II: Heero Yuy: Break System
Heero sighed in relief as he unbuckled himself from his seat, he leaned forward as his left hand pressed the OPEN COCKPIT latch, removing it from its safety lock. Wing Zero's hatch opened and Heero leaped out gracefully landing in a crouched position. There was nothing like the cool sensation of a metallic floor, Heero was thankful for it. Because his feet felt like they were sweating ten fold which should've raised alarm in the young man. It didn't. The 15-year-old shifted his head towards the other Gundams; there he spotted the machines lined up in a row ready for repair. Wufei stood with his back facing him, his front facing the cockpit, Heero turned his attention over to Heavyarms expecting to find Trowa to be tinkering with something but instead was met with an empty space, raising an eyebrow slightly he shifted his head sight towards Sandrock.
He wasn't surprised to find Trowa helping Quatre out of his Gundam remembering his blonde comrade had been injured in a fight with the Catalonia girl, Dorothy. Heero raised his shoulders a bit when saw Trowa nod in his direction, he nodded back and turned his attention to Deathscythe Hell. The usually chipper young man appeared to be tilting his head back and forth, left to right. Possibly to work the cramps out of his neck, thought Heero.
Duo looked up at his Japanese friend and raised his hand in greeting, a small wave followed. Heero did not smile nor show any indication that he was glad to see the young man but he bowed his head slightly in response, just to be polite. Duo went back to his own business, leaving Heero with his own thoughts. The war is over. I don't know if this is meant to become the final war for humans, Heero thought with a relaxed expression. He unzipped his space suit a bit to get some air circulating through it. But, there is something I know for sure. AC.195. Operation Meteor comes to an end. Heero looked to the right with a sort distant expression in his eyes.
(FIN): Heero Yuy: Break System.
