fine!" Van responded and, gesturing to one of the comfortable chairs which littered the welcoming room inside Fanelia's castle, added, "please have a seat."
The gracious ruler waited until his visitor sat down before doing so himself. After being king for two years and an even longer time of preparation, Van had turned into a fine king. Though his first year of reign had been one full of conflict, the Fanelian heir had quickly learned that there was more to being king than protecting ones kingdom; etiquette and diplomacy were equally important, if not more so. Van was willing to admit, if only to himself, that when he had first become a leader he had been a rash and headstrong boy. He had changed much, however, in the past few years and, as Allen had said when they had last seen each other, he "had always been a credit to his father in bravery and strength but was now equal to his mother in tact and finesse as well."
"So, Duo," Van addressed the other young man as he leaned forward in his chair facing the other boy, "what brings to you to Fanelia?"
To his surprise, the usually lighthearted young man glanced away from Van and avoided his gaze. Avoiding the question, he spoke, "I was lucky to be able to leave as soon as I did. Quatre and Trowa were already planning to return home after one of their diplomatic journeys and I decided to hitch a ride with them. I am sure they'll come up to greet you as soon as they take care of the horses. Quatre insisted on doing it himself but that's Quatre for you: always an animal lover."
"Duo," Van looked him in the eye and tried to read the other boy's expression. The brown haired boy with the long braids usually had a big grin plastered to his face but now looked serious and worried. "What is it? Did something happen that I need to know about?"
There was a long pause as the two boys locked eyes. Finally, Duo spoke, "It's Heero. He's gone."

Gaea.
Red, 3rd Moon.
Dragon Clan Headquarters
Wufei walked swiftly down the narrow platform, his cape billowing behind him. The leader of the Dragon Clan was dressed in his usual uniform: a long black cape with a crimson undershirt and dark gray pants. It was a dramatic, if not particularly practical, outfit and it served as an obvious reminder to the men who their leader was. Chang Wufei was seventeen now, taller and more built than the year before. The noble features which his house had always held in such high esteem had fully blossomed and he was now the cutting figure of a passionate young commander.
Wufei's shiny black boots clanked against the metal walkway as he continued his inspection of the Dragon Clan's Guymelef forces. Yes, they had done well in the last seven months, Wufei thought not for the first time that morning as he stopped to admire a powerful red Oreides. They had almost completely rebuilt since the Battle of Chatal and would soon be ready for a second attack. Additionally, his sources indicated that the Gaea Coalition army was in no position to get involved in a war. The time to strike was drawing closer.
The Draconian reached out a hand and tentatively touched the Guymelef's ruby, the source of its power. Smiling, he withdrew his hand and turned to finish his examination. Yes, they'd done well indeed. Not only was the Dragon Clan nearing full strength but its Guymelef technology was better than it ever had been in the past. Their brief alliance with Baslam had turned out worthwhile in the long run. The other nation had supplied them with new knowledge in the area of the designing of the mighty humanoid weapons. As a result they were able to upgrade many of their Guymelef designs; making them faster, stronger, and more deadly. A new suit which had been added to the Alseides line was the Ares.
The Ares was faster than either of its two predecessors while at the same time it also had better armor. It had all the same armaments as the Orseides and in addition had a large shield on its back. In addition to their Guymelef forces, a new weapon had been added to the Dragon Clan's arsenal. The specialized scientists loyal to the Draconian people had found that by adding just the right amount of dragon's eye ruby extract to the liquid metal used in Chlimea Claws, the substance could be made twice as explosive but without having to waste the entire ruby. Indeed, three crystals could provide enough firepower for an entire battle. This meant that while there would be a certain amount of risk to the user, the weapon could be used to launch balls of the new material which would explode on impact. Thus, a more effective long range implement of war had been found. Though far too dangerous to put on a Guymelef, the new tool had been put to use as a powerful back-line cannon which would terrorize any enemy who was foolish enough to charge their forces.
And so war was once again changed and new strategies and weapons would have to be created to compensate. There had been some who had been against the development of the powerful cannons, however. They claimed that the cannon was the first step on the way to an increasingly impersonal style of warfare. They believed that if enemies could effectively destroy each other without ever seeing their foes, then battle becomes meaningless. In truth, Wufei agreed with them in many respects; however, he believed that in some cases the ends justified the means. Once Gaea had been returned to its rightful owners, there would be no need for the destructive Dragon-Cannons. However, until then they would be necessary for the cause.
Unfortunately, a handful of his officers hadn't shared his justification and as a result a small group of rebels had formed. Calling themselves the Resistance, the separate faction had declared their independence and retreated into the forests surrounding the base. Joining with a group of primitives in the forest, they had since then completed several acts of terrorism: stealing and destroying several of the Dragon-Cannons as a show of their defiance. Lost in his thoughts, Wufei was startled by the faint sound of an explosion.
The platform which ran alongside the row of upright Guymelefs shook and Wufei reached out a gloved hand to steady himself. Gritting his teeth, the Draconian Emperor began to run towards the origin of the sound. Damn those rebels! Didn't they see that what they were doing was meaningless! They could destroy a handful of Dragon-Cannons but the clan would always build many more before they could strike again. What they were doing was futile! As Wufei grew closer, he could smell the noxious fumes of burning liquid and melted metal. Narrowing his eyes, Wufei drew his ornate sword and sped up his pace. Maybe if hurried he could catch some of the saboteurs before they had time to escape.
Rounding a corner, Wufei stood in full view of where the explosion had taken place. The majority of the scene was exactly as he had expected; several of the Dragon-Cannons had been completely destroyed. All that remained was a vague outline of the once majestic weapons, covered in gigantic flames which licked the ceiling of the tall hanger. What he hadn't expected was the woman who had reached the bend at the same time he had. The two people collided painfully and Wufei stumbled backwards, only his good sense of balance and larger size preventing him from falling over. The lithe dishwater blond was also knocked back but she too regained her equilibrium quickly. The two young adults stood still for a moment, surveying each other. The woman appeared to be in either her late teens or early twenties. She had long, light brown hair which tumbled onto her shoulders in two braids and continued half way down her back. Her eyes were an icy blue: determined and strong. The observation came unbidden to Wufei's mind. She was wearing a plain green outfit with the Resistance's insignia on the shoulder. "So they have uniforms now," the Emperor thought with some amusement.
"Give up," Wufei demanded, "You have been caught. There is no reason for you to fight."
To his surprise, the woman shook her head violently and disagreed, "You're wrong. As long as there is breath in my body and I know my cause is just there is reason to fight."
Wufei found himself startled by the strength and passion of the woman's words. He took a step back but then raised his blade. "Your words are strong but lets see if your actions can support them." Sally quickly reached down and drew a short sword from its sheath at her side.
Wufei quickly attacked, swinging his blade with all the skills he had acquired during years of training and experience. To his satisfaction his mind was quickly put at ease when he realized the young woman, while a fairly decent fighter, was no match for his abilities. Less than half a minute after the battle began, it was over and Wufei twisted the rebel's sword out of the woman's hand. The weapon fell from her grasp and hit the ground with a loud clang which echoed through the corridor.
"You see?" Wufei told her pointing the blade at her throat while at the same time kicking the weapon safely out of reach. "You and your Resistance are weak. The weak should not fight."
"I know we are weak," the Resistance member replied, "But our weakness will gain us sympathy and thus more strength. We will persevere."
Once again Wufei was surprised by her words and paused with the blade only a foot away from her throat. She had been defeated and was admitting her insuperiority but still continued to be brave and self-assured. "Why do you continue fighting when you know you cannot win?" Wufei asked, his voice coming out more desperate and inquisitive than he had intended.
The woman paused and seemed to see him for the first time. She looked him in the eye and slowly spoke, "I know I am fighting for what's right. I believe in my own justice, just as everybody else does the same. A strong heart with the will to fight for that justice attracts other hearts who wish for the same sense of righteousness. Though I know we cannot win, all I can do is continue believing in my sense of justice and hope that others will do the same. That is what makes my heart strong and that is why I know what I am doing is the right thing."
Wufei paused, the words and their meaning sinking in like a heavy weight. It was as if she were speaking to his soul and answering a more profound question which had been bothering him for quite some time. He found himself moved by her courage and felt a strong desire to hear more of her words. "What about you Wufei?" the woman broke the silence, "what do you believe in?"
The Emperor froze, the words hitting him like a brick wall. 'What do you believe in?' The question echoed in his mind and he found himself wondering. What did he believe in? Was it fate? Wufei had always believed that the Draconians would rise again. That destiny had selected them as rulers of Gaea. But lately he had begun to think that people created their own fate, their own destinies. 'What do you believe in?' To his shock, Wufei found that he had no answer.
Wufei realized that in his moment of self doubt and inattention, the woman could have escaped or even knocked him over. However, when his eyes refocused, he saw that she was still standing there, looking into his eyes with the same questioning look. Wufei lowered his weapon. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Sally Po," she replied quietly, "I am the leader of the Resistance." The name sounded familiar and Wufei wondered where he had last heard it. Then, suddenly, it came to him in a flash. Sally Po had been one of his best and most loyal officers before the Battle of Chatal. Afterwards he had lost track of her and assumed that she had died during the battle. Apparently, she had survived after all.
Wufei slowly lowered his blade. "Until I can answer your question, Sally Po, I cannot kill nor capture you in good conscience. When that time comes we will meet again and then I will stop you. Until then, go free."
To his surprise, Sally smiled at him. "It has been a pleasure seeing you again, Chang Wufei," she told him. Then she turned and ran down the platform in the direction Wufei had come. As abruptly as she had appeared, she was gone.
The Draconian Emperor slowly turned and made his way back to his quarters deep in thought. The whole affair had been like a dream but the memory of Sally Po remained. He would have to learn more about her. About her past, what had happened to her after the first war, and why she had left the Dragon Clan. Most importantly: why she had such a powerful effect on him. And then there was her question. "What do you believe in?" he could almost hear her voice speaking to him. He had been unable to answer and even now he wasn't sure. There was, Wufei thought to himself as he sat down heavily on his bunk, a lot to think about.