After Colony 195
April 09th
Paris, France
Europe
Relena stepped onto the crowded street, and pulled her plain hat lower over her hair. The long tresses were stuffed in the hat for the appearance of shortness, but she hurried along the same anyway. The rain poured out of the sky, drenching her form.
At the tender age of fifteen, Relena knew that she couldn't be caught in skintight wet clothing, so she hurried to her ritzy hotel.
The Hotel Esplanada was a prestigious place, it had taken the young lady a while to sneak in. Her computer file showed the room as used for the staff, but all Relena had to do was make sure no one discovered she was here. She hopped into the elevator, and pushed the number two button before starting to hum under her breath. She stepped out as an annoying ding split the quiet of the deserted hallway.
She swiped her card through the door, it helped to have a room next to the elevator.
Relena walked in cautiously, looking for intruders and enemies. Once she was satisfied with her safety, she took a quick shower, not that she needed it, and put on fresh clothing. The light pink shirt matched the loose cream skirt perfectly, but the hair hiding brown hat did not. She sighed. Why bother about clothing? It was just there to cover your body.
Relena stepped into her hallway once more, after cleaning the room and wiping off fingerprints from every surface she had touched. Then she stepped into the now-crowded elevator. She smiled demurely at the inhabitants, squeezed in, and gently pressed the number that would take her to the lobby. The other inhabitants ignored her, and they all stepped off on the floor with the meeting halls.
She smiled wickedly. These were those OZ officials she had been informed about. She went out the lobby, and called a rushing cab. The yellow car squealed to a stop, and the disgruntled owner peered at her from under the brim of his baseball hat.
"Where ya wanna go lady? Hurry up, I got others waitin'."
She opened the door, climbed in, and sat.
"To the Prime Minister's house. I have political dealings with him. It's on St. Augustine Street, and could you possibly hurry? As you said it yourself, I'm sure you have other customers waiting." She smiled primly at the middle-aged man, who only shrugged and sped off. As he veered the tight corner, the cab driver glanced back at his passenger and whistled appreciably.
"So why you all dressed up lady?" he asked, with a meaningful glance at her outfit.
"For regulations. We aren't allowed to wear jeans and tee shirts to these parties you know." She said curtly, acting as someone older than she would. They finally arrived at the pent house, which was packed with important and classy cars all the way down the street, which left no parking what so ever for the late girl. She said to drop her off here, and stepped out, handing the money to the cabby through the window. He grinned at the excessive amount of money in his hand and nodded to her once before speeding down the street to some other poor unfortunate somewhere.
The honey blonde walked resolutely towards the well kept penthouse and knocked on the door. A portly man opened it, and frowned inexplicably when she entered. He called to his employer that another guest was here, and Relena smiled beautifully, just enough to earn the man's trust, and to keep his curiosity lowered. She asked how the butler was, then talked about his wife and child. Then, the aquamarine-eyed girl noticed the ruler of France beckoning her to come over, and she politely excused herself from the butler.
As soon as she entered the crowded room, she could feel the men in the room staring at her statuesque form. She fended off an approaching young 'courtier' who asked her to have a drink with him, but Relena resolutely made her way to the Prime Minister.
The handsome man smiled at her when she finally reached him, and planted a smack on each side of her face.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle. What brings you to my humble abode?" he asked wryly, glancing around at his many possessions. She smiled back, and gasped his hand firmly.
"Come with me Monsieur." She led him to one of his many conference rooms. The man followed, guessing what was going to happen next. The girl pulled him along insistently and pushed him down into a chair. The young man began to smile evilly, despite his appearances, he wasn't altogether wonderful to helpless women. Although Relena wasn't 'helpless', she looked it sometimes.
The comely man held his hand, which Relena pushed away.
"Monsieur, is it true you are against the colonies in every way, and will never change your mind about those 'colonial psychopaths'?" she asked him, while running her smooth hand against the man's throat.
"Yes. I will never sympathize with those devils. My dear, did you know I am also the top supporter of OZ in France?" he asked proudly, willing her to like him. Her eyes shone with amazement and worship towards the gullible man, and he responded by nodding quickly.
"It's true. Come, my dear, why don't we retire for more, ah, suitable purposes."
Relena stood up eagerly, like a good little girl, but stopped cold when they were in the man's bedroom.
"Sorry, Monsieur, but I have no intention of being your next toy." She threw a gift at him, and raced out of the house, before grabbing the butler, and ducking as she counted in her mind.
'Three.Two.One..'
Where the butler had just worked, and where Relena had just been, an orange fireball exploded out of the French Prime Minister's house. The butler's eyes went glassy, Relena knew he had gone into shock, and propped him up, out of the way of the falling debris. Then she walked slowly away for a cab in the city of lights.
Relena sighed up in her hotel room and turned on her television. She unfastened her earrings, and placed them on the wooden table next to her bed. She sat on top of the covers and started doing her stretches.
She placed a call to her Doctor over the vid-phone, and waited, while listening to the dial tone. Finally she heard an automated voice say;
"Welcome to the Doctor Kieler's phone line. One moment, and the Doctor will be right with you." Relena heard the Doctor groan in exasperation, he obviously did not expect a call from her. Relena giggled while she did her crunches, when she stopped abruptly.
There on the phone was her Doctor, her mentor and her trainer. He did not look happy. His face was set in a scowl, and Relena knew that his displeasure was aimed at her. He tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder, and swiftly tied it into a casual ponytail to keep it behind her head. The Doctor grimly waited for her to finish then began his lecture.
"Why did you let the butler live?" he asked in a cold voice.
"Pagan is a good man. He used to be one of my friend's butler, so I thought she could owe me one."
"Which 'friend', dear Relena?"
"Well, to be honest, I don't exactly remember which one. I think it was Rebecca. No, maybe it was Harley. Sorry Doctor K, I can't remember who it was."
"Never mind that, I have another mission, and this time, there cannot be any witness'. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Alright. If you accept this mission, the coordinates and briefing will be sent to you via your Gundam. How is he?"
"A little storage sickness is all Doctor." She said impishly. The Doctor smiled, and turned away from the screen.
"Go over to your fax and look at these pictures I got for you. Apparently, my old comrades forgot about me, and sent their own Gundam boys out. Here they are. I'm not going to tell you to be careful, because you no if your not then I have to call your brother to come in and save his baby sister." He said mockingly to her.
Relena playfully swatted the screen while looking over the graphical images of the boys.
"So, these are my enemies, or my comrades? Does the Barton Foundation even know about me? And."she wrinkled her nose, "Why does one of them have a braid?"
"No and yes, they are your comrades because you share the same goal. Ultimately, you should team up, but considering how strong you and they are, I think the fight of the giants will have to wait. After all, we are talking about boys here, and we all have big egos."
"Thanks Doctor K, I really needed that. Am I dismissed? I would like to look over the Gundam boys once more." She asked, yawning tiredly.
"Yes. Get some sleep, and try not to kill anyone until your next assignment."
"Roger, over and out."
The Doctor's face vanished, leaving a blank screen for Relena to stare at. She sighed, lay down on the bed, and pulled out the pictures once more to read what Doctor K had on biographies.
In space, the Doctor Kieler sighed and kneaded his face with his hands.
'I'm sorry my comrades, but Relena must be prepared for your boys. She must not fail in her mission to save the colonies and Earth from utter destruction.' He thought to himself before sighing. He went to the kitchen for a snack. The elderly man looked about half his age, and was as spry as anyone could be at his age. Training with Relena had helped to produce more vigor in his movements. He fixed himself a sandwich before turning around at a sudden gust of wind. He dropped the plate in shock, and the glass shattered as an elegantly dressed man stepped in, sweeping his golden locks behind his ears. The dark midnight cape he wore was heavy and thick, the man's face was calm and serene, nothing suggested that something was wrong. But Doctor K knew better.
"What are you doing in my home, Trieze Khushranada? I believe you should leave, the sooner the better." The old man stated, trying to move past the gentleman in front of him.
"You will not be going anywhere Doctor Kieler. My superiors would like a word with you." The younger man said in a deep, soft voice. "Please come quietly. My men have orders to take you in unharmed, but it would not be pleasant for you."
"How did you find me?"
There was silence as Doctor K watched Trieze with consternation. Then he replied that he would come with Trieze to Romefeller. The graceful man smiled, and led the old man away from the base from which a Gundam pilot had been born.
Relena stepped onto the crowded street, and pulled her plain hat lower over her hair. The long tresses were stuffed in the hat for the appearance of shortness, but she hurried along the same anyway. The rain poured out of the sky, drenching her form.
At the tender age of fifteen, Relena knew that she couldn't be caught in skintight wet clothing, so she hurried to her ritzy hotel.
The Hotel Esplanada was a prestigious place, it had taken the young lady a while to sneak in. Her computer file showed the room as used for the staff, but all Relena had to do was make sure no one discovered she was here. She hopped into the elevator, and pushed the number two button before starting to hum under her breath. She stepped out as an annoying ding split the quiet of the deserted hallway.
She swiped her card through the door, it helped to have a room next to the elevator.
Relena walked in cautiously, looking for intruders and enemies. Once she was satisfied with her safety, she took a quick shower, not that she needed it, and put on fresh clothing. The light pink shirt matched the loose cream skirt perfectly, but the hair hiding brown hat did not. She sighed. Why bother about clothing? It was just there to cover your body.
Relena stepped into her hallway once more, after cleaning the room and wiping off fingerprints from every surface she had touched. Then she stepped into the now-crowded elevator. She smiled demurely at the inhabitants, squeezed in, and gently pressed the number that would take her to the lobby. The other inhabitants ignored her, and they all stepped off on the floor with the meeting halls.
She smiled wickedly. These were those OZ officials she had been informed about. She went out the lobby, and called a rushing cab. The yellow car squealed to a stop, and the disgruntled owner peered at her from under the brim of his baseball hat.
"Where ya wanna go lady? Hurry up, I got others waitin'."
She opened the door, climbed in, and sat.
"To the Prime Minister's house. I have political dealings with him. It's on St. Augustine Street, and could you possibly hurry? As you said it yourself, I'm sure you have other customers waiting." She smiled primly at the middle-aged man, who only shrugged and sped off. As he veered the tight corner, the cab driver glanced back at his passenger and whistled appreciably.
"So why you all dressed up lady?" he asked, with a meaningful glance at her outfit.
"For regulations. We aren't allowed to wear jeans and tee shirts to these parties you know." She said curtly, acting as someone older than she would. They finally arrived at the pent house, which was packed with important and classy cars all the way down the street, which left no parking what so ever for the late girl. She said to drop her off here, and stepped out, handing the money to the cabby through the window. He grinned at the excessive amount of money in his hand and nodded to her once before speeding down the street to some other poor unfortunate somewhere.
The honey blonde walked resolutely towards the well kept penthouse and knocked on the door. A portly man opened it, and frowned inexplicably when she entered. He called to his employer that another guest was here, and Relena smiled beautifully, just enough to earn the man's trust, and to keep his curiosity lowered. She asked how the butler was, then talked about his wife and child. Then, the aquamarine-eyed girl noticed the ruler of France beckoning her to come over, and she politely excused herself from the butler.
As soon as she entered the crowded room, she could feel the men in the room staring at her statuesque form. She fended off an approaching young 'courtier' who asked her to have a drink with him, but Relena resolutely made her way to the Prime Minister.
The handsome man smiled at her when she finally reached him, and planted a smack on each side of her face.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle. What brings you to my humble abode?" he asked wryly, glancing around at his many possessions. She smiled back, and gasped his hand firmly.
"Come with me Monsieur." She led him to one of his many conference rooms. The man followed, guessing what was going to happen next. The girl pulled him along insistently and pushed him down into a chair. The young man began to smile evilly, despite his appearances, he wasn't altogether wonderful to helpless women. Although Relena wasn't 'helpless', she looked it sometimes.
The comely man held his hand, which Relena pushed away.
"Monsieur, is it true you are against the colonies in every way, and will never change your mind about those 'colonial psychopaths'?" she asked him, while running her smooth hand against the man's throat.
"Yes. I will never sympathize with those devils. My dear, did you know I am also the top supporter of OZ in France?" he asked proudly, willing her to like him. Her eyes shone with amazement and worship towards the gullible man, and he responded by nodding quickly.
"It's true. Come, my dear, why don't we retire for more, ah, suitable purposes."
Relena stood up eagerly, like a good little girl, but stopped cold when they were in the man's bedroom.
"Sorry, Monsieur, but I have no intention of being your next toy." She threw a gift at him, and raced out of the house, before grabbing the butler, and ducking as she counted in her mind.
'Three.Two.One..'
Where the butler had just worked, and where Relena had just been, an orange fireball exploded out of the French Prime Minister's house. The butler's eyes went glassy, Relena knew he had gone into shock, and propped him up, out of the way of the falling debris. Then she walked slowly away for a cab in the city of lights.
Relena sighed up in her hotel room and turned on her television. She unfastened her earrings, and placed them on the wooden table next to her bed. She sat on top of the covers and started doing her stretches.
She placed a call to her Doctor over the vid-phone, and waited, while listening to the dial tone. Finally she heard an automated voice say;
"Welcome to the Doctor Kieler's phone line. One moment, and the Doctor will be right with you." Relena heard the Doctor groan in exasperation, he obviously did not expect a call from her. Relena giggled while she did her crunches, when she stopped abruptly.
There on the phone was her Doctor, her mentor and her trainer. He did not look happy. His face was set in a scowl, and Relena knew that his displeasure was aimed at her. He tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder, and swiftly tied it into a casual ponytail to keep it behind her head. The Doctor grimly waited for her to finish then began his lecture.
"Why did you let the butler live?" he asked in a cold voice.
"Pagan is a good man. He used to be one of my friend's butler, so I thought she could owe me one."
"Which 'friend', dear Relena?"
"Well, to be honest, I don't exactly remember which one. I think it was Rebecca. No, maybe it was Harley. Sorry Doctor K, I can't remember who it was."
"Never mind that, I have another mission, and this time, there cannot be any witness'. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Alright. If you accept this mission, the coordinates and briefing will be sent to you via your Gundam. How is he?"
"A little storage sickness is all Doctor." She said impishly. The Doctor smiled, and turned away from the screen.
"Go over to your fax and look at these pictures I got for you. Apparently, my old comrades forgot about me, and sent their own Gundam boys out. Here they are. I'm not going to tell you to be careful, because you no if your not then I have to call your brother to come in and save his baby sister." He said mockingly to her.
Relena playfully swatted the screen while looking over the graphical images of the boys.
"So, these are my enemies, or my comrades? Does the Barton Foundation even know about me? And."she wrinkled her nose, "Why does one of them have a braid?"
"No and yes, they are your comrades because you share the same goal. Ultimately, you should team up, but considering how strong you and they are, I think the fight of the giants will have to wait. After all, we are talking about boys here, and we all have big egos."
"Thanks Doctor K, I really needed that. Am I dismissed? I would like to look over the Gundam boys once more." She asked, yawning tiredly.
"Yes. Get some sleep, and try not to kill anyone until your next assignment."
"Roger, over and out."
The Doctor's face vanished, leaving a blank screen for Relena to stare at. She sighed, lay down on the bed, and pulled out the pictures once more to read what Doctor K had on biographies.
In space, the Doctor Kieler sighed and kneaded his face with his hands.
'I'm sorry my comrades, but Relena must be prepared for your boys. She must not fail in her mission to save the colonies and Earth from utter destruction.' He thought to himself before sighing. He went to the kitchen for a snack. The elderly man looked about half his age, and was as spry as anyone could be at his age. Training with Relena had helped to produce more vigor in his movements. He fixed himself a sandwich before turning around at a sudden gust of wind. He dropped the plate in shock, and the glass shattered as an elegantly dressed man stepped in, sweeping his golden locks behind his ears. The dark midnight cape he wore was heavy and thick, the man's face was calm and serene, nothing suggested that something was wrong. But Doctor K knew better.
"What are you doing in my home, Trieze Khushranada? I believe you should leave, the sooner the better." The old man stated, trying to move past the gentleman in front of him.
"You will not be going anywhere Doctor Kieler. My superiors would like a word with you." The younger man said in a deep, soft voice. "Please come quietly. My men have orders to take you in unharmed, but it would not be pleasant for you."
"How did you find me?"
There was silence as Doctor K watched Trieze with consternation. Then he replied that he would come with Trieze to Romefeller. The graceful man smiled, and led the old man away from the base from which a Gundam pilot had been born.