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Chapter Seven

The Former Five

The sights that awaited those five pilots was nothing less that extraordinary. That small room had opened up into the main warehouse and definitely the main attraction. Five manly jaws hung open in silent awe at what was before them. Une simply smiled and watched the almost obsessive love those pilots always had over their suits bloom once again across their now grown faces. It was a pleasure to see that once again, she had to admit, even if it'd be for the last time.

Heero, the former pilot of Gundam 01, let his azure eyes sift over the suits in front of him. Across the far wall spanned the five suits, as promised. He already knew which one was his, the engineers had done an excellent job of reproducing his Wing. But it was different also, in a surprisingly pleasing way. He did like the way they had kept his wings. Whenever he went into space... It was a sure way to feel like flying. Dark, midnight blue accented the pearlesent white and bright cerulean color that was now his. It seemed so elegant and perfect, not a scratch on it's newly painted surface... and his fingers were itching painfully for those spanking new controls...

Pilot 02, also a former gundam pilot and known well as the god of death, Shinigami. It was also easy to tell which of these awesome machines would be his own. A smug and excited grin found its way to his startled lips as he realized they'd painted it reminiscent of his Deathsythe. But for this suit, he was glad to see, they'd decided to go all the way. Clad in pure shining shadow black with slight clean ivory and deep violet accents here and there. Yes, he was most definitely pleased with the new style. Only this time, they'd chosen to equip his suit with wings also. He glanced between his mobile suit and Heeros. How different they looked, one so darkly menacing and ominous and the other so brightly elegant and sleekly beautiful. They reminded him of angels. How true... Angel of light and angel of darkness. That trademark smirk was on his lips in a instant and he let his mind rest, knowing that this was exactly the spot he wanted to be right now… Except maybe in the cock pit…

Trowa Barton, known as piloting the gundam Heavyarms stood appalled and somewhat… flabbergasted. His face stayed as calm as usual but inside his stomach flipped over in a way reminiscent of how a giddy school girls would if she were confessing her love. It was a pleased yet anxious feeling. A longing grew inside him to run his long fingers over the smooth slick paint and his fingertips were aching to glide over the keys in the cockpit. His suit was decked out in all it's imposing glory in a deep rich crimson. The thing that was so very appealing about that color was the way it seemed to be a mix of the flashy orange-red poppy flower and that almost sickening burgundy color of drying blood. It was the exact mix, and he was quite fond of it. It was actually one of his new favorite colors, as of today. He was glad to see that the trim was done in orange, the colors of this suit reflecting those of his former suit. His weapon was a refurbished model of his old gun. It looked much the same, only this time it looked even more dangerous. He liked it… Oh yes, he liked it a lot…

Sandrocks pilot, Quatre Winner, who had once been known as Gundam Pilot 04, stood now once again as a pilot. Standing next to his boyfriend and gazing up at the most awesome suit he'd ever seen was just… such an amazing feeling. Though he didn't like the mayhem and killing that seemed to follow mobile suits like a dark, evil shadow, he couldn't deny the feeling that he got when he was in one. It was the best feeling in the world to be piloting, and the chance to be in the cock pit of the masterpiece standing before him left the blond feeling content inside. A steel gray had been painted on the main body of the suit and the limbs had been painted a light dull gray. A pristinely clean white graced certain accents and details. The suit was simply beautiful. He wondered vaguely in his mind, which was currently a wonderland of mobile suits, if the cockpit was as visually appealing as the outside was…

Last but certainly not least, Chang Wufei, former pilot 05, who stood behind the rest. His normally calm and slightly hostile mask had slipped away without him even noticing. The moment his dark eyes had found themselves positioned on the suits, he felt a deep homecoming in his heart. His suit had been modeled somewhat after his much beloved but now destroyed Nataku. The weaponry was still much the same, actually it seemed to be a carbon copy of his old suit. That same framiliar feature caused a soft smile to lips up his stiff and sadistic lips. The color they had opted to use on this mobile suit was a deep emerald green. It was pleasing to him because it wasn't a color he would have chosen had the choice been up to him alone. Some detail work had been colored a strange mix between azure and forest green. He could tell which it was closer it but he knew that it was a nice enough color all its own. The former five. Together again for one last mission. It feels like it's just a continuation of the past… Like we just took a short break away from fighting… How odd…

Une watched the expressions closely of each pilot, their expressions brightening her heart fully. At first, she'd felt as though she were forcing them into this. And that was something she had really not wanted to do. To force them back into a battle with the possibility of blood and gore and horrid death… it would be ripping her still beating heart out of her chest. She hadn't been sure if they'd wanted to really do it before, but now seeing those expressions… It was like she was giving them an opportunity to glimpse into the midst of their old lives. The strange thing was that it seemed they wanted to look back. One would think with their past, their memories, they would want to forget as much as they could and the sooner the better. But them… No, they were unique all in themselves. These are strong men standing before me. Stronger than any before them, and any that could possibly come. I'm so proud to be working alongside them.

"Can I please, for the love of god, check out the cockpit??" Duo broke the awestruck silence with his extremely impatient voice.

Une smiled softly and nodded her consent, "They're yours. Please be cautious, but you are free to do as you please with them as of now."

And so the day was mostly populated with the five of them drooling on their suits and the occasional outbreak from Duo.

"HELLS YES!"

"MAXWELL! SHUT UP!"

"PROBLEM CHANG?!"

"YES, YOUR INCAPABILITY TO KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!"

"BITE ME!"

"GGRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

"THE TWO OF YOU!"

A soft laugh rang through the cluttered and yet mostly empty warehouse, causing turned heads, dropped items and a silence like no other.

"Well, I was wondering when you'd show up Rai." Une said to the woman standing quietly at her side.

"I had to look at all the stuff for my bitch job. Hey Hee-chan. What's goin'?" she smiled brightly and after a breif wave she went back to her observation.

With her wave they all simply went back to what they had been doing before her entrance, one of them now brooding. Duo Maxwell was not pleased with Heeros apparent change in preference. Not pleased in the least.

{({({I'm sorry! dodges things being thrown at her I know, I'm in trouble with you guys. Not only did I take forever to post, it's shot, AND I gave you a slight cliff hanger. dodges more things Apologies! Fear not, my updates will most likely become more frequent when school starts. And, no, I'm not dead as of yet. So please watch for the next chapter, it'll be out in a jiff {not really, you can pray though}. Byes!})})