Deathscythe floated in front of the scene of the wrecked fragments of broken mobile dolls as the rebel suits warily, but respectably, faced the gundam that saved them from being blasted to smithereens.
Duo pushed the button for voice communication, not to keen to reveal the face of a gundam terrorist even to potential allies. His voice deepened slightly, and he tried to speak as monotonously as possible to prevent voice identification.
"This is gundam pilot 02. Identify yourselves." Not bad, Duo thought, although there could be much more original ways of greeting people.
There was a short burst of static before an almost snakelike voice hissed in reply.
"I'm very pleased to meet such a skilled gundam pilot like yourself. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the leader of White Fang, a rebel group for the colonies against the oppressive presence of Earth. We fight for the freedom and welfare of the colonies, just like the Gundams." A pause, as if the voice was waiting for his words to sink in, evidently expecting a reaction.
When silence was the only answer received, the leader cleared his throat, then continued in a grim tone. "You were betrayed by the colonies. I understand that you must be rather shocked and disappointed. But the words you heard are the feeling of only a small part of the population, the manipulated powerful politicians. All in all, it is you gundam pilots and Gundams that represent the righteous justice that the oppressed colonies must exact from Earth." The voice finished passionately.
"You ask me to join you."
"I plead to your belief that you are one of the five champions of the colonies, to defend them."
"…No."
The White Fang leader's voice tensed, and he said harshly, "Why? Just when the colonies need your support the most, you will turn your head and watch them suffer under Earth's oppression? You traitor!"
"You are my enemy." Duo said, his voice as cold as ice. His expressive violet eyes darkened as he looked at the White Fang Leos hovering defensively before him. Duo resisted the urge to roll his eyes as some suits tried to subtly move to surround him. Idiots. They were piloting suits inferior to the advanced quick-reacting mobile dolls that Deathscythe had so effortlessly destroyed in under five minutes, and they thought that they could disarm him?
"You has erred and mistaken my role. I am no weapon for you to use in your foolish ideals. The Earth and Space Colonies are connected. My role is to create true peace and understanding between the two. In that manner, I eliminate anything that gets in my way."
