III: Duo Maxwell: Black Shadow
Duo stepped out of the food storage room of MO-II with a mountain of preserved space food. He pushed off from the ground and gracefully hovered slight above the ground to his desired destination, he smiled the closer he got to the door. He frowned a bit when some of the sealed packages escaped his grasp floating a about in the air. Oh well, he would come back and get those later. Sally had asked him to refill some of the empty compartments she had used to feed almost a majority of the soldiers who weren't badly wounded. Being the good guy he was Duo agreed to help the former Military doctor and went to do it without a second thought. He had stopped to make sure Howard along with the technicians were working on Deathscythe before going off to food storage.
It was mostly quiet in the halls of the resource satellite which was welcoming part of this place, there was no incisive talking to distract the American pilot, hindering his thoughts from formulating. Duo reached the other room and entered it; it was shrouded in the darkness he expected to find in a room that had no lights that were functioning at the moment.
He looked about him with an amused smile at the all compartments and bottles that held drinks among other things. He laughed when he spotted his favorite soft drink on the third shelf, the 15-year-old reached for it and another package floated off. However, the braided youth found himself stopping taken aback by the wreckage of Leo suits and Mobile dolls that floated past the window. Releasing the packages he walked over to the window with a sober expression on his face, all the happiness gone from his body in that instant. With a sigh, Duo placed his arms behind his head sitting down in a chair. Duo propped his legs up on the window seat and watched the demolished parts of Mobile suits float idly by like forgotten garbage.
It would take forever to rid space of its weapons and even longer to repair the lives of once peace-going Colonist he fought so hardly to protect from the horrors of war. He never succeeded in that mission but at least he was apart of stopping the problem from worsening, of that much he was proud of. His mind suddenly became full of thoughts -- mostly surrounding his life beyond this resource satellite once Deathscythe was repaired. Finally, the war is over. From now on, I don't have to be Shinigami. I haven't decided where to go now. But, no worries. Just need some time to think and everything will be alright. I have enough time. Yep... because we're alive. Duo continued to stare out the window his mind agonizing over his second chance at life.
(FIN): Duo Maxwell: Black Shadow
