After arriving at the mall, Relena was already regretting stepping foot out
of her hotel. She did not need the attentions of testosterone filled men.
She sighed slightly, then walked into a computer store, hoping to elude
some of her admirers. She glanced, bored, at the cover of a magazine and a
newspaper before strolling to the back, where an open door caught her eye.
A man rushed out with a heavy stack of new newspapers in his hand. Relena
knew it was heavy because the man accidentally fell over her and dropped
the stack on her fallen frame. She gritted her teeth in angry annoyance
before seeing the cover page of the paper. Reeling in huge letters was the
condemning words;
GUNDANIUM SCIENTIST FOUND ON COLONY A028876!
Relena backed away from the helping hand offered to her from the floor, instead glancing with cool, calculating blue eyes into violet depths. Twin orbs looked at her concernedly, before Relena's eyes widened in barely suppressed shock. Before Relena stood the pilot 02, Duo Maxwell in the flesh. Duo stared at her with consternation before starting to pick up the papers. With a grunt, he settled the news on one shoulder and offered a hand to Relena. Warily, she took it, and dusted off her jeans as she stood up. He smiled at her, and started to speak.
"Hi! Sorry I bumped you there, I couldn't see over the newspaper," he said, running a hand through his long locks, "And what a newspaper! What a nutty coot, huh? Think he's a real scientist?"
Relena looked at him with bright eyes and ignored her racing pulse. "I don't know. What is Gundanium? Isn't that some new computer made in the colonies?" she asked demurely.
Duo looked at her weirdly before answering her question. "No, I thought it was a new metal alloy made from an asteroid nucleus and a titanium proton combined." (I have no idea what I'm talking about! Ignore Duo's science babble)
"Oh, Well, I wouldn't know. I'm a girl. Oh! I haven't introduced myself have I? I can't believe I was so rude, Mother would never forgive me!" She offered her hand. They shook. "My name is Lena Carter. It's a great pleasure. And you are?" she wavered off, waiting for a reply.
"My friends call me Duo, Duo Maxwell. I may run, and I my hide, but I never tell a lie!" he proclaimed proudly. His hair spiraled to the floor in its chestnut wave.
"It was nice meeting you Duo," Relena said as she walked out the door, "I hope we meet again!"
'Not.' She thought, thinking of the consequences of their meeting. Then she remembered the paper and went to a corner shop to buy one. She bought one of the last copies and hurried over to a fountain, filled with gigantic fish before reading. As she scanned over the paper, this is what she read;
On the unfinished colony A028876, officer Trieze Khushranada discovered middle aged Dr. Kieler, believed to be a missing Gundanium scientist. Scraps of Gundanium were found at the scene, while soldiers poured over encrypted messages and codes. It appeared to the police that there was a possible pilot living there, but the chief of the police in that area speculated that the suspect had left some time ago. Dr. Kieler has no known past, and is currently being detained and questioned by the Romafellar Foundation.
The article continued over lengthy and needless ramblings before Relena noticed a pair of eyes on her figure.
The man had black hair, short and unkempt, with staring bottomless pits for eyes. He wore a starched white tee shirt, and people stayed away from his swaggering figure. It said MONEY all over it.
He waltzed up to her and placed a hand around her waist. "Hey baby, wanna go for a ride in my new toy? It's a red, spicy one, and I'm sure you'd love it." He put an emphasis on 'love'. She giggled like a schoolgirl and stood up with him, before he promptly sat down again, breathing hard.
"If you ever come near me again, I will call the police." She hissed through her pressed lips. She had hit him where it hurts, and hard. Then she turned, seeing Duo come running up to her. She shied away, she didn't want anything to do with these other pilots.
"Are you alright?" he panted, out of breath.
"Of course!" she smiled brightly, then turned to walk away. "Bye Duo!"
He waved to her rapidly disappearing form before heading back to the back room of the computer store and sending his friend an e-mail via laptop.
Dear W, Things have gotten out of hand. Expected mission will be 8.76 chance survival, unknown forces showing hands. Poker face should be kept up, and Cards should be dealt with. D.
He paused, then sent his mouse and clicked;
Send.
All Standard Disclaimers apply, I am making no profit from this story.
GUNDANIUM SCIENTIST FOUND ON COLONY A028876!
Relena backed away from the helping hand offered to her from the floor, instead glancing with cool, calculating blue eyes into violet depths. Twin orbs looked at her concernedly, before Relena's eyes widened in barely suppressed shock. Before Relena stood the pilot 02, Duo Maxwell in the flesh. Duo stared at her with consternation before starting to pick up the papers. With a grunt, he settled the news on one shoulder and offered a hand to Relena. Warily, she took it, and dusted off her jeans as she stood up. He smiled at her, and started to speak.
"Hi! Sorry I bumped you there, I couldn't see over the newspaper," he said, running a hand through his long locks, "And what a newspaper! What a nutty coot, huh? Think he's a real scientist?"
Relena looked at him with bright eyes and ignored her racing pulse. "I don't know. What is Gundanium? Isn't that some new computer made in the colonies?" she asked demurely.
Duo looked at her weirdly before answering her question. "No, I thought it was a new metal alloy made from an asteroid nucleus and a titanium proton combined." (I have no idea what I'm talking about! Ignore Duo's science babble)
"Oh, Well, I wouldn't know. I'm a girl. Oh! I haven't introduced myself have I? I can't believe I was so rude, Mother would never forgive me!" She offered her hand. They shook. "My name is Lena Carter. It's a great pleasure. And you are?" she wavered off, waiting for a reply.
"My friends call me Duo, Duo Maxwell. I may run, and I my hide, but I never tell a lie!" he proclaimed proudly. His hair spiraled to the floor in its chestnut wave.
"It was nice meeting you Duo," Relena said as she walked out the door, "I hope we meet again!"
'Not.' She thought, thinking of the consequences of their meeting. Then she remembered the paper and went to a corner shop to buy one. She bought one of the last copies and hurried over to a fountain, filled with gigantic fish before reading. As she scanned over the paper, this is what she read;
On the unfinished colony A028876, officer Trieze Khushranada discovered middle aged Dr. Kieler, believed to be a missing Gundanium scientist. Scraps of Gundanium were found at the scene, while soldiers poured over encrypted messages and codes. It appeared to the police that there was a possible pilot living there, but the chief of the police in that area speculated that the suspect had left some time ago. Dr. Kieler has no known past, and is currently being detained and questioned by the Romafellar Foundation.
The article continued over lengthy and needless ramblings before Relena noticed a pair of eyes on her figure.
The man had black hair, short and unkempt, with staring bottomless pits for eyes. He wore a starched white tee shirt, and people stayed away from his swaggering figure. It said MONEY all over it.
He waltzed up to her and placed a hand around her waist. "Hey baby, wanna go for a ride in my new toy? It's a red, spicy one, and I'm sure you'd love it." He put an emphasis on 'love'. She giggled like a schoolgirl and stood up with him, before he promptly sat down again, breathing hard.
"If you ever come near me again, I will call the police." She hissed through her pressed lips. She had hit him where it hurts, and hard. Then she turned, seeing Duo come running up to her. She shied away, she didn't want anything to do with these other pilots.
"Are you alright?" he panted, out of breath.
"Of course!" she smiled brightly, then turned to walk away. "Bye Duo!"
He waved to her rapidly disappearing form before heading back to the back room of the computer store and sending his friend an e-mail via laptop.
Dear W, Things have gotten out of hand. Expected mission will be 8.76 chance survival, unknown forces showing hands. Poker face should be kept up, and Cards should be dealt with. D.
He paused, then sent his mouse and clicked;
Send.
All Standard Disclaimers apply, I am making no profit from this story.