The End of a Mystery (GW)
By StarChild
My E-mail address is BobbyJo7@msn.com.
I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't own any of the characters nor do I own any rights concerning them, but I love the way they were created just enough to want to be able to do that, to make my words come alive in that way. I don't know who owns them but would like to make it clear that I'm not trying to take anything away from them but am simply trying to satisfy my own curiosity and fascination.
Before I begin, I would like to let you know that in this piece, Relena is not going to be the evil, stupid, ignorant, naïve, screechy person that she is in many fanfics I have read. And the reason is that I simply don't see her that way. I am sincerely sorry if this bothers you. She will not be the heroine in all of my fanfics; probably very few actually. Please don't send me any ugly E-mails concerning her. I get enough junk mail already. Also, if you do, I may respond and not kindly. Oh yes, and one other thing. This fanfic may have an inspiring or even somewhat sappy ending although not necessarily a happy one. I'm sorry about that too but as I say now and may again in the future, this is not real. And without any further ado, may I present, my second, and hopefully not last, fanfic.
Chapter One
"All Evil comes from the Earth. It is time that someone destroyed it." The raspy voice of Milliardo PeaceCraft, a.k.a. Zechs Marquise a.k.a. the Lightning Count sent a cold chill down the spines of all who heard him, a chill of both excitement and horror.
"You're right, Malliardo." Came the deceptively smooth and soothing voice of Dorothy. Her eyes were filled with an inexpressible joy and mischief but her smile was small and mysterious. The energy that filled her body from the tips of her white-blond hair to the soles of her feet was struggling to break free but she held it in check easily as she always did when she knew that war was about to break. She allowed her closed-mouth smile to spread just a little and then returned it to its mystery.
"Oh, but Milliardo, do you think we can? I mean, it would be such justice, to return to them what they've been giving us, the colonies, everyone. How?"
"The cannons on this ship. They should be enough. They can destroy Gundams and asteroids and colonies and with them we will destroy the earth."
"But Milliardo. They aren't big enough to blow up the earth." Her disappointment was barely evident in her voice. She had faith in Milliardo, just as she had faith in his sister, although she hadn't believed in Miss Relena's policy on pacifism. Yet, for all her faith in his abilities, it was apparent that he didn't quite know this ships limits yet.
"No. That's not what I mean." His voice was not impatient with her or demeaning, but reasoning. "We wont shoot the earth. The cannons aren't powerful enough for that. But if a colony hit it at the right speed." Here he trailed off, motioning with delicate movements of his hands what he meant. The light dawned and her joy was complete. It would work. He really was brilliant, not nearly so lost as she had thought he might be. And then she remembered something. Her joy dulled for a minute as she considered.
"Milliardo, what about the Gundam pilots and Treize? And what about Miss Relena?"
Milliardo's blue eyes met her own gray and he answered, showing his confidence in her.
"I'm not worried about them Dorothy. They are fighting for the colonies; the earth is not their concern and has certainly never done them any favors. However, if you feel different, I will certainly not stand in your way if you choose to take precautions." She shivered with excitement as she began making her way out of the room. Oh yes. I will certainly take precautions. It would be my pleasure. Her pupilless eyes flickered and then she was gone.
(Later that day.) Relena is in her ship out in space. She is searching for her brother, hoping only to see him again.
It had been a long time since they last met and much had happened since then and. There was also Heero. It was silly to hope for; to put any confidence in the thought would be to set oneself up for heartbreak. She had heard that he and the other Gundam pilots were out here, somewhere. She didn't know where and space was such a big place. She would satisfy herself with seeing her brother again and every night she would dream of her soldier.
She sighed and a passing crewmember looked at her with curiosity before continuing down the hall. Relena stood, gazing out of one of the many windows that circled the ship, watching the stars. He was a riddle. He was threatening and fighting and killing; everything she wasn't; everything that she fought against. And then he was also there to wipe away her tears, shielding her from pain and death, giving her strength to face the whole world, the whole universe. And she didn't know where he was, and she was just so tired of fighting without him. She sighed again and leaned against the window, drowning in memories. A dead father.
An annihilated plane.
A torn invitation...
A single dance...
The barrel of a gun...
One liquid blue eye.
"Miss Relena, please, we've just received a message from the White Fang, your brother's ship. Miss Relena!"
Relena opened her eyes to see the anxious figure of the former Lieutenant Noin. Immediately she knew something was wrong and it was her brother. What had happened?
"Noin. What's wrong? Is Milliardo okay?" Noin loved her brother. She knew that. She had heard a rumor once that they had eloped, in secret. Noin had neither confirmed nor denied this, but then, Relena was too discreet to ask.
"I'm not sure. He-" For a moment she seemed almost unable to speak and then, "He spoke, by satellite. He said he was going to-to destroy the earth and-Oh, Miss Relena, if his coordinates are correct, then we're directly in the way!"
Relena stared wide-eyed at the normally calm lieutenant, speechless. Destroy the earth? Milliardo must be out of his mind. How could he ever want to do that? There were innocents-billions of people would die! But they were in the way. Would he kill his sister? -His love? He must be out of his mind.
Then her mind began to work again, panicked like a small bird. She couldn't contain her thoughts; they struggled from one ridiculous plan to the next, and then it occurred to her. There was nothing she could do- except. "Heero!"
Noin stared at her, uncomprehending. What a perfect time for her leader to lose her senses. Heero? "Oh! Heero! The Gundam Pilots!" They weren't doomed. They could contact them-somehow-and then they could stop Milliardo. But then-"Miss Relena, if we were to contact the Gundam pilots, do you think we could persuade them to not kill Milliardo? I know it sounds selfish but I just." Her voice trailed off, she watched the young princess anxiously. Enough of this. She had no right to act this way. Relena needed help.
"Noin. I've decided. We'll contact Heero to tell them the situation but only after I've made some attempt to dissuade him of this. He is my brother and I have faith in him. I'm sure he'll listen to reason. He needs to understand that you can't kill innocents because of the actions of a few people. Somehow I'll get to the White Fang and I'll gain entrance."
"But, Miss Relena, what if he doesn't listen? What if they decide to attack anyway? Or hold you captive?"
"Oh, Noin. I'm sure they wouldn't do that, but then, I don't know my brother as well as I should. If they keep me." Here she became silent, thinking. "I'll leave. Now. If I don't return in twelve hours, then contact Heero. I'll give you a message. I know Treize is in the area and I don't want him reading private mail. I'll put a password on it."
With that she turned and began striding quickly and purposefully down the hall, towards the information room (I don't know what to call it. You know that room that they always have that has RADAR, computers, a communication system so that they always know who's attacking when, where, how, how many.)
(On the ship where the Gundam pilots, Sally Po, that one guy that does repairs, and a few anxious-from-being-around-death-glare-king-Heero-Yuy soldiers are staying. It is out in space, not a totally unreasonable distance away from the White Fang and Relena's ship. They are keeping an eye on Treize who's own ship is also not far from theirs.)
Heero gazed out the large window in his room quietly, glad to be away from Duo and Wufei. He and Trowa got along pretty well; both were silent, questioning without the use of words. And no one Heero had yet met could get angry at Quatre. Out of them all, Quatre was the warmest and kindest and also-he paused-also the most honest. He never said an unkind word and the only time Heero had ever seen him violent, was when he had been distraught, using the zero system in Heero's Gundam to attempt blowing up a colony. But then, the zero system had that effect on people when they were not in control, when they weren't careful, or too emotional to be rational.
It was so strange, this silence. It ebbed around him, had a pulse. He could feel it squeezing in on him from all sides. It had been so long since he had felt this stillness, the stillness of space. There was no sound anywhere and he could feel his ears just straining for something, anything. It had been a long time since he had come here, since he moved. He was beginning to hear a faint buzzing in his own head as his ears made up for what they could not find. But the stillness-was it really stillness? How could he feel such energy coming from everywhere when nothing moved or changed? If reality had stopped, how could he tell? Was all movement in his own brain? Was the only consciousness in the universe here? Or was he living in one thought? No. That wasn't right. He had thought of many things; of his time in training with Dr. J, of his meetings with all the pilots, how they'd started off so distrustful, and of a princess.
Ah, the princess. He couldn't understand it and almost-almost feared it, as he feared nothing in the universe. Mobile dolls he could handle, understand. Mobile suits he could shred. But her. he had given up long ago trying to figure out why he acted like such a fool around her, why he had saved her, why he had regretted hurting her so many times. He could never keep her, would never let her control his actions as he knew would happen if he allowed himself to care.
The stars were perfectly defined in the land of eternal night, their white-red-yellow-blue light made him think just as clearly as they. Perhaps when the war was over, if he wasn't dead or insane, he would watch her; keep track of her. It wasn't a big deal. She was a very substantial political figurehead and surely no peace could last long. He could be needed again and when that happened he would need to know what was going on in the universe. No-he was the Perfect Soldier. It was to be expected.
The door burst open as a braided boy rushed in. He didn't see Heero at first and after a quick and unthorough glance around the room, began shouting, "Heeeeeeeeerooooooooo! Dude! Where are you, man?! HEEEERRRRRROOOOOOOOOO! We have an important message from Rreeeeelllleeeeeeeeeeeennnaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
Heero slowly raised his head up to look at Duo. From his position beside the bed, on the floor, it didn't surprise him that the insane boy before him didn't see him. Wufei would have and Trowa would probably have known he was there before he opened the door.
At the moment when Duo opened his mouth to take a breath, Heero finally spoke, making Duo choke with his surprise.
"Stop shouting. I hear you."
"Oh my God. Heero. Don't do that to me ever again. I just don't know if I could handle it." Duo was gasping for air and as amusing as he almost thought it was, Heero decided to give him a cold stare instead of an apology.
"You shouldn't shout so much. You give me a headache. Now, what were you saying about a message?" His monotone was almost sleepy calm and his eyes were hooded. Duo sweatdropped.
He didn't add "from Relena." It went against his pride and instincts to admit even the slightest curiosity. Messages were important in his line of work; girls weren't, no matter how hard he tried to deceive himself of that fact.
"Oh. Yeah. The message." Duo rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. He'd forgotten all about the message, being far more concerned with how Heero had managed to scare the shit out of him again, just when he was beginning to think he'd gotten used to him.
"Relena sent a message-to you. She said it was urgent but that she wanted only you to answer it. So, we're all waiting for you to get to the message room to take it, and open it."
"Who cares what she wants? If it's so urgent, why didn't you just open it and wait for me?"
Duo sweatdropped again, looking sheepish and a little bit caught out.
"Well, uh. you see buddy. she locked it with a uhh.a password. None of us know what it is. She said you'd know." Duo's eyes were shut and his grin was pasted. Would Heero ask why they had tried to open a private message? He waited for the question, for any move on the part of the Perfect Soldier. And he waited. After about five minutes, he opened one eye. The room was empty. Heero had left without him. Turning, he ran out into the hall, seeing no one. He sighed. Why did he get stuck with all of the weird, mean, unsocial, unreasonable, psychotic, rude, paranoid, morose, bizarre. etc.
"Why didn't you call me immediately?" asked Heero as his fingers blurred on the keyboard.
"We did." Answered that one dude who fixes things (if any of you know his name, will you please tell me?) "Immediately after we realized we weren't going to figure out the password in this lifetime."
"Hnn" Heero wasn't even listening. He was eliminating possibility after possibility. He didn't know what the password was. With most problems, if he got fed up with it, he could always just take out his gun and BANG! It was gone. Computers however were another matter.
Gun.
And then it hit him. (Bang)
His fingers flew to the keys, spelling what he knew it would be.
O. M. A. E. (space) O. (space) K. O. R. U. S. O.
The screen paused, adjusting to this and then the message opened. The people who now crowded behind him cheered. They were curious to know what the message from the pacifist queen of the Sanq Kingdom said (and probably also wondering about her connection to Heero Yuy, Gundam pilot and killer extraordinaire)
The cheering died down. All watched the young pilot as he read the message. The other four pushed up behind him, nearly alarmed at the sudden silence.
He sat perfectly still, having already read the message. He read it again, just to make sure, just to be sure he'd read correctly. No. It was the same.
He stood, silently, staring still at the emotionless screen. Computers didn't lie. He turned, elbowing his way between Duo and Wufei and left, leaving them to read the message for themselves.
To Heero,
and whomever else it concerns
This morning I received a message from my brother, Milliardo, from his place on the ship, White Fang. He has threatened to blow up the Earth and destroy all that live on it. I have gone to stop him. If you are receiving this message, it means that I have been gone for twelve hours and my friends and allies have been unable to contact me. Heero-Gundam pilots-I want you to stop him, to help me. I know that you are the protectors of the colonies, but the people of both the colonies and the earth are the same and no innocents deserve to die.
Trustingly,
Queen Relena of the Sanq Kingdom
That is the end of my first chapter. I hope you like it and I sincerely hope you'll send me suggestions. That one dude, I don't know his name. Carl? I don't know. Forget it. If you know, please tell me. I hate referring to anyone on Gundam Wing as "that one dude who fixes things". I'm not sure if this is long or short, probably average. I hope you like it. It would be an absolute joy if you did. If you hate Relena, don't tell me about it. I don't care. Continue reading please, just as soon as I write the next chapter. Thanks a bunch.
Yours forever,
StarChild.
By StarChild
My E-mail address is BobbyJo7@msn.com.
I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't own any of the characters nor do I own any rights concerning them, but I love the way they were created just enough to want to be able to do that, to make my words come alive in that way. I don't know who owns them but would like to make it clear that I'm not trying to take anything away from them but am simply trying to satisfy my own curiosity and fascination.
Before I begin, I would like to let you know that in this piece, Relena is not going to be the evil, stupid, ignorant, naïve, screechy person that she is in many fanfics I have read. And the reason is that I simply don't see her that way. I am sincerely sorry if this bothers you. She will not be the heroine in all of my fanfics; probably very few actually. Please don't send me any ugly E-mails concerning her. I get enough junk mail already. Also, if you do, I may respond and not kindly. Oh yes, and one other thing. This fanfic may have an inspiring or even somewhat sappy ending although not necessarily a happy one. I'm sorry about that too but as I say now and may again in the future, this is not real. And without any further ado, may I present, my second, and hopefully not last, fanfic.
Chapter One
"All Evil comes from the Earth. It is time that someone destroyed it." The raspy voice of Milliardo PeaceCraft, a.k.a. Zechs Marquise a.k.a. the Lightning Count sent a cold chill down the spines of all who heard him, a chill of both excitement and horror.
"You're right, Malliardo." Came the deceptively smooth and soothing voice of Dorothy. Her eyes were filled with an inexpressible joy and mischief but her smile was small and mysterious. The energy that filled her body from the tips of her white-blond hair to the soles of her feet was struggling to break free but she held it in check easily as she always did when she knew that war was about to break. She allowed her closed-mouth smile to spread just a little and then returned it to its mystery.
"Oh, but Milliardo, do you think we can? I mean, it would be such justice, to return to them what they've been giving us, the colonies, everyone. How?"
"The cannons on this ship. They should be enough. They can destroy Gundams and asteroids and colonies and with them we will destroy the earth."
"But Milliardo. They aren't big enough to blow up the earth." Her disappointment was barely evident in her voice. She had faith in Milliardo, just as she had faith in his sister, although she hadn't believed in Miss Relena's policy on pacifism. Yet, for all her faith in his abilities, it was apparent that he didn't quite know this ships limits yet.
"No. That's not what I mean." His voice was not impatient with her or demeaning, but reasoning. "We wont shoot the earth. The cannons aren't powerful enough for that. But if a colony hit it at the right speed." Here he trailed off, motioning with delicate movements of his hands what he meant. The light dawned and her joy was complete. It would work. He really was brilliant, not nearly so lost as she had thought he might be. And then she remembered something. Her joy dulled for a minute as she considered.
"Milliardo, what about the Gundam pilots and Treize? And what about Miss Relena?"
Milliardo's blue eyes met her own gray and he answered, showing his confidence in her.
"I'm not worried about them Dorothy. They are fighting for the colonies; the earth is not their concern and has certainly never done them any favors. However, if you feel different, I will certainly not stand in your way if you choose to take precautions." She shivered with excitement as she began making her way out of the room. Oh yes. I will certainly take precautions. It would be my pleasure. Her pupilless eyes flickered and then she was gone.
(Later that day.) Relena is in her ship out in space. She is searching for her brother, hoping only to see him again.
It had been a long time since they last met and much had happened since then and. There was also Heero. It was silly to hope for; to put any confidence in the thought would be to set oneself up for heartbreak. She had heard that he and the other Gundam pilots were out here, somewhere. She didn't know where and space was such a big place. She would satisfy herself with seeing her brother again and every night she would dream of her soldier.
She sighed and a passing crewmember looked at her with curiosity before continuing down the hall. Relena stood, gazing out of one of the many windows that circled the ship, watching the stars. He was a riddle. He was threatening and fighting and killing; everything she wasn't; everything that she fought against. And then he was also there to wipe away her tears, shielding her from pain and death, giving her strength to face the whole world, the whole universe. And she didn't know where he was, and she was just so tired of fighting without him. She sighed again and leaned against the window, drowning in memories. A dead father.
An annihilated plane.
A torn invitation...
A single dance...
The barrel of a gun...
One liquid blue eye.
"Miss Relena, please, we've just received a message from the White Fang, your brother's ship. Miss Relena!"
Relena opened her eyes to see the anxious figure of the former Lieutenant Noin. Immediately she knew something was wrong and it was her brother. What had happened?
"Noin. What's wrong? Is Milliardo okay?" Noin loved her brother. She knew that. She had heard a rumor once that they had eloped, in secret. Noin had neither confirmed nor denied this, but then, Relena was too discreet to ask.
"I'm not sure. He-" For a moment she seemed almost unable to speak and then, "He spoke, by satellite. He said he was going to-to destroy the earth and-Oh, Miss Relena, if his coordinates are correct, then we're directly in the way!"
Relena stared wide-eyed at the normally calm lieutenant, speechless. Destroy the earth? Milliardo must be out of his mind. How could he ever want to do that? There were innocents-billions of people would die! But they were in the way. Would he kill his sister? -His love? He must be out of his mind.
Then her mind began to work again, panicked like a small bird. She couldn't contain her thoughts; they struggled from one ridiculous plan to the next, and then it occurred to her. There was nothing she could do- except. "Heero!"
Noin stared at her, uncomprehending. What a perfect time for her leader to lose her senses. Heero? "Oh! Heero! The Gundam Pilots!" They weren't doomed. They could contact them-somehow-and then they could stop Milliardo. But then-"Miss Relena, if we were to contact the Gundam pilots, do you think we could persuade them to not kill Milliardo? I know it sounds selfish but I just." Her voice trailed off, she watched the young princess anxiously. Enough of this. She had no right to act this way. Relena needed help.
"Noin. I've decided. We'll contact Heero to tell them the situation but only after I've made some attempt to dissuade him of this. He is my brother and I have faith in him. I'm sure he'll listen to reason. He needs to understand that you can't kill innocents because of the actions of a few people. Somehow I'll get to the White Fang and I'll gain entrance."
"But, Miss Relena, what if he doesn't listen? What if they decide to attack anyway? Or hold you captive?"
"Oh, Noin. I'm sure they wouldn't do that, but then, I don't know my brother as well as I should. If they keep me." Here she became silent, thinking. "I'll leave. Now. If I don't return in twelve hours, then contact Heero. I'll give you a message. I know Treize is in the area and I don't want him reading private mail. I'll put a password on it."
With that she turned and began striding quickly and purposefully down the hall, towards the information room (I don't know what to call it. You know that room that they always have that has RADAR, computers, a communication system so that they always know who's attacking when, where, how, how many.)
(On the ship where the Gundam pilots, Sally Po, that one guy that does repairs, and a few anxious-from-being-around-death-glare-king-Heero-Yuy soldiers are staying. It is out in space, not a totally unreasonable distance away from the White Fang and Relena's ship. They are keeping an eye on Treize who's own ship is also not far from theirs.)
Heero gazed out the large window in his room quietly, glad to be away from Duo and Wufei. He and Trowa got along pretty well; both were silent, questioning without the use of words. And no one Heero had yet met could get angry at Quatre. Out of them all, Quatre was the warmest and kindest and also-he paused-also the most honest. He never said an unkind word and the only time Heero had ever seen him violent, was when he had been distraught, using the zero system in Heero's Gundam to attempt blowing up a colony. But then, the zero system had that effect on people when they were not in control, when they weren't careful, or too emotional to be rational.
It was so strange, this silence. It ebbed around him, had a pulse. He could feel it squeezing in on him from all sides. It had been so long since he had felt this stillness, the stillness of space. There was no sound anywhere and he could feel his ears just straining for something, anything. It had been a long time since he had come here, since he moved. He was beginning to hear a faint buzzing in his own head as his ears made up for what they could not find. But the stillness-was it really stillness? How could he feel such energy coming from everywhere when nothing moved or changed? If reality had stopped, how could he tell? Was all movement in his own brain? Was the only consciousness in the universe here? Or was he living in one thought? No. That wasn't right. He had thought of many things; of his time in training with Dr. J, of his meetings with all the pilots, how they'd started off so distrustful, and of a princess.
Ah, the princess. He couldn't understand it and almost-almost feared it, as he feared nothing in the universe. Mobile dolls he could handle, understand. Mobile suits he could shred. But her. he had given up long ago trying to figure out why he acted like such a fool around her, why he had saved her, why he had regretted hurting her so many times. He could never keep her, would never let her control his actions as he knew would happen if he allowed himself to care.
The stars were perfectly defined in the land of eternal night, their white-red-yellow-blue light made him think just as clearly as they. Perhaps when the war was over, if he wasn't dead or insane, he would watch her; keep track of her. It wasn't a big deal. She was a very substantial political figurehead and surely no peace could last long. He could be needed again and when that happened he would need to know what was going on in the universe. No-he was the Perfect Soldier. It was to be expected.
The door burst open as a braided boy rushed in. He didn't see Heero at first and after a quick and unthorough glance around the room, began shouting, "Heeeeeeeeerooooooooo! Dude! Where are you, man?! HEEEERRRRRROOOOOOOOOO! We have an important message from Rreeeeelllleeeeeeeeeeeennnaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
Heero slowly raised his head up to look at Duo. From his position beside the bed, on the floor, it didn't surprise him that the insane boy before him didn't see him. Wufei would have and Trowa would probably have known he was there before he opened the door.
At the moment when Duo opened his mouth to take a breath, Heero finally spoke, making Duo choke with his surprise.
"Stop shouting. I hear you."
"Oh my God. Heero. Don't do that to me ever again. I just don't know if I could handle it." Duo was gasping for air and as amusing as he almost thought it was, Heero decided to give him a cold stare instead of an apology.
"You shouldn't shout so much. You give me a headache. Now, what were you saying about a message?" His monotone was almost sleepy calm and his eyes were hooded. Duo sweatdropped.
He didn't add "from Relena." It went against his pride and instincts to admit even the slightest curiosity. Messages were important in his line of work; girls weren't, no matter how hard he tried to deceive himself of that fact.
"Oh. Yeah. The message." Duo rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed. He'd forgotten all about the message, being far more concerned with how Heero had managed to scare the shit out of him again, just when he was beginning to think he'd gotten used to him.
"Relena sent a message-to you. She said it was urgent but that she wanted only you to answer it. So, we're all waiting for you to get to the message room to take it, and open it."
"Who cares what she wants? If it's so urgent, why didn't you just open it and wait for me?"
Duo sweatdropped again, looking sheepish and a little bit caught out.
"Well, uh. you see buddy. she locked it with a uhh.a password. None of us know what it is. She said you'd know." Duo's eyes were shut and his grin was pasted. Would Heero ask why they had tried to open a private message? He waited for the question, for any move on the part of the Perfect Soldier. And he waited. After about five minutes, he opened one eye. The room was empty. Heero had left without him. Turning, he ran out into the hall, seeing no one. He sighed. Why did he get stuck with all of the weird, mean, unsocial, unreasonable, psychotic, rude, paranoid, morose, bizarre. etc.
"Why didn't you call me immediately?" asked Heero as his fingers blurred on the keyboard.
"We did." Answered that one dude who fixes things (if any of you know his name, will you please tell me?) "Immediately after we realized we weren't going to figure out the password in this lifetime."
"Hnn" Heero wasn't even listening. He was eliminating possibility after possibility. He didn't know what the password was. With most problems, if he got fed up with it, he could always just take out his gun and BANG! It was gone. Computers however were another matter.
Gun.
And then it hit him. (Bang)
His fingers flew to the keys, spelling what he knew it would be.
O. M. A. E. (space) O. (space) K. O. R. U. S. O.
The screen paused, adjusting to this and then the message opened. The people who now crowded behind him cheered. They were curious to know what the message from the pacifist queen of the Sanq Kingdom said (and probably also wondering about her connection to Heero Yuy, Gundam pilot and killer extraordinaire)
The cheering died down. All watched the young pilot as he read the message. The other four pushed up behind him, nearly alarmed at the sudden silence.
He sat perfectly still, having already read the message. He read it again, just to make sure, just to be sure he'd read correctly. No. It was the same.
He stood, silently, staring still at the emotionless screen. Computers didn't lie. He turned, elbowing his way between Duo and Wufei and left, leaving them to read the message for themselves.
To Heero,
and whomever else it concerns
This morning I received a message from my brother, Milliardo, from his place on the ship, White Fang. He has threatened to blow up the Earth and destroy all that live on it. I have gone to stop him. If you are receiving this message, it means that I have been gone for twelve hours and my friends and allies have been unable to contact me. Heero-Gundam pilots-I want you to stop him, to help me. I know that you are the protectors of the colonies, but the people of both the colonies and the earth are the same and no innocents deserve to die.
Trustingly,
Queen Relena of the Sanq Kingdom
That is the end of my first chapter. I hope you like it and I sincerely hope you'll send me suggestions. That one dude, I don't know his name. Carl? I don't know. Forget it. If you know, please tell me. I hate referring to anyone on Gundam Wing as "that one dude who fixes things". I'm not sure if this is long or short, probably average. I hope you like it. It would be an absolute joy if you did. If you hate Relena, don't tell me about it. I don't care. Continue reading please, just as soon as I write the next chapter. Thanks a bunch.
Yours forever,
StarChild.