Nine bombs....
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The wintry wind of the Aleutian Islands swept through the desert white landscape. Winter had just begun to lighten and a meager fire was burning about fifty feet from the construction site.
Thirty-three. Thirty-three men in the further-most islands of Alaska working to rebuild an ancient research facility. At one point it had been a military base, then an educational center, now, again, it was to be a place to study the long forgotten area of the Earth.
"Hal, you think it's getting warmer?"
"Hmm?" Hal asked over the clatter and clank of the heavy machinery around them.
"The air, I thinks it's getting warmer out here...."
"Yeah Stan, I feel--" the men's unimportant, shallow conversation was cut off by a series of explosions, causing the surrounding construction zone to ignite in a ball of flames.
And for a few hours, there was a warmth throughout the arctic.
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....strategically placed.....
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A Shinto priest paced the area of the tombs, the tombs of the famous forty-seven ronin warriors who fought for their beloved master's honour. Still, over five hundred years since their massacre, they were revered and respected. Every day, three times a day, the priest would cover this area, making sure all was in order. It was, as always. Though, today a tension held in the air, and an uneasiness crept through him, sending a shiver down his spine.
The ground shook, throwing him to the floor. A fire roared to his far right and bits of wood and other shrapnel whizzed through the air, thoughtless of what lay in it's path, including the motionless priest.
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....simultaneously explode....
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The tall, well built, twenty-two year-old man stood banefully in the one of the Peacecraft Mansion's long, elaborate windows, scowling. Cautiously, his wife swam up behind him, putting her arms around his waist and resting her head on his back. If one were to watch closely, one might have seen the momentary softening of his eyes.
"I agree that none of this makes any sense," she said in absolute understanding.
"Hmmm..." was Zech's only reply as he place his right hand over hers.
Though, I'd say the timing was quite impeccable wouldn't you?" she asked him.
Zechs, who had spent a great deal of time changing since the Eve Wars, stood, thinking of what he and Lucrezia had planned upon their sudden return to the Earth. Finally, a real home, a place to reside, to be officially married (there were no priests on Mars), and a place to raise a family. All of this was to start right away--right away, and now, they were only to be delayed again. By what? By a group of terrorists that no one had previously even known to be terrorists. He hated every bit of it with a passion.
"Now," he growled, "Was the worst possible time the imbeciles could have chosen Noin." She gazed into his eyes, seeing the true meaning behind his mysterious words. The mirrored, blue, crystalline windows never lied, always far to revealing for the man's good.
"I was speaking," she said mischievously flattered, "Of our return to Earth. I do not believe that it is a coincidence that the first attack occurred on the day of our return......"
Zechs retreated to the window once again, leaving Noin to muse on his own. First attack.... he sighed to himself before knocking his love to the floor just before the many, large, long windows shattered and burrowed through her precious body.
Fire and smoke surrounded the two, who immediately turned back to the soldiers of their past with the coming of the unexpected destruction of thier temporary home.
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.....in three locations around the Earth.
Okay, so this was a really short chapter. Originally, I was going to just place this in the middle of the chapter, with some stuff before it, and more stuff with Zechs and Noin's current situation (have any of you figured it out yet?) and of course, some more with everyone else, with special emphasis on Relena and "the bad guys," but, of course, once I got this all finished up, I couldn't see ruining it by putting all that other stuff in there about the characters' demons and stupidity, so this is all right now. Though, now you do know what to expect in the next chapter! Yeah!!!!
Duo: Got to sleep!!
::Jupiter listens and goes to her bed, where she's needed to have been for the past two hours.
Duo: I guess I'll have to the disclaimer. She doesn't own Gundam Wing, me, or any of the other characters. She's just an obsessed fanatic, that someday, just might get homicidal on us and kill everyone saying that sci-fi, anime, and anti-utopia are crap...... Of course, I could be wrong, who knows?!
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The wintry wind of the Aleutian Islands swept through the desert white landscape. Winter had just begun to lighten and a meager fire was burning about fifty feet from the construction site.
Thirty-three. Thirty-three men in the further-most islands of Alaska working to rebuild an ancient research facility. At one point it had been a military base, then an educational center, now, again, it was to be a place to study the long forgotten area of the Earth.
"Hal, you think it's getting warmer?"
"Hmm?" Hal asked over the clatter and clank of the heavy machinery around them.
"The air, I thinks it's getting warmer out here...."
"Yeah Stan, I feel--" the men's unimportant, shallow conversation was cut off by a series of explosions, causing the surrounding construction zone to ignite in a ball of flames.
And for a few hours, there was a warmth throughout the arctic.
------------
....strategically placed.....
-----------
A Shinto priest paced the area of the tombs, the tombs of the famous forty-seven ronin warriors who fought for their beloved master's honour. Still, over five hundred years since their massacre, they were revered and respected. Every day, three times a day, the priest would cover this area, making sure all was in order. It was, as always. Though, today a tension held in the air, and an uneasiness crept through him, sending a shiver down his spine.
The ground shook, throwing him to the floor. A fire roared to his far right and bits of wood and other shrapnel whizzed through the air, thoughtless of what lay in it's path, including the motionless priest.
-------------
....simultaneously explode....
-------------
The tall, well built, twenty-two year-old man stood banefully in the one of the Peacecraft Mansion's long, elaborate windows, scowling. Cautiously, his wife swam up behind him, putting her arms around his waist and resting her head on his back. If one were to watch closely, one might have seen the momentary softening of his eyes.
"I agree that none of this makes any sense," she said in absolute understanding.
"Hmmm..." was Zech's only reply as he place his right hand over hers.
Though, I'd say the timing was quite impeccable wouldn't you?" she asked him.
Zechs, who had spent a great deal of time changing since the Eve Wars, stood, thinking of what he and Lucrezia had planned upon their sudden return to the Earth. Finally, a real home, a place to reside, to be officially married (there were no priests on Mars), and a place to raise a family. All of this was to start right away--right away, and now, they were only to be delayed again. By what? By a group of terrorists that no one had previously even known to be terrorists. He hated every bit of it with a passion.
"Now," he growled, "Was the worst possible time the imbeciles could have chosen Noin." She gazed into his eyes, seeing the true meaning behind his mysterious words. The mirrored, blue, crystalline windows never lied, always far to revealing for the man's good.
"I was speaking," she said mischievously flattered, "Of our return to Earth. I do not believe that it is a coincidence that the first attack occurred on the day of our return......"
Zechs retreated to the window once again, leaving Noin to muse on his own. First attack.... he sighed to himself before knocking his love to the floor just before the many, large, long windows shattered and burrowed through her precious body.
Fire and smoke surrounded the two, who immediately turned back to the soldiers of their past with the coming of the unexpected destruction of thier temporary home.
------------
.....in three locations around the Earth.
Okay, so this was a really short chapter. Originally, I was going to just place this in the middle of the chapter, with some stuff before it, and more stuff with Zechs and Noin's current situation (have any of you figured it out yet?) and of course, some more with everyone else, with special emphasis on Relena and "the bad guys," but, of course, once I got this all finished up, I couldn't see ruining it by putting all that other stuff in there about the characters' demons and stupidity, so this is all right now. Though, now you do know what to expect in the next chapter! Yeah!!!!
Duo: Got to sleep!!
::Jupiter listens and goes to her bed, where she's needed to have been for the past two hours.
Duo: I guess I'll have to the disclaimer. She doesn't own Gundam Wing, me, or any of the other characters. She's just an obsessed fanatic, that someday, just might get homicidal on us and kill everyone saying that sci-fi, anime, and anti-utopia are crap...... Of course, I could be wrong, who knows?!