Galaxy Shonen Quatre
Episode 03: "Let's Get to the Show"
The world rumbled chaotically with vicious ferocity. Quatre woke quickly, being jerked around badly. He caught himself, and rushed over to the clock, and turned it off. It was a good thing he was very quick today. The house was saved from horrible damage.
"Hay Sally!" Quatre yelled at the box. "It's a weekend, I don't need to get up."
An image of Sally appeared in front of him. She smiled at him, in a very warm motherly way. "I just wanted to help you get ready for the talent show." She tilted her head to the side, and closed her eyes softly.
"Thanks for looking out for me, Sally. You are a true friend." He spoke. "But I can sleep in some more on the weekend."
"Sure thing, my dear Quatre. You go back to sleep now." She warmly said.
"Thank you again Sally, you really are a goddess." He spoke
She disappeared after a little bow. He then went back into his bed, and snuggled back into the covers. He would need extra sleep. He had missed a lot, watching all those videos of Poly-Arms all night long. He closed his eyes and settled into sleep. Tonight he would be at the talent show and would again see his love.
The Wing-Zero-One flew at supersonic speed across the sky, scaling a large distance over the land. The land of course was pretty much all urban bellow the plane. The growth of the city, and its population caused such to happen over a long time.
Heero was very angry. He did not like to retreat from battle. The odds were against him. He was out numbered and he even had to face Quatre. A soldier should never underestimate his opponents. He made that mistake. He could have killed at least two of them he was sure, but his death, with out success of the mission is unacceptable. He had screwed this one up, and was going to pay for it. He was not to try until the Talent Show, but that blasted Poly-Arms.
Suddenly another Gundem came into sight coming the opposite direction as he was flying. It was white, and black in color, and had the buckler, and large pulse mortar cannon, and the jet engines of the Tallgees. They passed closely, and the Tallgees turned to fallow the Wing-Zero-One.
Heero did not like that. What did Zechs want now? He could not kill him now though. Not in his position. Zechs, and his superiors still held him tightly. The Wing-Zero-One changed at his command. In seconds it became humanoid, form its airplane form. He readied if Zechs was hopping for combat.
The Tallgees approached, and hovered in place, trying to look as threating as possible. Then that voice of his came out. "What are you doing? Heero Yui."
"I failed in my mission. I will try again at the talent show." He spoke with anger.
"Good." Zechs commented. "Make sure that you kill Quatre. If you do this then you will live."
Hereo, made a move to aim his beam cannon to Zechs. He could kill him now.
"Don't move. I can simply make you self detonate if I need to." Zechs threatened. "I do want my fight with you. But that can't happen till Quatre is dead."
"Understood." Heero spoke.
The Tallgees moved out and flew far away up farther into the sky. He headed up, likely planning to break orbit. Heero, did not care. He needed to prepare. Then when he was finished, he would kill Treize; and Zechs if he needed to. He new who his real enemy was, and they should die by his own hands.
Quatre, stood at his closet, trying on clothes. He needed to look presentable for the Talent Show. He would be able to steal the show, and then he could be with Poly-Arms. Man, was he dreamy.
Duo, sat on his bunk, nibbling on a whole load of chips. He did not need to worry, he would just be watching from the front row, cheering his good buddy on. Quatre had to give his best. So he could win, and so everyone watching can have a good time. It took a while to filter through all his clothes. He seemed to always have more then anyone else. He came to the perfect thing. He would dress in his casual. No one would expect that, and everyone think it was cool.
In no time he had on his nice slacks, and long-sleeved buttoned shirt. The small modest tie then wrapped nicely around his neck. He brushed his hand through his bushy blond hair. "Perfect he said."
Duo, spoke up through the crunching of chips being stuffed into his mount. "You look just like you always do. What the deal."
"Well if this is the look for me. I guess then I cant fight it." Quatre said with a laugh.
"I think that's a little crazy." Duo said.
"You really think so? " He asked.
Due jumped off the bunk, with his long braid trailing behind like always. He came to Quatre, and leaned over his shoulder to look at the image in the mirror.
"You always dress like this." Duo once again pointed out. "I would think of something else. After all you need to attract attention of all the girls."
Quatre, thought for a second about all the girls that would be there. Then he thought of Heero, and of Poly-Arms. Mentally he began to drool. "Your right, Duo. I need to impress them. The girls that is." He said with a smile.
"That's more like." Duo said, stuffing bread stick into his mouth. With in a second it disappeared.
"So what do I need to do?" Quatre asked.
Well let's try something out. Duo quickly ripped apart the room finding various things here and there. There was apiece there, and apiece here. Soon Quatre found himself in a completely different look.
"Wow! Duo. I never new you had such fashion sense, with you always wearing that strange black suit of yours." Quatre commented on how his dress was.
He was in much more formal looking attire. He has a white shirt, with black pants, and little boots. It had a little scarf, fluffing out from his neck. It held around his body quite oddly. It seemed to show his build very much. If he had been more bulky then he would never be able to move.
"Hay, don't knock my priest outfit." Duo said point his fingers towards himself.
"Sorry. But where did you get all this stuff?" Quatre asked.
"Oh, just call it an odd party costume." Duo said with a evil looking grin.
"That is nice."
"Well Now that you are ready, lets walk to the talent show." Duo sujested
"Ok, lets go. A nice walk will be great before the compition begins." Quatre yelled.
They gather all the things they would need. Quatre got his Violin, and a little slip with things to remember to say. Then he got his ticket to the competition; the one that will let him compete. The one he got free in the mail only a few days ago. He has been so excited that he never though about who had enter him into the contest in first place. Which of his wonderful friends did it. He would find out after wards. He needs to give his thanks. He new it was not Trowa, or Wufie, and if Duo had, he would have said something. There were to many possibilities.
They walked out the front door and began a nice slow walk. The sun was still up, and the day was just beautiful. For Duo, he had to also stop by a place to eat. A little dinner would be nice Quatre thought to him self. He then could also treat him self to a little goody for desert.
A good place came into sight as they rounded another corner. It was a little café, that served good food. It also had good tea. He knew Duo knew the menu to this place very well. He knew all the places to eat in the entire city.
"Yes!" Duo yelled out. "Lets eat there. There food is just great."
Quatre smiled at his friend, and simply nodded in answer.
"Yes!" He yelled, and began to run towards the café.
Quatre then began to chase him. "Lets race."
"He… he… Your on!" Duo yelled.
They both jogged as fast as they could towards the door. Duo jumped ahead, using his head start to a good advantage. The door busted open as they rushed in. They then quickly found an empty table and sat with speed. Duo made it there a few seconds first.
"Ha. I win." Duo jested.
"You only won, because you got the head start." Quatre said with a smile.
"Well, I will have to order some extra to get back the energy from that little run." Duo commented.
Quatre looked around for a waitron. He saw her, then he the yelled. "Hay! Releena! Over here."
Duo whispered. "Oh no!."
Releena slowly turned her head to look at who called her name. She found them and stared at them carefully.
"Oh… Qua… tre…" She said steadily.
"Ya. Its me. What are you…" He began to speak.
"What… are… do… ing…" She continued to speak.
Quatre again began to speak more but then decided to wait. But kept trying to urge Releena on faster.
"… here… It… is… a… maz… ing… that… we… should… meet… like… this…" She said.
"We are having a little bit to eat then heading to the Talent Show. I am going to be participating in it." Quatre said.
"If we ever get away before se finished a sentence that is." Duo whispered.
"That… is… won… der… full… Qua… tre… Can… I… also… come… to… the… show..? I… think… it… would… be… fun… to… go…" She asked nicely.
"Sure Releena. We would love for you to join us. You can see me perform." Quatre said happily.
"Thank… you… Qua… tre… You… Have… a… good… heart…" She continued.
She then turned a why. And began to slowly walk out. She would need a head start if she intended to arrive in time for the show. Quatre was really happy now. He can sure this fun even with one more friend.
Duo leand on his hand with his eyes closed. "Man oh, man… Will she even make it by the time the entire show is done?"
"Sure she will, Duo. She may not move fast, but she likes to have fun just like us." Quatre spoke.
"I hope I wont regret you inviting her." He said. Then yelled out. "Hay I am starving over here, some one get their butt here with some food."
Quatre smiled. Duo is just the same as always, happy, grumpy, but always with a good heart, and empty stomach.
The Libra orbited slowly and calmly in the soundless dept of space. The earth was very large, and it circled quite quickly like all other spacecraft. In it large star shape it held over the earth, ready to protect it, and to protect Quatre at any time.
Sally Po stood in the command room, observing everything in the area. Predominantly she watched Quatre. He had entered into a café, likely to feed his good friend Duo. She was looking forward to watch the Talent Show. Such events were always fun, and Quatre would perform. She had a lot of respect for him, and her duty did not go against some fun.
A blip came up on her screen, showing something approaching. It was the Tallgeese. The Lightning Baron's Gundem. She wondered what Zechs would want with here. The members of the Earth military had no problem with her. Oz, and the Specials did not ever express and objection. But at the same time, both never did much cooperation. They did not have much periodic contact. Perhaps it is time over do.
A radio message came to her, which she expected. "I wish permission to come aboard Sally Po. I need to speak to you."
"Permission granted Zechs. The members of Oz, and the military are always welcome." She said.
Several moments later Zechs Marquise entered her command room. He war read, white, and black. His distinct silver helmet on his head showed paranoia of revealing his face. She new he had something to hide. It was something in his the past. But it was a problem that only he could sort out for himself.
"Welcome." Sally said peacefully. "What is it you need to talk about?"
He looked at her a minute. Seemingly thinking. Then he spoke. "I bring a message, from his Excellency Treise Kushrenada, the commander of Oz. He wants to give you some important information. As you know, Quatre, in danger. A boy with a Gundem tried to assassinate him just yesterday while at school."
"Yes I know," she said concerned. "But he and his friends drove him off. Luckily I did not need to intervene."
"Unfortunately, according to his excellency, that he was only trying to test their power." Zechs said. "We think he will try the real strike at the Talent Show."
"No…" Sally said. "That could be a large problem."
"I am thinking the same. Treise wishes to request your assistance in protecting Quatre. He thinks there are also others in the conspiracy to kill our beloved Quatre."
"It that bad, that even the military plans to guard Quatre." Sally inquired.
"Usually in the past we would leave you, and Poly-Arms to do that task. You both enjoy it, and we gladly would like to continue to respect that." Zechs spoke almost biting his tong.
"I understand. How can I help in your plan?" Sally said.
"His Excellency requests that you take your ship down to a very low orbit, right over the stadium, that the Talent Show will be held. Some Oz mobile suits would join you. We also are going to pace our forces around the area, to help with security. Our hope is to be seen, and detour the attacker from attempting an assassination. The Lebra is much better at presenting such a detouring factor, then our own force. Additionally we will be ready to move, if the attacker shows, which sadly I have a feeling he will."
"It is not a bad plan, but this only solves the problem for today. What about in the future."
"Exactly. But we plan to set up an ambush to lure in the assassin after the show, with the help of Quatre himself. Its just tonight we do not have the time to prepare a proper apprehension. It he attacks though then we must stop him, and we will not worry about caching him later."
"I am glad you came to me with this. I should also inform all of his friends." Sally spoke. "They too can help."
Zechs injected at that moment. "That will be unnecessary. All of his friends are already going to be present at the Talent show. They are also already on guard do to the previous encounter."
"That makes some sense. But it would be nice to inform them, so that we all can cooperate." Sally said.
"You are right. Inform them at your leisure." Zechs said.
"I appreciate you informing me. I really wish to thank you." Sally said.
"This will bring in a new relationship between Oz and you the Goddess Sally. Lets hope this plays out to the end of the first act." Zechs said, and began to turn, walking off. "I must be off now. We all have our part to contribute."
"God seed, Lightning Baron." Sally said peacefully.
This will become a very desperate situation. As long as she lived no one will harm Quatre. She would live or die by that vow. The situation is various serious, if the military is involved. This boy, with the Gundem is probably just a thug. There may be a larger and darker power directing it. If there was not enough people who already had there minds set on controlling or destroying the universe.
Quatre and Duo walked to the gate of the stadium. There was a huge crowd surrounding the place they looked for a seat, and admission. Quatre looked up to the large sign projected up on the side of the building. It said, Ultimate Galactic Talent Show: Featuring Poly-Arms, and Quatre. He was amazed at how they can adjust all the ads up to the last minute to account for his entrance. Of course they may have had more time to know he was entered, whenever that happened.
They got to the line and saw Trowa, and Wufei, and Hildi waiting in line.
"Hay everyone!" Quatre yelled.
They turned and greeted him.
"How are you?" Trowa spoke.
"I am fine." Quatre answered.
"I am a bit hungry." Duo spoke.
Wufei had a rolled up poster and hit Duo over the head. "A weak one like you is always hungry. In capable one bit of fighting his own temptations."
"Ouch, man, that hurts." Duo companied.
"It seems that there will be an interesting show tonight." Trowa commented. "We checked, and they actually let Wufei enter the competition."
"Yes! All those weak will fall." Wufei boasted.
Hildi pulled Duo's head close to her eyes, to look at were he was hit. "Are you ok?"
"Ya, I am good." Duo spoke. "Wufei is quite a bully."
She looked at his head closely some more. "Well you're right, it is not bad, good thing he used only a poster this time." Hildi commented.
"Hay you going to do my hair or something, let my head go." Duo said.
"Ok, You are truly one who has to run around free." Hildi said with a laugh. "Here have a rice ball." She let him go and pulled out a sphere made of rice.
Duo took it out of her hand, and then embraced her with his arms, and his eyes closed. "Thank you for the rice ball. I love you. I love you." He yelled.
Hildi smiled, holding back a complete explosion of laughter. "He sure likes free snakes."
"He sure dose." Quatre added wit ha smile.
"He is weak." Wufei said folding his arms.
"Master Quatre!" A deep voice yelled.
He turned to see Rasid walking towards him. He had not seen him in several days. "Hay! Rasid, what's up?"
"You are in danger, Sally just told us." Rasid said.
Three other men came out of the crowd showing them selves. They dressed as some sort of Arabian type closes. One wore strange rounded sunglasses. He had never seen the guys before. That was odd.
"Ah, who are these guys?"
"Ha, master Quatre. These are Abdul, Ahmad, and Auda, I thought you would not recognizes them." He said with a smile.
"Wow!" Quatre yelled. "You guys now have human forms? They are neat."
Ahmad, gave a sly look, and spoke. "And they are real chick magnets too."
Abdul thwacked him on the head with a poster; just the same Wufei did to Duo. He did not even move as if he had not even noticed. He then spoke again. "Well it is good cover to protect you, master."
Rasid then spoke. "Please be careful Master Quatre. That boy would tried to kill you before will definitely come back. We will be around watching for him at all times. But still be careful your self."
"Oh, come on Rasid." Quatre said. "I don't think Heero would try that during the Tallent Show. Everyone is going to be here."
Rasid pointed up. "Look master Quatre."
Quatre looked up into the sky. He saw a small cross shape far straight up. He was impressed. "Hay! It is Sally. Even she came to watch first hand."
"No master Quatre," Rasid said. "She is here to protect you."
"He is right," Hildi yelled out. As she and Duo were wrestling with another rice ball. "Sally called me and told me to be here for the same thing. Of course I was already coming to watch.
"She even called me." Wufei said. "Likely first knowing how pathetic you all are."
"I guess I actually get to watch, with out being involved in anything Trowa said.
"Wow. And you all came for me. You guys are the greatest."
"Hell... o… guys…" Releena called out. "I… am… fin… all… y… here… And… Sal… ly… al… so… called… me…"
Everyone said hello in there own way. She slowly walked up to them. Ready to join them for a fun festive night of partying. Everyone really was here. It will be exciting.
"Ok, everyone, lets get in and find our seats." Hildi shouted.
Every agreed, and they began moving into the stadium. They all found a good spot. Right near the front. The place was crowed beyond belief. When ever one was seated there was remaining Trowa standing. There was no more open seats left.
Trowa made a slow contorted look. "It seems we are a seat short." He commented. "Perhaps I will go and find Catherine, and sit with her." He then gave a little smile.
"Are you sure?" Quatre asked.
"Oh, yes. I am sure." He calmly said.
He walked away slowly, and just as calm as his voice. He always was so smooth, in everything. He always had to go off by himself for something. That was his way though. It was always really funny of him.
Episode 03: "Let's Get to the Show"
The world rumbled chaotically with vicious ferocity. Quatre woke quickly, being jerked around badly. He caught himself, and rushed over to the clock, and turned it off. It was a good thing he was very quick today. The house was saved from horrible damage.
"Hay Sally!" Quatre yelled at the box. "It's a weekend, I don't need to get up."
An image of Sally appeared in front of him. She smiled at him, in a very warm motherly way. "I just wanted to help you get ready for the talent show." She tilted her head to the side, and closed her eyes softly.
"Thanks for looking out for me, Sally. You are a true friend." He spoke. "But I can sleep in some more on the weekend."
"Sure thing, my dear Quatre. You go back to sleep now." She warmly said.
"Thank you again Sally, you really are a goddess." He spoke
She disappeared after a little bow. He then went back into his bed, and snuggled back into the covers. He would need extra sleep. He had missed a lot, watching all those videos of Poly-Arms all night long. He closed his eyes and settled into sleep. Tonight he would be at the talent show and would again see his love.
The Wing-Zero-One flew at supersonic speed across the sky, scaling a large distance over the land. The land of course was pretty much all urban bellow the plane. The growth of the city, and its population caused such to happen over a long time.
Heero was very angry. He did not like to retreat from battle. The odds were against him. He was out numbered and he even had to face Quatre. A soldier should never underestimate his opponents. He made that mistake. He could have killed at least two of them he was sure, but his death, with out success of the mission is unacceptable. He had screwed this one up, and was going to pay for it. He was not to try until the Talent Show, but that blasted Poly-Arms.
Suddenly another Gundem came into sight coming the opposite direction as he was flying. It was white, and black in color, and had the buckler, and large pulse mortar cannon, and the jet engines of the Tallgees. They passed closely, and the Tallgees turned to fallow the Wing-Zero-One.
Heero did not like that. What did Zechs want now? He could not kill him now though. Not in his position. Zechs, and his superiors still held him tightly. The Wing-Zero-One changed at his command. In seconds it became humanoid, form its airplane form. He readied if Zechs was hopping for combat.
The Tallgees approached, and hovered in place, trying to look as threating as possible. Then that voice of his came out. "What are you doing? Heero Yui."
"I failed in my mission. I will try again at the talent show." He spoke with anger.
"Good." Zechs commented. "Make sure that you kill Quatre. If you do this then you will live."
Hereo, made a move to aim his beam cannon to Zechs. He could kill him now.
"Don't move. I can simply make you self detonate if I need to." Zechs threatened. "I do want my fight with you. But that can't happen till Quatre is dead."
"Understood." Heero spoke.
The Tallgees moved out and flew far away up farther into the sky. He headed up, likely planning to break orbit. Heero, did not care. He needed to prepare. Then when he was finished, he would kill Treize; and Zechs if he needed to. He new who his real enemy was, and they should die by his own hands.
Quatre, stood at his closet, trying on clothes. He needed to look presentable for the Talent Show. He would be able to steal the show, and then he could be with Poly-Arms. Man, was he dreamy.
Duo, sat on his bunk, nibbling on a whole load of chips. He did not need to worry, he would just be watching from the front row, cheering his good buddy on. Quatre had to give his best. So he could win, and so everyone watching can have a good time. It took a while to filter through all his clothes. He seemed to always have more then anyone else. He came to the perfect thing. He would dress in his casual. No one would expect that, and everyone think it was cool.
In no time he had on his nice slacks, and long-sleeved buttoned shirt. The small modest tie then wrapped nicely around his neck. He brushed his hand through his bushy blond hair. "Perfect he said."
Duo, spoke up through the crunching of chips being stuffed into his mount. "You look just like you always do. What the deal."
"Well if this is the look for me. I guess then I cant fight it." Quatre said with a laugh.
"I think that's a little crazy." Duo said.
"You really think so? " He asked.
Due jumped off the bunk, with his long braid trailing behind like always. He came to Quatre, and leaned over his shoulder to look at the image in the mirror.
"You always dress like this." Duo once again pointed out. "I would think of something else. After all you need to attract attention of all the girls."
Quatre, thought for a second about all the girls that would be there. Then he thought of Heero, and of Poly-Arms. Mentally he began to drool. "Your right, Duo. I need to impress them. The girls that is." He said with a smile.
"That's more like." Duo said, stuffing bread stick into his mouth. With in a second it disappeared.
"So what do I need to do?" Quatre asked.
Well let's try something out. Duo quickly ripped apart the room finding various things here and there. There was apiece there, and apiece here. Soon Quatre found himself in a completely different look.
"Wow! Duo. I never new you had such fashion sense, with you always wearing that strange black suit of yours." Quatre commented on how his dress was.
He was in much more formal looking attire. He has a white shirt, with black pants, and little boots. It had a little scarf, fluffing out from his neck. It held around his body quite oddly. It seemed to show his build very much. If he had been more bulky then he would never be able to move.
"Hay, don't knock my priest outfit." Duo said point his fingers towards himself.
"Sorry. But where did you get all this stuff?" Quatre asked.
"Oh, just call it an odd party costume." Duo said with a evil looking grin.
"That is nice."
"Well Now that you are ready, lets walk to the talent show." Duo sujested
"Ok, lets go. A nice walk will be great before the compition begins." Quatre yelled.
They gather all the things they would need. Quatre got his Violin, and a little slip with things to remember to say. Then he got his ticket to the competition; the one that will let him compete. The one he got free in the mail only a few days ago. He has been so excited that he never though about who had enter him into the contest in first place. Which of his wonderful friends did it. He would find out after wards. He needs to give his thanks. He new it was not Trowa, or Wufie, and if Duo had, he would have said something. There were to many possibilities.
They walked out the front door and began a nice slow walk. The sun was still up, and the day was just beautiful. For Duo, he had to also stop by a place to eat. A little dinner would be nice Quatre thought to him self. He then could also treat him self to a little goody for desert.
A good place came into sight as they rounded another corner. It was a little café, that served good food. It also had good tea. He knew Duo knew the menu to this place very well. He knew all the places to eat in the entire city.
"Yes!" Duo yelled out. "Lets eat there. There food is just great."
Quatre smiled at his friend, and simply nodded in answer.
"Yes!" He yelled, and began to run towards the café.
Quatre then began to chase him. "Lets race."
"He… he… Your on!" Duo yelled.
They both jogged as fast as they could towards the door. Duo jumped ahead, using his head start to a good advantage. The door busted open as they rushed in. They then quickly found an empty table and sat with speed. Duo made it there a few seconds first.
"Ha. I win." Duo jested.
"You only won, because you got the head start." Quatre said with a smile.
"Well, I will have to order some extra to get back the energy from that little run." Duo commented.
Quatre looked around for a waitron. He saw her, then he the yelled. "Hay! Releena! Over here."
Duo whispered. "Oh no!."
Releena slowly turned her head to look at who called her name. She found them and stared at them carefully.
"Oh… Qua… tre…" She said steadily.
"Ya. Its me. What are you…" He began to speak.
"What… are… do… ing…" She continued to speak.
Quatre again began to speak more but then decided to wait. But kept trying to urge Releena on faster.
"… here… It… is… a… maz… ing… that… we… should… meet… like… this…" She said.
"We are having a little bit to eat then heading to the Talent Show. I am going to be participating in it." Quatre said.
"If we ever get away before se finished a sentence that is." Duo whispered.
"That… is… won… der… full… Qua… tre… Can… I… also… come… to… the… show..? I… think… it… would… be… fun… to… go…" She asked nicely.
"Sure Releena. We would love for you to join us. You can see me perform." Quatre said happily.
"Thank… you… Qua… tre… You… Have… a… good… heart…" She continued.
She then turned a why. And began to slowly walk out. She would need a head start if she intended to arrive in time for the show. Quatre was really happy now. He can sure this fun even with one more friend.
Duo leand on his hand with his eyes closed. "Man oh, man… Will she even make it by the time the entire show is done?"
"Sure she will, Duo. She may not move fast, but she likes to have fun just like us." Quatre spoke.
"I hope I wont regret you inviting her." He said. Then yelled out. "Hay I am starving over here, some one get their butt here with some food."
Quatre smiled. Duo is just the same as always, happy, grumpy, but always with a good heart, and empty stomach.
The Libra orbited slowly and calmly in the soundless dept of space. The earth was very large, and it circled quite quickly like all other spacecraft. In it large star shape it held over the earth, ready to protect it, and to protect Quatre at any time.
Sally Po stood in the command room, observing everything in the area. Predominantly she watched Quatre. He had entered into a café, likely to feed his good friend Duo. She was looking forward to watch the Talent Show. Such events were always fun, and Quatre would perform. She had a lot of respect for him, and her duty did not go against some fun.
A blip came up on her screen, showing something approaching. It was the Tallgeese. The Lightning Baron's Gundem. She wondered what Zechs would want with here. The members of the Earth military had no problem with her. Oz, and the Specials did not ever express and objection. But at the same time, both never did much cooperation. They did not have much periodic contact. Perhaps it is time over do.
A radio message came to her, which she expected. "I wish permission to come aboard Sally Po. I need to speak to you."
"Permission granted Zechs. The members of Oz, and the military are always welcome." She said.
Several moments later Zechs Marquise entered her command room. He war read, white, and black. His distinct silver helmet on his head showed paranoia of revealing his face. She new he had something to hide. It was something in his the past. But it was a problem that only he could sort out for himself.
"Welcome." Sally said peacefully. "What is it you need to talk about?"
He looked at her a minute. Seemingly thinking. Then he spoke. "I bring a message, from his Excellency Treise Kushrenada, the commander of Oz. He wants to give you some important information. As you know, Quatre, in danger. A boy with a Gundem tried to assassinate him just yesterday while at school."
"Yes I know," she said concerned. "But he and his friends drove him off. Luckily I did not need to intervene."
"Unfortunately, according to his excellency, that he was only trying to test their power." Zechs said. "We think he will try the real strike at the Talent Show."
"No…" Sally said. "That could be a large problem."
"I am thinking the same. Treise wishes to request your assistance in protecting Quatre. He thinks there are also others in the conspiracy to kill our beloved Quatre."
"It that bad, that even the military plans to guard Quatre." Sally inquired.
"Usually in the past we would leave you, and Poly-Arms to do that task. You both enjoy it, and we gladly would like to continue to respect that." Zechs spoke almost biting his tong.
"I understand. How can I help in your plan?" Sally said.
"His Excellency requests that you take your ship down to a very low orbit, right over the stadium, that the Talent Show will be held. Some Oz mobile suits would join you. We also are going to pace our forces around the area, to help with security. Our hope is to be seen, and detour the attacker from attempting an assassination. The Lebra is much better at presenting such a detouring factor, then our own force. Additionally we will be ready to move, if the attacker shows, which sadly I have a feeling he will."
"It is not a bad plan, but this only solves the problem for today. What about in the future."
"Exactly. But we plan to set up an ambush to lure in the assassin after the show, with the help of Quatre himself. Its just tonight we do not have the time to prepare a proper apprehension. It he attacks though then we must stop him, and we will not worry about caching him later."
"I am glad you came to me with this. I should also inform all of his friends." Sally spoke. "They too can help."
Zechs injected at that moment. "That will be unnecessary. All of his friends are already going to be present at the Talent show. They are also already on guard do to the previous encounter."
"That makes some sense. But it would be nice to inform them, so that we all can cooperate." Sally said.
"You are right. Inform them at your leisure." Zechs said.
"I appreciate you informing me. I really wish to thank you." Sally said.
"This will bring in a new relationship between Oz and you the Goddess Sally. Lets hope this plays out to the end of the first act." Zechs said, and began to turn, walking off. "I must be off now. We all have our part to contribute."
"God seed, Lightning Baron." Sally said peacefully.
This will become a very desperate situation. As long as she lived no one will harm Quatre. She would live or die by that vow. The situation is various serious, if the military is involved. This boy, with the Gundem is probably just a thug. There may be a larger and darker power directing it. If there was not enough people who already had there minds set on controlling or destroying the universe.
Quatre and Duo walked to the gate of the stadium. There was a huge crowd surrounding the place they looked for a seat, and admission. Quatre looked up to the large sign projected up on the side of the building. It said, Ultimate Galactic Talent Show: Featuring Poly-Arms, and Quatre. He was amazed at how they can adjust all the ads up to the last minute to account for his entrance. Of course they may have had more time to know he was entered, whenever that happened.
They got to the line and saw Trowa, and Wufei, and Hildi waiting in line.
"Hay everyone!" Quatre yelled.
They turned and greeted him.
"How are you?" Trowa spoke.
"I am fine." Quatre answered.
"I am a bit hungry." Duo spoke.
Wufei had a rolled up poster and hit Duo over the head. "A weak one like you is always hungry. In capable one bit of fighting his own temptations."
"Ouch, man, that hurts." Duo companied.
"It seems that there will be an interesting show tonight." Trowa commented. "We checked, and they actually let Wufei enter the competition."
"Yes! All those weak will fall." Wufei boasted.
Hildi pulled Duo's head close to her eyes, to look at were he was hit. "Are you ok?"
"Ya, I am good." Duo spoke. "Wufei is quite a bully."
She looked at his head closely some more. "Well you're right, it is not bad, good thing he used only a poster this time." Hildi commented.
"Hay you going to do my hair or something, let my head go." Duo said.
"Ok, You are truly one who has to run around free." Hildi said with a laugh. "Here have a rice ball." She let him go and pulled out a sphere made of rice.
Duo took it out of her hand, and then embraced her with his arms, and his eyes closed. "Thank you for the rice ball. I love you. I love you." He yelled.
Hildi smiled, holding back a complete explosion of laughter. "He sure likes free snakes."
"He sure dose." Quatre added wit ha smile.
"He is weak." Wufei said folding his arms.
"Master Quatre!" A deep voice yelled.
He turned to see Rasid walking towards him. He had not seen him in several days. "Hay! Rasid, what's up?"
"You are in danger, Sally just told us." Rasid said.
Three other men came out of the crowd showing them selves. They dressed as some sort of Arabian type closes. One wore strange rounded sunglasses. He had never seen the guys before. That was odd.
"Ah, who are these guys?"
"Ha, master Quatre. These are Abdul, Ahmad, and Auda, I thought you would not recognizes them." He said with a smile.
"Wow!" Quatre yelled. "You guys now have human forms? They are neat."
Ahmad, gave a sly look, and spoke. "And they are real chick magnets too."
Abdul thwacked him on the head with a poster; just the same Wufei did to Duo. He did not even move as if he had not even noticed. He then spoke again. "Well it is good cover to protect you, master."
Rasid then spoke. "Please be careful Master Quatre. That boy would tried to kill you before will definitely come back. We will be around watching for him at all times. But still be careful your self."
"Oh, come on Rasid." Quatre said. "I don't think Heero would try that during the Tallent Show. Everyone is going to be here."
Rasid pointed up. "Look master Quatre."
Quatre looked up into the sky. He saw a small cross shape far straight up. He was impressed. "Hay! It is Sally. Even she came to watch first hand."
"No master Quatre," Rasid said. "She is here to protect you."
"He is right," Hildi yelled out. As she and Duo were wrestling with another rice ball. "Sally called me and told me to be here for the same thing. Of course I was already coming to watch.
"She even called me." Wufei said. "Likely first knowing how pathetic you all are."
"I guess I actually get to watch, with out being involved in anything Trowa said.
"Wow. And you all came for me. You guys are the greatest."
"Hell... o… guys…" Releena called out. "I… am… fin… all… y… here… And… Sal… ly… al… so… called… me…"
Everyone said hello in there own way. She slowly walked up to them. Ready to join them for a fun festive night of partying. Everyone really was here. It will be exciting.
"Ok, everyone, lets get in and find our seats." Hildi shouted.
Every agreed, and they began moving into the stadium. They all found a good spot. Right near the front. The place was crowed beyond belief. When ever one was seated there was remaining Trowa standing. There was no more open seats left.
Trowa made a slow contorted look. "It seems we are a seat short." He commented. "Perhaps I will go and find Catherine, and sit with her." He then gave a little smile.
"Are you sure?" Quatre asked.
"Oh, yes. I am sure." He calmly said.
He walked away slowly, and just as calm as his voice. He always was so smooth, in everything. He always had to go off by himself for something. That was his way though. It was always really funny of him.
