This piece of fanfiction is my first cross-over! Characters from Robotech, Ronin Warriors, Gundam Wing and maybe even Trigun will appear. I hope you all enjoy.
I do not own any of these animes of their respective characters.
– Minmay
Tales of the Supposedly Deceased"I'm terribly sorry, Lieutenant Grant. We did everything we could for him. But there was massive internal hemorrhaging, and – he had just lost too much blood."
Claudia shook her head slowly; she heard the words, understood what they meant, but they made no sense to her. She was looking down at Roy's unmoving body, not believing he was dead.
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Just then, Treize allowed his defenses to open and Wufei's beam trident struck his MS, the Tallgeese II, dead center. Treize's dying words praised Wufei's battle prowess and once again Wufei was without a victory in a fight against his rival.
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With his armor now belonging to the last of the Ancient One's clan, Anubis smiled contently as he leaned heavily on the railing.
"You've come back to us, Kayura." He spoke to her softly. Eyes drooping and his grip lessening, Anubis teetered over the edge of the bridge and into the waters below.
Yuli ran into the water and looked at the former Warlord of Cruelty's now lifeless form. Tears cascaded down the young boy's face and a wail escaped his mouth for the loss of such a selfless warrior.
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Little did Claudia, Colonel Une or even Lady Kayura know, those three brave men weren't dead. It was actually well placed clones that had died instead of them. Clones courtesy of the Robotech Masters and Zentraedi. And what of the men that supposedly died? There were actually at a poker game…
"I will meet your thousand, Anubis. And I will raise you one thousand." The blue-eyed aristocrat said calmly and pushed his chips forward into the pile. Not even a confident smirk crossed the man's face.
Roy Fokker chuckled nervously and set his cards down. "I fold." He said to the dealer, who was none other than the Ancient One, Kaos, himself. Kaos turned his gaze towards his protégé, Anubis.
The red-haired man lowered his cards to the table in defeat. "I fold as well."
Kaos nodded and spoke, "Treize wins another game. Care to show us the winning hand, colonel?"
"Certainly, sir." Treize set his cards on the table for all to see. "A pair of two's."
The blonde and red-headed players blanched upon seeing the horrid hand. Either of them could've easily beaten Treize, if it hadn't been for his damnable perfect poker face. Not believing his luck, Anubis walked over to the refrigerator and opened it…only to find they were out of beer. He looked around the room to find several cases' worth of bottles lying haphazardly in odd places.
Wow…we actually drank that much? He asked himself, then out loud he announced, "We're out of beer. Somebody know anyone that can go get us some?"
Treize Khushrenada raised his hand slightly, "I believe I know of someone. Gentlemen, if you will excuse me." A round of nods from the others and he left.
The Specials leader made his way towards the laptop in the other room. The only inclination that he had imbibed of the alcohol was the less-then-straight steps he was taking. He sat down at the desk and his hands flew across the keyboard. The screen went black, the words 'Connecting you to outer space' the only thing marring the screen from being completely blank.
Soon a familiar platinum-haired man appeared on-screen. Can you imagine his surprise at seeing a man he thought dead staring back at him?
"Treize?" the man's voice belied his unemotional features.
"Hello, my friend. What would you be doing at this moment in time?" The aristocrat asked.
"Trying to do battle with 01's pilot…who just took off to save earth along with the rest of the pilots. Libra is falling." Milliardo replied calmly, "Do you need something?"
"Actually yes. A few gentlemen and I are playing poker and it seems we've run out of beverages."
A single chuckle passed the Peacecraft's lips, "I'll finish things up here and bring the alcohol but on one condition."
A rare smile crossed Treize's face, "We'll have a seat ready for you when you arrive."
Soon after their conversation ended Treize was back in the kitchen, quite satisfied with his work. Questioning gazes turned towards him as he took his seat at the poker table.
"An old friend of mine will be stopping by shortly." He supplied.
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Heero had nothing left but his self-detonation switch and a solemn good-bye for Relena on his mind when a battered Epyon appeared. Milliardo proceeds to tell Heero that the new world will need people like him and to let himself take the job of self-detonating. Heero reluctantly leaves and the Peacecraft self-detonates…or so everyone thinks.
Time to run that beer and Wild Turkey to Treize. Milliardo thought as he escapes the blast unharmed.