Fragments:
Warnings: Other Character POV included. Also, eventual Une by OC, provided this follows the plot in my head.
Legal Stuff:
1. This was written totally for amusement/entertainment.
2. I've made no money on this. Neither have any of my friends, family, pets etc.
3.. I don't own Gundam Wing. Not a bit of it. If I did, this dribble wouldn't be fanfiction. It would be cannon. And I don't even own my computer, so please don't sue me. Please.
Prologue:
"Just a moment, Dr. Keton." The blond smiled and punched something into the computer behind her desk again. "These things. Ten gig processing, and still they lock up. You're visiting family right?"
"Yes. My aunt is ill." Dr. Andrew Keton forced his face into a bland expression as he spoke. His voice didn't shake, not quite. Neither was it confident. He had never been a good liar. He didn't need to lie to be a theoretical physicist. Afterall, theoretical physicists didn't have to flee the space station they lived on. Theoretical physicists didn't work for multibillion dollar corporations who killed their friends, killed their friends because they'd found out too much.
Two years after graduation, and theoretical physics had become a far more dangerous field than he could have imagined.
"Your aunt?" She turned. The folds of her blue jumpsuit revealed a nametag: Lynn Robinson.
"Yes. They think it's a defect in her heart." In the reflection of her glasses, Andrew saw something blink red. Once. Again. His heart clenched. "Is everything okay? They should start loading the shuttle soon."
She froze, the pause a stutter too long. Her smile grew rigid. "Fine, Dr. Keton. I'm sorry, but I need to see your card again."
Her hands shook.
Andrew reached into jacket pocket. His fingers met firm lines, cool and reassuring.
Behind him, the doors swished open. "Dr. Keton, please take your hands from your pockets, slowly, and raise them above your head."
He heard the click of safeties releasing.
"Please, Dr. Keton." Lynn choked out. Her eyes shone. "Nothing will happen to you."
"Nothing." He laughed. "These kind people will shoot through both of us, if they think they can loot the final calculations from my dead body."
A man stated, behind him. "Dr. Keton. You are charged with the death of Dr. Jeffrey Blaze. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can be used in your prosecution by the tribunal."
Andrew closed his eyes. Ironic. He could still see his coworker, his friend, eyeballs exploded, floating in his own blood on the wrong side of the airlock cycle. They would charge him with the death, then kill him the same way. Or worse. He gripped his hand around the personal teleportation device he had designed. Jeff had built. Neither had tested.
Words floated through his mind, something about the devil you know. Andrew grinned and winked. Lynn shrunk back. Tears flowed freely down her face.
If he could get the evidence to the Preventors, maybe, he might save his own life. Save the fragile peace born in the wake of the Eve Wars.
End Prologue.
Hope this Entertains. More to come. (Note, this is a total rewrite of a story I wrote a while ago but never posted here. Hope you like it)