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Chapter 8: We Need to Talk
Previously:
Relena swore a blue streak, tearing off her pink suit, she hurriedly donned a pair of tight black leather pants, an orange lycra muscle shirt and a short black leather jacket. She grabbed her keys, her com. watch and her pen and shoved them into her space pocket. Running to Planchet, she told him that she was having a hankering for an ice cream and that she would be back later and no she didn't need and escort. PS don't wait up.
Braiding and securing her hair under her helmet, she mounted her cycle, revved the engine and sped off towards the Preventors Beta-3 hanger.
... and now on with the story...
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The Gundams landed and Shenlong crouched down and lowered his hand to the ground. Lt was lying there like a broken rag doll. Just as the boys were descending from their suits, the echoing noise of a motorcycle thundered in the man made cavern.
Trowa and Wufei moved in front of Shenlong's hand, all boys having their guns drawn and safeties off. Heero punched the control panel for the emergency gates and the blast doors started to close. The motorcycle revved and jumped through the closing doors. Heero let off a couple of shots at the bike. One of the bullets hit near the gas line. The rider had jumped the bike so that it shielded her from the men's attack. Landing, the rider immediately put up her arms and yelled, "I'm unarmed and am taking off my helmet." I love Heero but damn he too trigger happy! she mumbled. Fumbling the fastening for a second, she removed the protection to reveal long blond hair carefully braided, just a little shorter than Maxwell's.
"An onna?"
"Yes and you were expecting this one Chang. Heero, stop pointing your gun at me. Where is she?" Heero nodded at Wufei and Trowa, who moved aside, guns now trained on the downed female once more. Deciding that the boys were not moving fast enough for her liking she brushed passed them and onto Shenlong's hand. Crouching down over the prone form she ran her hands along the body suit. Moving her hand over the hard suit's chest plate, she smiled. Well at least you're alive you klutz, just scorched, short- circuited and knocked out. You are going to be so sore tomorrow and then your going to whine all day, and the day after that and the day after that and the day... sighing, she reached under the helmet, near the chin and pressed three buttons. A hiss was heard from the suit. Gently taking the helmet off the suit, she revealed the pilot's face to the hanger.
Relena started to hum as she poked and prodded different areas of the hard suit, pressing release buttons. Lt's body arched as the torso section moved down, pushing the suit up. The arms slide sideways and the front folded down. Moving behind the unconscious pilot, she got a grip on her arms and drew her out of the hard suit. Picking her up princess style, Relena moved her hime to the room that Quatre had prepared.
"Onna. How can you do that? You are not strong enough."
"For her, wufei, I will always be strong enough. Now please move." Wufei moved to the side but Trowa stepped up. "Relena..."
"Yes Trowa?"
"We need to talk."
"I know but not right now."
"Later." She nodded and he moved out of her way.
Relena carried Cosmos's prone form into the med bay that Quatre had prepped for her. Placing her on the examination table, she nodded to the gentle Arabian prince as he left the room to check over Sandrock. Quickly she moved to the door and discreetly closed and locked them. Heero and Wufei's head snapped up as they heard the door's lock click in place. Calling for the other pilots, they ran to observation window, trying to figure another way into the room.
They watched in trepidation as Relena flicked her wrist and a knife appeared in it. Cursing stupid pacifist princesses who really aren't, Wufei started to attack the door. "What are you doing Wufei?" "Trying to get in their obviously Quatre, to prevent either of the trouble making onnas from attacking each other." He turned his attention back to the door. Duo had his face plastered against the windows to watch what was happening inside. Quatre who had moved up beside him flinched as he saw Relena run the blade across the palm of her hand then rub her the blood over her hands like it was liquid soap.
Grunting a little at the small pain unblocked by any adrenalin, Relena rubbed the cut, getting both palms covered in blood. She waited until she saw some orange blood mix with the red. Touching Cosmos's forehead and breastbone she whispered "Venus Eternal Power!" Orange and white flared instantaneously.
Heero pulled Wufei to the side and shot the locking mechanism. It held and all the other boys could hear Duo muttering. "What's she doing? What's she doing, what she doing? What's she..." Quatre was fishing around in his pocket and smiled as he proudly produced the key to the door. The other pilots sighed and shook their heads as Wufei snatched the key from his hand and strode to the door with his chest puffed out. Quatre's attention turned back to Duo when he heard the braided teen gasp.
"What's happening? Duo?"
"Relena's putting her bloody hands on the Chick's chest."
"That's LT., Duo."
"That's LT.?!" Wufei was trying to insert the key into the lock but was having some problems because hero had shot the mechanism and dented the keyhole. A bright orange and white light suddenly emitted from the window of the bay clinic. "Relena's down." Remarked Trowa as he peeked through the window. "We're in." Wufei grunted as he turned the key and pushed the door in with his shoulder. Heero moved immediately to Relena. Duo tossed him some disinfectant and gauze to clean the princess's hand. Once he had tended to her hand, he gently picked her up and moved her to a bed.
Wufei and Trowa attended to Lt. They cleaned the blood off her face, noticing at the same time that she had regained some of her colour. The hole in her lower chest was no longer bleeding which was a good sign in their opinion. Quatre escorted Sally into the clinic. She took one look at the girls, clucked her tongue and shooed the pilots out of the room.
Five hours later found the boys peeking back into the makeshift infirmary, Duo and Quatre at least. Though a bit disgruntled about being given the boot earlier the two men were hard pressed not laugh at the sight they beheld.
Relena was in pink boxers with a matching tank top that declared her "Princess", spread eagle on the hide-a-bed, snoring with a little drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Lt was wearing the equivalent of the boxer section of her soft undersuit with the rest of her bare save for the mass of bandages wrapped around her chest, shoulders, upper arms and thighs. It appeared that Relena had stolen the covers and Lt was mumbling to a mina to give them back as her hand searched for them in futility. Quatre took pity on Lt. and covered her up with and extra blanket. She grunted something about dorky blonds and quieted down again. Taking the first watch over the sleeping girls, Quatre slide into a chair and bid Duo a good night.
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Sorry for not updating for a while. I've been working on some other stuff that is not quite ready for the net yet.
Ta. English
Review Review and may the writing get better : P
Chapter 8: We Need to Talk
Previously:
Relena swore a blue streak, tearing off her pink suit, she hurriedly donned a pair of tight black leather pants, an orange lycra muscle shirt and a short black leather jacket. She grabbed her keys, her com. watch and her pen and shoved them into her space pocket. Running to Planchet, she told him that she was having a hankering for an ice cream and that she would be back later and no she didn't need and escort. PS don't wait up.
Braiding and securing her hair under her helmet, she mounted her cycle, revved the engine and sped off towards the Preventors Beta-3 hanger.
... and now on with the story...
#############
The Gundams landed and Shenlong crouched down and lowered his hand to the ground. Lt was lying there like a broken rag doll. Just as the boys were descending from their suits, the echoing noise of a motorcycle thundered in the man made cavern.
Trowa and Wufei moved in front of Shenlong's hand, all boys having their guns drawn and safeties off. Heero punched the control panel for the emergency gates and the blast doors started to close. The motorcycle revved and jumped through the closing doors. Heero let off a couple of shots at the bike. One of the bullets hit near the gas line. The rider had jumped the bike so that it shielded her from the men's attack. Landing, the rider immediately put up her arms and yelled, "I'm unarmed and am taking off my helmet." I love Heero but damn he too trigger happy! she mumbled. Fumbling the fastening for a second, she removed the protection to reveal long blond hair carefully braided, just a little shorter than Maxwell's.
"An onna?"
"Yes and you were expecting this one Chang. Heero, stop pointing your gun at me. Where is she?" Heero nodded at Wufei and Trowa, who moved aside, guns now trained on the downed female once more. Deciding that the boys were not moving fast enough for her liking she brushed passed them and onto Shenlong's hand. Crouching down over the prone form she ran her hands along the body suit. Moving her hand over the hard suit's chest plate, she smiled. Well at least you're alive you klutz, just scorched, short- circuited and knocked out. You are going to be so sore tomorrow and then your going to whine all day, and the day after that and the day after that and the day... sighing, she reached under the helmet, near the chin and pressed three buttons. A hiss was heard from the suit. Gently taking the helmet off the suit, she revealed the pilot's face to the hanger.
Relena started to hum as she poked and prodded different areas of the hard suit, pressing release buttons. Lt's body arched as the torso section moved down, pushing the suit up. The arms slide sideways and the front folded down. Moving behind the unconscious pilot, she got a grip on her arms and drew her out of the hard suit. Picking her up princess style, Relena moved her hime to the room that Quatre had prepared.
"Onna. How can you do that? You are not strong enough."
"For her, wufei, I will always be strong enough. Now please move." Wufei moved to the side but Trowa stepped up. "Relena..."
"Yes Trowa?"
"We need to talk."
"I know but not right now."
"Later." She nodded and he moved out of her way.
Relena carried Cosmos's prone form into the med bay that Quatre had prepped for her. Placing her on the examination table, she nodded to the gentle Arabian prince as he left the room to check over Sandrock. Quickly she moved to the door and discreetly closed and locked them. Heero and Wufei's head snapped up as they heard the door's lock click in place. Calling for the other pilots, they ran to observation window, trying to figure another way into the room.
They watched in trepidation as Relena flicked her wrist and a knife appeared in it. Cursing stupid pacifist princesses who really aren't, Wufei started to attack the door. "What are you doing Wufei?" "Trying to get in their obviously Quatre, to prevent either of the trouble making onnas from attacking each other." He turned his attention back to the door. Duo had his face plastered against the windows to watch what was happening inside. Quatre who had moved up beside him flinched as he saw Relena run the blade across the palm of her hand then rub her the blood over her hands like it was liquid soap.
Grunting a little at the small pain unblocked by any adrenalin, Relena rubbed the cut, getting both palms covered in blood. She waited until she saw some orange blood mix with the red. Touching Cosmos's forehead and breastbone she whispered "Venus Eternal Power!" Orange and white flared instantaneously.
Heero pulled Wufei to the side and shot the locking mechanism. It held and all the other boys could hear Duo muttering. "What's she doing? What's she doing, what she doing? What's she..." Quatre was fishing around in his pocket and smiled as he proudly produced the key to the door. The other pilots sighed and shook their heads as Wufei snatched the key from his hand and strode to the door with his chest puffed out. Quatre's attention turned back to Duo when he heard the braided teen gasp.
"What's happening? Duo?"
"Relena's putting her bloody hands on the Chick's chest."
"That's LT., Duo."
"That's LT.?!" Wufei was trying to insert the key into the lock but was having some problems because hero had shot the mechanism and dented the keyhole. A bright orange and white light suddenly emitted from the window of the bay clinic. "Relena's down." Remarked Trowa as he peeked through the window. "We're in." Wufei grunted as he turned the key and pushed the door in with his shoulder. Heero moved immediately to Relena. Duo tossed him some disinfectant and gauze to clean the princess's hand. Once he had tended to her hand, he gently picked her up and moved her to a bed.
Wufei and Trowa attended to Lt. They cleaned the blood off her face, noticing at the same time that she had regained some of her colour. The hole in her lower chest was no longer bleeding which was a good sign in their opinion. Quatre escorted Sally into the clinic. She took one look at the girls, clucked her tongue and shooed the pilots out of the room.
Five hours later found the boys peeking back into the makeshift infirmary, Duo and Quatre at least. Though a bit disgruntled about being given the boot earlier the two men were hard pressed not laugh at the sight they beheld.
Relena was in pink boxers with a matching tank top that declared her "Princess", spread eagle on the hide-a-bed, snoring with a little drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Lt was wearing the equivalent of the boxer section of her soft undersuit with the rest of her bare save for the mass of bandages wrapped around her chest, shoulders, upper arms and thighs. It appeared that Relena had stolen the covers and Lt was mumbling to a mina to give them back as her hand searched for them in futility. Quatre took pity on Lt. and covered her up with and extra blanket. She grunted something about dorky blonds and quieted down again. Taking the first watch over the sleeping girls, Quatre slide into a chair and bid Duo a good night.
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Sorry for not updating for a while. I've been working on some other stuff that is not quite ready for the net yet.
Ta. English