Chapter 4- Dreamer's Gift
He opened the door and sat down at the kitchen table. The newspaper lay spread out before him. He absentmindedly flipped through it, looking at the headlines, when a picture caught his eye. He gasped.
Wufei, bound hand and foot, was being led through the streets of what looked like New York with 20 armed men guarding him. He read through the article quickly.
"Damn them! Damn those friggin rebels!" he thought savagely. Though most people had embraced the idea of total pacifism and the World Nation, there were some who resisted. They preferred the world as it used to be, with war and power. The Gundam Pilots, who had become the World Nation's ambassadors for peace, were considered their worst enemies. And now, they had captured one, and his Gundam, Nataku. Who knew what they'd do with that power!
Quatre pounded his fist on the table in frustration. If only Sandrock still remained with him! But quatre had been scared of it's pwer, scared that he might once again go crazy and try to destroy his friends, so he had left his Gundam in the hand o Lucrezia Noin until it was needed. He was powerless to do anything.
The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He answered to hear the voice of Relena Peacecraft.
"Quatre, are you feeling up to doing a mission for me today? Duo told me about your dream experience, but this isn't very intense. I think you can handle it."
"What is it?"
"I have a young girl here who wishes to become a Gundam Pilot. She already has a Gundam of her own, Desertblade."
How was that possible? The Gundam Pilots' Gundams, and the Mercurius, Epyon, and Vayeate, were the only Gundams ever made! He'd puzzle that out later.
"Quatre?"
"Oh, uh, sure. When?"
"You'll start her training in an hour."
"Okay. Relena?"
"Yeah?"
"What's her name?"
"Leah Kimaya." Click. The phone went dead. Quatre just stood there, the dead receiver in his hand. The beeping stove jolted him out of his stupor.
"Shoot!" he sighed in frustration as he pulled the burnt apple pie out of the oven. "Oh well. Maybe I can give it to Duo. My pies always suck, anyway. Not like this one would have been any better." He chucked the steaming pie in the garbage can as he grabbed his coat and left, locking the door behind him.
He waited outside of the training base for Relena and Leah to arrive. Soon he saw Relena's car drive up and two girls got out. Leah briskly walked over and extended her hand.
"Leah Kimaya, Chameleon Pilot." At his puzzled look, she explained. "The Chameleon is a program I've designed for certain Gundams. It enables them to completely blend into their surroundings by transforming shape and color. My Gundam, Desertblade, is the first compatible mobile suit for this program."
"Oh."
"By the way, are these yours? You left them on a beach." She held out his sandals.
He opened the door and sat down at the kitchen table. The newspaper lay spread out before him. He absentmindedly flipped through it, looking at the headlines, when a picture caught his eye. He gasped.
Wufei, bound hand and foot, was being led through the streets of what looked like New York with 20 armed men guarding him. He read through the article quickly.
"Damn them! Damn those friggin rebels!" he thought savagely. Though most people had embraced the idea of total pacifism and the World Nation, there were some who resisted. They preferred the world as it used to be, with war and power. The Gundam Pilots, who had become the World Nation's ambassadors for peace, were considered their worst enemies. And now, they had captured one, and his Gundam, Nataku. Who knew what they'd do with that power!
Quatre pounded his fist on the table in frustration. If only Sandrock still remained with him! But quatre had been scared of it's pwer, scared that he might once again go crazy and try to destroy his friends, so he had left his Gundam in the hand o Lucrezia Noin until it was needed. He was powerless to do anything.
The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. He answered to hear the voice of Relena Peacecraft.
"Quatre, are you feeling up to doing a mission for me today? Duo told me about your dream experience, but this isn't very intense. I think you can handle it."
"What is it?"
"I have a young girl here who wishes to become a Gundam Pilot. She already has a Gundam of her own, Desertblade."
How was that possible? The Gundam Pilots' Gundams, and the Mercurius, Epyon, and Vayeate, were the only Gundams ever made! He'd puzzle that out later.
"Quatre?"
"Oh, uh, sure. When?"
"You'll start her training in an hour."
"Okay. Relena?"
"Yeah?"
"What's her name?"
"Leah Kimaya." Click. The phone went dead. Quatre just stood there, the dead receiver in his hand. The beeping stove jolted him out of his stupor.
"Shoot!" he sighed in frustration as he pulled the burnt apple pie out of the oven. "Oh well. Maybe I can give it to Duo. My pies always suck, anyway. Not like this one would have been any better." He chucked the steaming pie in the garbage can as he grabbed his coat and left, locking the door behind him.
He waited outside of the training base for Relena and Leah to arrive. Soon he saw Relena's car drive up and two girls got out. Leah briskly walked over and extended her hand.
"Leah Kimaya, Chameleon Pilot." At his puzzled look, she explained. "The Chameleon is a program I've designed for certain Gundams. It enables them to completely blend into their surroundings by transforming shape and color. My Gundam, Desertblade, is the first compatible mobile suit for this program."
"Oh."
"By the way, are these yours? You left them on a beach." She held out his sandals.