Night Gundam 06
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam stuff. I only wish I owned them. The only characters I have created are Solen Kytel and Chilla Kytel. I did design their Gundams based on those from Gundam Wing.
Author's notes: Hey peoples! This is my first story out here on the web. But I have been writing for ages. So... I hope all goes well!
A new meaning...
Heero wasn't sure where he was. He remembered a battle; he remembered his gundam going non-operational; then...
He must have been knocked out in battle. He couldn't remember past that. That still didn't explain where he was now. He sat up and looked around. Somewhere indistinctly behind him someone moved around. He turned and reached for his gun- only to find out he didn't have it.
"Well, I'm glad to see you up!" a cheery voice said. Heero had to do a double take. The person that spoke was most defiantly female, but had such a strong resemblance to Duo that Heero would have said she was his sister. The girl was tall and slim. She obviously was in shape; just by the way she carried herself. She had deep blue eyes and a long brown braid that would have put Duo's to shame. She smiled at him as he looked her over. "My name's Chilla Kytel. Solen will be here in a moment, Heero, so I'd better get out of here so she can talk to you!" Chilla bustled out of the room humming to herself.
Heero slid out of the bed and looked around the room in hope of something to defend himself with. Nothing. They knew his name, so they must know how dangerous he can be. He let a smile play across his lips. Something he only did when no one was looking. This was like the good old days; he hadn't been kidnapped in years.
He looked up at the ceiling. There weren't even any ducts to escape threw.
"I expected to find you waiting for me," a voice behind him spoke suddenly.
Heero whirled around to face a new girl. She was defiantly different than the first. She was a little shorter than he, long gold hair, strange green-tawny eyes that flashed dangerously. "I guess I should have known you'd be out of the rhythm. Usually you'd have been waiting to knock me out instead of staring at the ceiling."
'How long has she been standing there?' Heero wondered absently. "How do you know me?" he asked tonelessly.
She gave the merest hint of a smile, I know much more than you think. The other pilots will be here to get you soon enough. Till then, make yourself at home. Chilla is working on your Gundam right now. Don't try to escape." She walked out of the room pausing a moment to give him a beckoning look.
He followed willingly. He was intrigued by her. In a way, she reminded him of himself during the war. He had changed since. It had taken a lot of time and will power, but what else did he have no that the war was over?
She came to a computerized door and entered the access code. He followed her in, and gasped. It was a port! Two huge Gundams took up most of the space; he could see his Gundam stuffed away in a corner, dwarfed in comparison to theirs. The Gundams were twice the size of WingZero, and his one of the largest of the original five. The closest one was RoseRed. A deep red color accented by sliver and black only highlighted its swift capabilities, obvious by its slim form. He could see Chilla hunched over working diligently on the computer bank beside it, evaluating and re-evaluating its performance. The farthest was Darkstar, black and gold gave elegance to its menacing look.
His own Gundam was hooked up to countless wires and systems, analyzing its every problem and all the damage done to it in the battle.
The computer must havesome sort of mega node. How else could they keep track of so much info on their gundams? Heero thought in awe.