Through Time
Chapter 3 : Introductions
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing
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"Yes, sir. I understand." Lady Une set the phone down and sighed.
Almost two years ago since the Preventer's had been formed there had been a war. Now, there was going to be another one. Was it her, or was this department not quite doing their job? Then that would mean she wasn't doing her job, and it wasn't like she had psychic abilities and could just predict the arise of a new conflict.
Truthfully she never had to. There were always politicians who brought out the worst in people and then there were the peacemakers. Like Relena Darlian. Relena had been one of the few politicians who had actually supported their department with funds and since her death… Well there had been a few more outbreaks they had to deal with. A sudden knock at the door and startled her out of her thoughts.
"Come in."
A small girl with shoulder length red hair opened the door and closed it closely behind her. Lady Une smiled at Marimea; she was after all her adopted daughter.
"Mother, are you finished now?"
"For now at least." Lady Une put a few of papers into her brief case and took hold of Marimea's hand.
"Are their complications in your organization because of the new threat?"
"Yes there are." She said truthfully. Une was always forward with Marimea. Truth was what their relationship was based upon. She felt Marimea squeezed her hand reassuringly and smiled down to the frowning girl. "It was not and never will be your fault." She added hoping to ease her doubting mind.
"I know." Marimea only squeezed her hand tighter.
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Aya stared at the professor, not quite understanding what he had just said.
"I killed her." She said very slowly as if she were talking to a child. He nodded in confirming it.
"I think I would remember if I killed a princess of peace."
The wheels in the professors head turned. He needed to keep this girl under his thumb so to speak. And the less she knew the better. He could easily just fix this complication by a simple operation, but the ultimate operation still remained to make her completely obedient. First of all the master needed her, or her mind, and along with that he needed her to believe him and the lie. And so he told it.
"Your family was killed during a battle around 195 AC. After that you wondered aimlessly stealing anything just to stay alive. You were still young then and badly injured along with carrying disease. That was when I found you and the only way I could save you was to use technology. Very advanced technology. To save you I had to use the DNA of another and reconstruct your cells. After doing this you grew angry and blamed your misfortunes on Ms. Darlian, with the very woman whose DNA I happened to use. A few years later you killed her with your own hands, I was there. You were an experiment, an experiment that almost failed. You have no memories Aya and what memories you have cause you great pain. You should be grateful for what I have done for you!"
"I once worked with a number of professors that created the gundams and they will soon join us on this very compound. I have no choice of that. But you must stay away from them if you value your life. They would sooner kill you than look at you if they had known what you've done."
The words flew to Aya's mind and her brain began to compute them. She was a cold-blooded killer, nothing more. Although the thought hadn't affected her before, it affected her now. She had killed the very symbol of peace and that was all the entire world needed to despise her. The thought registered fine with her mind and she was beginning to accept this. Aya's eyes filled with unexpressed emotions, but she couldn't express this feeling in her chest even if she wanted to. A soldier never would and Aya wasn't sure if she even knew how to express her self anymore. Trust wasn't an option, she had to comply. After all, what other options did she have? Orders are orders. Information was information no mater who supplied it.
"What of Yuka and Nani?" Her voice slightly strained.
"They know not of this, but they will be able to see the pilots for working conditions." He stood now before her, taller than he had ever been. "I've trained you to be the best, to never jeopardize the mission, do not jeopardize this."
Aya looked into his stern and glaring eyes. She stared deep into them and matched his own expression.
"Understood." Was all she said.
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Quatre lay back in his expensive leather chair and gazed out the window. After the past events of the few years he had taken to running his fathers business and continued to promote peaceful solutions. He smiled at the thought. A few years ago he would never imagined himself staying in an office being the peacemaker. Nope, he would have been the one trying to get involved with the battle.
Well currently he was quite sane and he knew exactly what he was doing with his life, maybe that was why he seemed slightly tired lately. Although during to the new circumstances following the Cobra, things had begun to get a little more complicated and he found himself missing the peaceful paper work he had been doing.
Quatre was distracted form his thoughts as an e-mail portrayed itself on his screen.
"Hello Quatre. This is Dr. J. Due to circumstances regarding the new threat to peace I have decided to reassemble the original gundam pilots. This may seem a waste to you but certainly not to me, as I have reconstructed a few of your mobile suit friends. The coordinates to the base follow the message. If you would be so kind please contact Duo for me. "
Quatre leaned back in his chair closing his eyes. So their gundams have been reconstructed, it had been so long ago since they had destroyed their gundams. Deciding he should go, he called Duo.
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Meanwhile Duo and Hilde were having their own problems. After the attack their home was, somewhat destroyed.
"Damn, this sucks, " just as he said this a loud crash came from behind him. Great another light fell from the ceiling.
"This doesn't look very good Duo." Hilde picked up a broken piece of china from the floor. She tried putting the pieces together but sighed as they all turned to dust in her hands. "Now our junk yard really is a junk yard."
"Yeah, no kidding." He whistled as he surveyed the damage. Ok, a few knocked down walls, some broken furniture, and silver ware broken and spread about the floor. This was going to cost some money to replace.
Their house was more like their workshop and living area. They had their office in one room and the garage right outside, well it used to be right outside. And then a few bedrooms. Some of their employers actually stayed in some of the spare rooms and paid rent. So they shared a business and lived together, but of course they slept in different rooms. Well of course they did, I mean sure they were good friends, especially after the war. They had always been able to talk, about anything. About the war, it had always been about the war.
He remembered when he had first asked her if she wanted to help him with his business. This was shortly after the war of 195 AC and they had continued to be good friends. Hilde always understood him and he really appreciated her, she had done so much for him. She had helped him learn to live in this new peace that he and his fellow gundam pilots had created. He sighed looking around again and wondered if what they had originally fought for was all in vain. What was he accomplishing? Other than encouraging people to recycle. Sometimes he disgusted himself. A sour look fell upon his face as he crossed his arms in irritation.
"Don't worry about it Duo, insurance will cover most of it." Hilde placed a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him.
"I guess." He sighed letting his sour mood slip away and smiled at her. "Thanks."
At that very moment a loud beeping noise came from the floor.
"Is that the phone?" Hilde asked as she began moving things on the floor.
"I think it is. It must be under all this crap" he muttered under his breath. Annoyed he got down on the floor and decided to throw things out of his way. Hilde gave him a look when he threw a book her way.
Duo was getting extremely irritated by the loud ringing until he finally found the phone.
"Thank God! Hello, Maxwells junk yard."
There was a slight pause until Qautre responded form the other end, "Hey Duo, it's me Qautre."
"Qautre! Hey there buddy, what can I do for you?" he started to lean against a very burnt desk and cursed under his breath when it nearly collapsed under him.
"Duo, we have a very serious problem on our hands. I got a call from Dr. J and he's assembling all the gundam pilots. It looks like we're needed once again."
A frown made it's way to Duo's face. "That so." A dull remark he knew that. "What exactly are we supposed to do? We don't have any way to fight let alone protect anyone. I thought that this time, maybe we'd get peace." Then Relena disappeared, he added to himself.
"I know. But Dr. J said that he'd supply us with new gundams."
"Well now, that sounds better."
"Here are the coordinates were we're going to meet." Duo snapped his fingers at Hilde and made a writing motion. She quickly picked a pen from her pocket and threw him a sketchpad. After he finished writing and muttered his thanks and good bye he looked at Hilde and shrugged.
"Looks like we'll deal with this crap later." Another loud crash followed as the ceiling was beginning to give way.
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"Now, lets go over it once again."
Yuka rolled her eyes as Nani just smiled sweetly at the professor. Aya was sitting in the corner watching their exchange with her arms crossed in front of her chest. They had been over this a thousand times.
"When you are asked what you do here you say…"
"Nani and I are trained in mobile suit combat. We are the pilots of the gundams 06 and 07."
"Nani, what do you say if they ask you about the third gundam?"
She giggled a little and her light attitude made Aya smile. "That the gundam is just a prototype and it works automatically."
"Good. Both of you will be working with these pilots. It is important to remember that you may surpass them in certain areas, but they have experience. Aya, you will need to stay out of sight and stay in your room. You will be able to train when the pilots are occupying certain areas of the compound. At night we will give you your dosages and you will be able to work with your gundam."
She nodded in comprehension. "Now, can we get the hell out of here?" Yuka glared.
"Yes of course."
The girls walked out through the sliding doors.
"You know Aya, this sucks ass for you." Yuka put it bluntly.
"Thank you for putting it in perspective for me." she said nonchalantly.
Yuka shrugged looking at her with curiosity. "I mean why can't you work with them too. It's not like you killed someone they know." She thought it was rather funny, but obviously Aya didn't.
Aya turned and walked the other way. "I'm going to work out. Keep them away from the east wing when they get here.
"OK, what the hell's her problem?" Yuka looked at Aya's fading form down the corridor.
Nani smiled at one of the many words her old Priest had said to her. "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted."
Yuka looked at her religious friend dumbly. "That was for what purpose exactly?"
"Nothing really. It's one of the Beatitudes. Aya just looks like she's in mourning to me."
"Well I'm glad one of us can tell how she feels." Sarcasm filling Yuka.
Nani continued to walk to the gundam hanger her smile never faltering. Yuka followed in pursuit thinking of how many spaced out cases she knew and wondered why she enjoyed their company.
Once they reached the hanger they saw a few people working on the other gundams. Yuka felt a little protective of her black and maroon gundam. For some reason it looked like they were working a little to hard on the other gundams. Yea, well, screw them. She thought placing a hand on her gundam. Your better no matter what improvements they make to the others, Crimson.
"I sense some pride in that rather large smile of yours, eh Yuka?" Yuka gave her a grin while shrugging. "I know what you mean though." Yuka raised an eyebrow wondering how she knew if she hadn't said anything. Nani leaned against her green and white gundam, Sugar. "Sugars a part of me. She's like my friend, my child and even me."
Yuka leaned against her own gundam when the roof above them opened and a small shuttle holding the five gundam pilots descended.
"I know what you mean, but do they?"
Nani gave her a small shrug. "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled."
"Great," Yuka snorted and said with dripping sarcasm, "We're all good Samaritans seeking justice in the world."
The shuttle landed with a gust of wind and roof began to close slowly. The two girls moved their way over to the shuttle next to the professor and Clare. The shuttle door opened and an old man with a robotic hand stepped forward along with four other old men and greeted with the professor and Clare. Following the old man were five men, who the two girls assumed were the gundam pilots. The first was a man with jet-black hair tied into a ponytail. The two girls looked at each other noticing how tall he held himself. Yuka snorted, she was nearly six feet", probably two heads taller then him she mused. Her smile faded when a man with brown hair and green eyes walked out having to slouch through the door. Some idle chit chatter followed suit as a man with bright blue eyes and blond hair walked out with a laughing woman with short black hair. There was suddenly a long brown braid flying in the air. Then the owner of the braid clasped a hand on the blonde's shoulder laughing uncontrollably. The last man emerged from the shuttle and the door closed behind him. He had fierce cobalt eyes and messy brown hair. Yuka held a breath and Nani held a winsome smile.
From the hall Aya stood and gazed at them all silently as they made their introductions. Each one had seemed oddly familiar to her and when the last one had stepped out form the shuttle she had held her breath. A wave of familiarity washed over her. Her eyes pressed together to remember something. She ignored the slight discomfort in her head.
"A prince of the stars," she muttered. She didn't exactly know what the meaning behind her words were and she shook herself from her daze deciding she better get back to the east wing before someone spotted her.
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