okay, I know that all the Gundams were destroyed in the Endless Waltz, but we can ignore it. kicks video under the bed see? All better. And I do NOT own Gundam Wing or anything like that. I just want to write about it. So please don't sue me seeing the only thing I have that's worth anything is my mind, and I like it in my head please. ;
He was in space again, dark, bleak, silent space, the graveyard where many souls were freed from mortality in the wars. No more explosions were seen, for now anyway. A fragile peace was made, but war would come again, as history has taught us.
Nothing disturbed him except the engines humming softly and the messages; the ones from seemingly nowhere. He ship eased to a slower pace, a tractor beam had a lock on it now. It would take a while before he would be allowed in security was high at this Colony. Of course, this one, ZY768, was the furthest from any station or help. It was a fortunate thing that his rebuilt Gundam had a cloaking device, a very good thing.
He turned his chair to a side panel, where video messages were sent to and from other ships, Colonies, bases, ect. He pressed a button, and a video screen popped up, ready to transmit his message.
"This is Heero on the ship The Rising Sun, requesting entry," he said, leaning back into the chair.
After a moment, a computer's voice answered," Identification verified. Request for entry granted. Welcome ship Rising Sun."
Heero switched to a different screen and Duo's face appeared," I'm going in."
"Preparations here are ready," he answered back. "This better be worth it."
The ship lurched forward, and the metal doors of the Colony opened just enough for the ship to enter, before slamming shut again. Heero turned off the lights, for the ceiling lights were enough. Only a few other ships and one mobile suit, probably a Mobile Doll for protection, were in the Hold.
"I'm in," Heero said, turning back to Duo.
"Good luck buddy," Duo said, giving him the thumbs up.
Heero turned off the screen, and opened the hatch. He jumped to the floor and landed lightly, gravity wasn't at normal force here. But that would change once he was in the Colony's living quarters.
The hatch closed, and Heero went forward. Soon, a large window and a room appeared to the side of the door where he could enter the Colony. Two people, dressed in navy blue, watched Heero leisurely as he entered the Colony.
The Colony had grass, trees, and buildings in a circular plain. There were even some fair weather clouds floating around. To the sides were some patches of bare metal to remind the people that they were inside of a machine.
As planned, Trowa was there, leaning against a tree. He didn't even have to open his eyes to know who had come," Welcome Heero. So, this is where we traced those messages to."
"Yah," Heero nodded. "That's what Duo said. They also seemed to lead you here, no matter how they tried to cover up the location."
Trowa opened his eyes," She's somewhere in this Colony, near the center I think. Where else would she get a strong enough signal from inside here to project messages?"
"A ship," Heero answered, folding his arms. "She could be a stowaway."
"True," Trowa said. "But wouldn't they have led to a ship."
But then where, Heero thought.
"Come on," Trowa said, turning away. "We can worry about finding that girl later. For right now, we have a mission."
Heero nodded and followed Trowa to his apartment. Trowa had dropped the circus act to follow a trail of messages by a girl that said she knew about his past. They turned out to be fake and part of a plot to start another war. But Heero's messages were different, and from a different place. That would be ignored between the both of them for now; they had a job to do.
"Do you know where their HQ is at," Heero asked.
"Yah," Trowa said as he went into a back room. "And all we need is that scrambler of Duo's and we're in."
"Duo said he was working on it. But for now, we should try to get some information that the scrambler wouldn't be able to get us," Heero answered.
"Having a scrambler makes it seem too easy," Trowa said, coming back to the front and looking out a window. "I liked it better when we did things the 'old fashioned' way."
"Things change," Heero said, leaning back into the couch. "Technology advances and people adapt to it. It's supposed to make it harder for people like us in the long run."
"But we find a way to get around the new technology and advance ourselves," Trowa continued. "Then we force the people to do nothing than advance themselves."
"There's more to life than debating it and society's flaws," Duo's voice yelled from Trowa's transmitter he had in the living room. "You two have to be depressed or something."
Heero looked over at the transmitter," Did you get that scrambler done yet?"
"Yah," Duo answered. "Download it onto a disk. It's a virus that will take months for 'em to clean up."
"We only need a few minutes to get this done," Heero said, leaning further back into the couch. "But if we can make sure that they won't be able to start another war again, that's alright with me."
"Well sorry," Duo said in his most sarcastic tone. "I didn't know I needed your permission, Heero."
"Stop it," Trowa said in a mild tone, putting in a disk into a slot. "Here's a disk to download that virus onto."
Duo was silent for a moment, and then his voice had a happier tone," There! Now, go make us known to all the Underground that we don't want any more wars."
"Whatever," Heero muttered.
Trowa only shook his head and held a small smile.
Duo turned off his transmitter, thinking on how he got himself mixed up in this at all.
