((here's chapter 6. man i'm just on a roll for now. soon i'll go back into dormancy, but hopefully not a two-year one ))

Relena Peacecraft, although no one called her that anymore, was on a mission to help stableize the economies of the colonies and the Earth United Nation. She knew that it was dangerous, but she had been in greater dangers before. She had also heard a rumor that a Gundam had been spotted in the South Pacific on an island, so she knew that if she did dig herself into a hole, one of the Gundam pilots would be there to dig her out again.

It's been awhile since she heard from Heer and she longed to see him again. He had saved her life too many times for her not not love him, although she often wondered if he felt the same way.

"Vice Minister Darlian," her attendent said, trying to pull Relena's head from the clouds. "The meetings's going to start soon. Shouldn't you be preparing your speach?"

"Oh, yes," Relena said absent-mindly, shuffling her note cards in order. She could hear the number of voices growing inside the hall. She couldn't afford to be nervous now, too much was at stake.

Relena inhaled deeply, to prepare herself to make her arguement to aloow the colonies to trade freely with the Earth. It's been sparking anger that could ignite another war. And that would make all her work go to waste.

"They're ready now," a man said, leading Relena to a podeum.

She surveyed the room, all the unblinking eyes of soul-hungry wolves ready to take hers and rip it to pieces stared back at her. She waited for silence before she began.

The chit-chatter stopped, and all eyes were upon her. She cleared her throat and began.

"The colonies and the Earth United Nation have had a wavering peace these past two years. Scars are begining to heal and cuts are begining to close," Relena began. "We must strive to keep this peace alive instead of killing it and creating another war. It is only now the true fight for peace begins. And I for one don't intend of letting it die."

The room filled with polite thunderous applause. She hadn't won them yet, but that may never happen for the majority of them.

"The colnies and the Earth have had faultering and unstable economies since the end of the war," Relena began again, getting more passonate with her cause. "But with coorperation, we can prevent war and save both economies!"

The rest of the speach went well, or so Relena assured herself. If she failed at this, well, failure was not an option. She couldn't bear the thought that more people like Heero, cold and almost heartless, would be needed. Soilders, like Zechs; torn away from family and left to the confusion of the battlefeild. Kind hearts like Quatre, being used to kill others it just wasn't right.

"Miss Relena," a young girl cried, running up to her. "Are you Miss Relena?"

"Yes," Relena answered to humor the child.

"Wow! Can I ask you something," she asked inocently.

"Of course," Relena answered.

"Do you belive in angels?"

"Yes, why?"

"Papa said I am an angel, fallen from heaven to explore the world," the girl answered, twirling in her white dress, encrested with pearls on the bottom. She had short blonde hair and eyes as clear as the bright sky. "And to those who believe me, can see my wings.

"Can you see my wings, Miss Relena?"

Relena thought a moment, "Yes, I can see your beautiful white wings."

The young girl smiled and ran to a woman across the room, "See Mama! Papa told me I had wings and Miss Relena saw them! Soon, I'll be able to fly with him in heaven!"

Relena turned away to board the shuttle that would carry her off to one of the B6 colonies, where most of the economic pleauge had taking its force upon. She sighed heavily, so many lives have been lost already, was more bloodshed truely neccisary?

She took another glance at the fatherless child, and smiled. She was doing it for the people like her; the ones innocent. Like she once was.

"Miss Darlian," her attendent called. "It is time to depart. We do not want to be late for the meeting and anger the colnies further."

"Yes," Relena said sadly. "I guess you're right."

She boarded the transport, sitting comfrontably in the cushioned seat. She listened to the engine's soft humming and stared out the window. As the Earth fell away, she sighed. Two years ago, it wasn't so peaceful and serene. How much the world in which she lived in had changed!

Halfway to the B6 area, a strage voice came over the P.A.

"She said that you were an angel, Relena. So that must make me a demon."

"Who are you," Relena yelled.

"Us of the B6 colonies are not happy with your slow progress. Soon, you will take the Earth's side and leave the colonies for dead. We can't let that happen."

"I am trying to save the peace," Relena countered. "Not destroy it!"

"Oh, I'm sure that is true, but the rest of them must understand. Those who have never witnessed the colonies' struggles must see it from our way, somehow. You, like Oceana, are innocent towards the facts of war. Two angels, innocent, caught up somehow in the grips of Hell."

"What are you trying to accomplish," Relena asked sternly.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No."

"The rise of the colonies as an economic empire. But Earth doesn't share our views. In that case, they must be beaten into submission."

"Who are you," Relena asked, horrified.

"A ghost from the battlefeild. And you, Relena Darlian, will become a ghost as well if you do not cooperate with our demands."

"Then what do you plan to do with me," Relena asked.

"First off, to lure the one who escaped from us. The rest will follow accordingly."

Heero. . .