Chapter Two: Rolland Tyler, of the New Revolution

"Pull out," Tyler's voice echoed over the other mobile suits under him.

"Sir?" came one confused soldier's response.

"You heard me. Pull out now. Leave them and don't harm them on the way out. They'll go back to lick their wounds."

"Sir."

Tyler smiled slightly as he pulled away. "It's been a pleasure, ma'am," he called out to Chase. "I do hope we haven't damaged your friend there too awful bad." He heard some colourful metaphors from the other end of the line before shutting it off.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Dark blue eyes fluttered open and attempted to focus on the room around him. The first thing that focused enough for him to see was the face of his wife, and the emerald eyes darkened with unvoiced worry.

Chase Yuy had been sitting in the room for the past three hours that her husband had been out. Now she was leaning over him, a hand on the opposite side of his body of where she was sitting. "Daijoubu desu ka?" she asked quickly.

The young man nodded his head, quickly regretting the quick motion. He reached for his young wife's hand, who took it, gently squeezing it. "You have a concussion," Chase explained. "One of those times that you were hit just right."

"Or just wrong," he whispered.

She smiled slightly. "Hai," she whispered as she leaned over and kissed his forehead. "How are you feeling now?"

"My head hurts."

"That's to be expected," a new voice said. The two pilots looked over to see Sally Po standing at the doorway, a smile placed on her lips. "You took quite a hit to the head, Heero Yuy. You're lucky that you got away as easily as you did."

He smirked slightly, and then closed his eyes. "I'm going to sleep now," he whispered. "Wake me later, Chase, ne?"

"Of course."

Chase walked down the corridor, her boots making a quiet clinking sound as she made her way. She heard the sound of quieter shoes behind her. Turning, her green eyes met the ocean blue ones of Anna.

"Since you're moving about, I'm to assume he's awake and doing well?" the taller woman asked.

"One: never assume anything, my dear Anna," Chase said with a smirk. (A/N: Sherlock Holmes joke) "Two: yes, he is. Heero said he wanted to sleep, so I thought I'd come down and get some caffeine to wake me up."

"Not coffee, I would guess."

"Of course not. Tea."

"That herbal stuff you drink won't give you the caffeine you need."

"I was planning on getting the most caffeine I could get in tea and dumping two cups of sugar into it," the petite woman answered with a smile. "Any word on the repairs to the Galaxy?"

"Howard's doing the best he can, but the Zero was worse of than your Galaxy. Whatever hit it, hit it hard. The Galaxy needs more buffing out than anything."

"Good. How long will the Zero be grounded?"

"You'll have to ask Howard," Anna responded. "He's in the hanger. He's been there since we came back."

"Poor guy."

"Yeah. I was gonna go get him some coffee."

"You're spreading your disease," the smaller pilot joked.

Anna laughed. "Of course! Come on. I need some help carrying the coffee anyway. You've now been recruited."

"Oh joy," Chase muttered as she followed her friend into the kitchen.

Lee Ares was the captain under General Tyler of the New Revolution. He was the most highly respected of the soldiers. At the age of nineteen, he had done more than he had ever suspected he would. At the cost of so much more than he ever wanted to pay.

Now Ares stood outside of General Tyler's office, afraid to knock on the door. His sources had told him that 01 had gotten off much easier than the general had suspected or wished for, Ares didn't want to be the one to tell him this. He knocked.

"Come in," the brisk command was heard.

The dark haired man slipped in the door, hearing it swish and lock behind him. His fate possibly sealed in this room. He hoped he was as highly thought of by this man as everyone said he was. "General Tyler."

"Hello, Ares." He seemed distracted as he watched something on his computer screen on the other side of his desk.

"I have the information on the injuries inflicted on 01, sir."

Tyler looked up. "I'm waiting."

"I'm afraid he got off with no more than a concussion, sir. Not a bad one at that. He's suppose to be in perfect condition to reenter the battles in around three days."

Tyler allowed a small smile to cross his face. "What do you know of these pilots, Ares?"

"Sir?"

"What do you know of this? Names? Data on them? Anything?"

Ares thought for a moment. "I believe 01 is Japanese, sir. Heero Yuy, if I remember correctly. I don't know all that much on 02. Maxwell his American, possibly. The accent would strongly suggest that. 03 is Trowa Barton. He is their strategist, that's all I know. 04's father had a business. Winner, if that means anything to you, sir. 05 is Chinese. Chang Wufei, I believe. 06 and 07 are a mystery to most people, sir. 06's specialty is assassination. He's very good and has never been seen nor caught from what I know. 07 I'm completely unsure of; except for he is an exceptional in combat, sir. I wish our men had people like these pilots to learn from."

"What Gundams do 06 and 07 have?" Tyler asked quietly.

"06 has the Galaxy. I believe you fought him today. 07 has the Star."

"06 is not a 'he,' my friend. 06 is a woman. I have a strong feeling that 07 might be as well."

"Sir?"

"She's caught my attention, Ares. Find 06. I want to know about her. Where does she come from? Her name? Everything about her. More importantly, I want to see those eyes again, Ares."

"Sir? Are you suggesting I bring her here?"

"I'm ordering, young man."

Ares nodded. "Yes sir. I'll do the best I can, sir."

"Make sure it is good enough, boy. Failure is not excepted here."

Ares' dark eyes fell to the floor for the briefest of moments. "Yes sir. I know that, sir."

"Get moving then, Ares. You're wasting both my time and yours. Move."

"Sir," Ares answered as he bowed quickly and left just as quickly. This was going to be difficult.

"The Zero'll be down for a while, Chase. Really sorry 'bout it," Howard said as he took a sip of his coffee.

"That's just fine. Heero needs to be down for a couple days anyway," the young assassin said as she glanced up at the Gundam.

"The Galaxy is just fine, though. She'll be ready whenever you are."

"You two seem to know where to find the action, ne, Chase?" Anna asked as she sat down next to the two people.

Emerald eyes narrowed slightly. "I believe I was up against the New Revolution's leader. His name was Rolland Tyler, I think he said. Annoyance."

Anna laughed slightly. "Only you, Chase. Only you."

Lee Ares scanned through the files the Proventors had on the Gundam pilots. It had taken him quite a while to hack and then find his way through them. Now he had what he was looking for: information on 06 and a picture of her.

06 was Chase Yuy. She was a pilot of German heritage that hailed from America. There was no data on her family nor how long they had been there. He guessed, from the picture of her, that she had a variety of different cultural backgrounds mixed with the German one. She was five foot and three inches tall with a small, petite build. Short, light brown hair that fell down just past her ears and not quite to her shoulders framed and her face.

Ares saw the emerald eyes that Tyler had spoken of. They were a deep colour that he had never seen before.

The picture showed a small smirk playing on her pale features with an eyebrow cocked slightly. Her uniform was strait and the tie perfectly done. Her stats said she'd been a Proventor for four years and now held a commander's position. Previously a Gundam pilot.

"Five foot three inches, ninety-six pounds, slender build," he read. "Pilot of the Gundam Galaxy Custom. Only known family: Heero Yuy, husband. Maiden name unknown. That's interesting." The young man clicked on the stats for Heero Yuy and the information came up.

"Heero Yuy: Five foot eight inches, Japanese heritage, dark blue eyes, brown hair, Proventor for four years. These seem basically the same as hers. Pilot of the Gundam Wing Zero." He scrolled down a ways. "Married to Chase Yuy. General Tyler won't like this."

Trowa Barton sat typing away at his computer, searching through files. He heard the door slide open but did not look up. He knew Quatre's footsteps. The Arabian man really should work on that.

"What are you looking for?" the blond asked.

"Anything on the New Revolution," Trowa responded.

Quatre nodded, and then picked up a picture on the desk. It was of Chase when she was younger, probably about sixteen. She appeared to have just turned around to find herself face to face with Trowa. They both had looks of slight surprise on their faces as they stared at each other. "This was a long time ago, ne?"

"When she came with me to learn. That summer after the war with Mariemaea."

"You two used to be close. What happened?"

"We got too close. Things went wrong. It happens."

Quatre stared for a moment. "How close, Trowa?"

The green eyed man smiled as he continued to scan the page. "I loved her. Catherine was convinced I'd marry her." He smiled again. "She was everything."

"Why does Heero not treat you like he treats Ryuujin-san then?"

Trowa turned to his friend, eyes thoughtful. "He never knew. I told Chase it was her decision to tell him if she thought it would matter." No one but Chase and he knew, but now Ryuujin had found out that at least he had feelings for her and he was openly telling Quatre. Oh well, Quatre was a trusted friend.

"And what did she say?"

"She said she didn't want Heero to be cold to me like he is to Ryuujin," the Silencer said with a sad smile. "It was her choice. He never found out, nothing has ever gone on since. For a short while we were very close."

Quatre sighed quietly. "Tell me what happened. Please, Trowa-kun?"

The green eyed man nodded slightly. "Like I said. It was the summer after the war with Mariemaea."

*flashback *

Chase set her bags down in the trailer and turned back to Catherine. "Thanks for giving me a place to stay. I really don't know how much good I'll be to you here."

Catherine smiled sweetly. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. Just learn what you can from Trowa. He's a good teacher."

The girls glanced back at the door and Trowa standing outside, watching them. It was the dead of summer and the sun was up and blazing. Chase did not particularly want to start today. The elder boy seemed ready to go.

"Go on. He's waiting for you."

Chase nodded reluctantly and walked out. Trowa eyed her for a moment. She looked the same as she had all during the wars. She had not grown an inch, and he would wager she was still not too far over around ninety pounds in weight. The only real differences were that she had replaced her dark blue jeans for shorts during the summer heat, shed her jacket to reveal the black tank top she wore often, and she now carried something she called a castor, hooked onto her belt at all times. If it was not there, it was hidden in the so-called "Bottomless Pit of Arsenal" that was always with the young assassin girl.

"Konichi wa, Chase," Trowa greeted her with a slight bow of his head.

"Hey, boyo," she answered. "So when do we get started?"

"Now if you'd like."

Chase wrinkled her nose slightly, but then smiled. "As long as it's in shade and not out in this evil heat, now would be great."

Catherine watched them over a week's time. Their every move was carefully monitored by Trowa's elder sister. She smiled. The green eyed American was a quick learner.

"You two want something to drink?" she called out to them.
Chase stopped and looked back. "Sounds great, Cathy!" she called back with a smile. "Arigatou!" She turned back and found herself face to face with Trowa Barton. Well, as face to face as they could be with their height difference. (A/N: For those that are like me and actually care about the little bitty minute details: Chase is 5'3'' through the WHOLE confounded series, no matter what time line. Trowa, at this point, is probably about 5'10'' or so. He'd have been about that height during G- Girls as well.)

Trowa looked oddly at her and looked as if he were going to say something, but a bright flash blinded them. The two young pilots turned to see what it was and Catherine smiled and held up a camera. "Sorry, guys!" she called. "I needed to capture the moment." She winked and left them alone under the large tent.

Chase blushed a deep crimson and turned away quickly. "I'm going to go have a look around. I've been here nearly a week and still don't know my way around well," the young teen stammered out as she rushed out of the tent, leaving Trowa thoroughly confused by the whole situation.

Chase wandered the grounds for a while before finding a place on a hillside to sit down. The stars were shining over her and she lay back and watched them for a moment, then closed her eyes with a long sigh.

She reopened them when she felt someone standing over her. A young boy was leaning over her, watching her with large eyes. "Are you the girl Trowa brought here?"

"Eh?" she asked as she sat up to get a better look at the little boy.

"Trowa brought a girl here sometime last week. Everyone's talking about him and her. Are you that girl?"

"I guess."

The boy smiled. "I can see why he likes you," was all he said before he disappeared.

Chase blinked twice in the direction of where he had been standing. She looked behind her to see Trowa leaning against a tree. "Who was that?" she asked.

"That was Jack Avis. He's an orphan here that I kind of took under my protection when I met him. He's a good kid."

Chase smiled. "I love kids. They're so innocent of the sins we've committed."

Trowa took a seat next to her and looked off into the distance. "They'll have their own time to dirty their hands."

"Do you think we could help create a world where that will be less necessary?"

The green eyed man sighed. "I don't know."

"If you could get one thing back, Trowa-kun, what would it be?"

Trowa blinked at her for a moment. "That was random, Chase-chan."

"I know."

"My memories. I want to know who I am really. I want my identity back." He smiled humorlessly. "Not that I really had one to begin with, but it would be nice to have one now. What about you?"

"Innocence."

"You are innocent."

"I'm naïve, not innocent. There's a difference." She paused a moment and watched some children running through an open place with a kite behind them in the evening sky. She smiled slightly and continued as if speaking more to herself than Trowa. "They have an innocence that is impossible to keep. We all lost ours at a young age. I long for what I can never have. Once one looses their innocence, one can never get it back."

Trowa stared at her for a moment, silently. "I've always seen you as innocent," he whispered finally.

"How can I be? My hands are as stained as yours are with blood of innocents as well as guilty! Sometimes I think there has to be something we can do to stop the needless bloodshed." A single tear fell down the girl's pale face. "I want something I shall never have."

Trowa reached up and caught her tear, eyes locking with hers. He leaned forward and his lips brushed hers. She did not reject him as the kiss deepened. After the kiss broke, they lay back on the grass.

"What about Heero?" Trowa whispered.

"What about him?" the assassin responded as she leaned over him and kissed him again.

*end flashback *

Profile: 02

Name: Unknown Codename: Duo Maxwell Age: 21 Height: 6' Weight: 158lbs Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Violet Gundam: Deathsythe Hell Past: Unknown

Quatre sat for a moment and let the story sink in. "So what broke it all off?"

"She loved Heero. Remember the time he disappeared for a while. Not during the Eve Wars, but after Marimaea."

"Hai. Of course! Chase nearly went crazy. That's also when she mastered the Zero System."

"Yes. When he came back, she said she should be with him. She told me that she thought she'd end up hurting me if she didn't leave then." Trowa smiled tightly. "I still love her, and I want her to be happy. If she's not happy with me, that's just how it'll be."

Quatre nodded slowly. "I see. That's very kind of you, Trowa-kun."

"I wish I could see it that way," the elder man said with a smile. "I've found something on this Rolland Tyler."

"Eh? What is it?"

Trowa pulled up what he had been looking up earlier. "Rolland Tyler was born with that name. His father died when Tyler was twenty-eight and under Treize Kushranada's command. He was very supportive of his leader and then served Dekim Barton under Marimaea Kushranada. Now he's formed some group to avenge them both, supposedly. Treize and Dekim."

"Interesting."

"Apparently he was very high up in the Specials. I believe I met him once or twice while under cover. Has an attitude much like Wufei's toward women."

"I hate to say it, but would that make Chase and Anna the best ones to send in against him?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. We don't know enough about our enemy yet to be making rash decisions."

"Of course not."

"For now we need to get this information to Lady Une and Heero."

"Hai!" the Arabian man responded as they left to find the two.

A/N: Ah! And yet another chapter done! Yay! Did ya'll catch the thing about Jack Avis? (You only understand that if you've read Time and Time Again. If you haven't, shame on you! Go read it now!!) I love Jacky-chan! I just HAD to add him in here, if only for a moment! *glomps Jack* The flash back I changed only slightly from its original form. Very slightly. I don't remember the original by heart, and I'm not in a place where I can check on it. _ *sobs* Gomen nesai! Oh well, I guess that's it for now. I'm sure I'll have much longer Author's Notes in the future just because I like to talk! ^_^ That and this is one of the few stories I've done by myself in a while. @_@ Ja ne! TBC