Gundam Wing, Eternal Wars
Truly An Endless Waltz
Fan Fiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, or related characters or items. As much as I wish I could claim their amazing ness to me. I cannot. Which is why I am sufficing to mimic.
Authors Note: I hoped you liked the last chapter. Since I am posting up these in a row the moment my account will let me I decided to just say thank you for reading and I hope you are enjoying thus far.
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Colony 0RP431
Underground Military Organization Production Plant
3:45 p.m. ; Monday
Captain Gelt Ferinze looked down upon the factory workers with the eye of a man who had been born and raised a dog of the military. His new uniform was still stiff from lack of use but finally it would get it's use. The young man had become Captain of the forces fighting against the rebels only hours before the War had come to an end. And he had always despised the fact that he had never become something more then just a foot soldier. He had never been a name anyone knew. Sure he was an excellent pilot, worthy of the status he had finally earned after so much hard work and obedience. But how dare the war end before he could leave his mark and name in the people.
He had been more then willing to help the project that he was currently under seeing. Joined it without question, he really knew very little about the reasoning behind the attack. Whether it was noble or horrendous he did not care. He missed the thrill of battle, and now his chance had been placed before him to become someone glorious. Infamous, or famous he cared not. He just wanted to be remember. His father and his fathers' father had been forgotten before him despite their acts. But not he.
"What do you think Captain? How much longer should we need to wait before we have one suit for my army?" The cool hiss of a mans' voice asked. It was in the shadows behind Gelt. The owner of the voice could not be seen. Only heard, a vague silhouette was all one could make out. A person sitting.
"No more then three days before they are ready. And another two to get them out to the other points of the colony. I can see now why you wanted us to stay small. Distribution will be much easier this way," Gelt replied confidently. He ran a gloved hand through his thick bright blonde mess of hair. He had given up on taming it a long time ago.
"Excellent, you have served me well Captain. The first unit pick shall be yours," the cool voice replied. The tone was pleased immensely. Gelt smirked lightly.
"Well then, I am sure you know which team I will pick without even asking."
"Of course. The best team. They are yours. But I have some business for you this day. It is time to prove to me you are what you say," the man hissed. Gelt turned around to face the shadows and dropped to one knee bowing low.
"I am here only to serve you. What can be done?" Gelt replied loyally. He was young, naive. It was the reason he could be trusted to quickly. The young were always loyal when they are promised what they want.
"Rumour has spilled down to Earth that we are not as we seem. I heard that only recently the politicians are planning on meeting together. Discussing our colony. Someone from inside has told our secrets. We must silence these rumours. It is to soon for them to know. We are not yet ready if they strike us," the shadow replied, the voice hissing and cool. The man drew out everything like a snake might if it could speak. Gelt shivered. The voice had always grated on his nerves, made him uneasy. Everything about it rubbed him the wrong way and it was hard enough to lead such easy conversation when listening to it was enough to make him rip out his hair.
"How can I silence these rumours? Should they not have been satisfied by their last inspection?" Gelt replied uneasily. He was a soldier, not a great diplomat. Putting him in front of politicians was a bad idea. He had not realized how much more work it was to be the left hand man of the boss of the entire show. He was a strategist, and tactics artist. A warrior.
"I am leaving how you deal with it up to you. It is you're call," the man replied. Just by his voice anyone could tell that he was grinning.
"Then I shall leave immediately," Gelt replied stiffly. He stood up hastily and excused himself from the presence of his leader. Shuffled hastily off the cat walks from which he had been observing the construction.
"I can't believe he is leaving this to me," he muttered to himself the moment he was out of ear shot of the one he has spoken too. His stomach clenched in knots. His habit or thinking out loud had come from to long a time camped out by himself during the original battles, during the glorious days of OZ.
"The bastard knows I'm no good with this situation. Damn it. He's testing me," Gelt continued to grumbled and mutter about his predicament as he moved hastily to his quarters. Preparing to set off to Earth. He really did not want to go down to that dreaded place. He had been their once and it had been to invade under the name of OZ during the final battle. He licked his lips. Trying to think of a way to get himself out of this.
"Something troubling you Captain?" A females voice drifted out at him. It was soft and slightly teasing. And irritatingly familiar. But then, so were most of the voices here to Gelt. He had spoken to almost everyone on the small but well build and highly advanced colony.
"Of course not, nothing's bothering me. And besides that, it would be none of you're business anyways so go back to you're room Noire," Gelt snapped, his eyes narrowing on the women as he looked around the corner.
She was leaning against the wall around the corner. Her arms crossed and an amused look on her face. Her skin was soft and pale, but her shock of long black hair contrasted with it so harshly it was hard to believe it was natural. It was like a dove with long fangs. Still gorgeous. But something was just not right. It was the same for her in appearance and personality.
"Ah, by my dear Gelt. I stick my nose in everyone's business. That means yours too. And you never know... I could help you. I do have more experience then you do," Noire purred as she slunk over to Gelt. He hated it when she was right. He was screwed if he did not find someone to help him.
"Fine. You can help. But only because I have no God damned idea where the hell I am supposed to start! Come with me. I'll explain on the way to Earth?" Gelt replied irritably. Noire was a lower rank then he. But far more clever. She was always at his heels bugging to come along and she always won. She was always right.
"To Earth? Oh it's been a while since I have been down there! This should be fun," Noire replied as she followed along behind him. Headed down to the small colonies docks. She yawned.
The two piled into a two man transportation craft and Gelt piloted them out into space.
"Now. What is your nasty predicament?" Noire asked lazily as she buckled herself in while the ship slowly picked up speed as it headed towards Earth. Of course the colony was it it's furthest point in orbit away from the planet so it would take a little while to reach their destination but neither of them minded. It gave them time to plan things out a little better. Every extra second was a welcome one.
Gelt proceeded to explain his problems to Noire as he flew, his eyes on the vast blackness that surrounded them on all sides. Noire chuckled at the man. "He really did screw you over didn't he? Yah. It's a good thing I came then," Noire replied, still trying not to laugh at Gelt. The two spent the next several hours arguing with each other over the possible solutions and ways they could convince the politicians of their innocence. Even just buy a little time, and still be back to help with the first invasion.
"Hey, is that something on your screen?" Noire asked, cutting Gelt off suddenly from one of his improvements to the idea they had been building on to look at the screen in annoyance. If she was fooling him he was going to be mad. But when he looked he saw on the very edge of the radar, the tiny red dot indicating an approaching ship. He frowned.
"Looks like another vessel like ours," he replied thoughtfully. It was on approximately the same angel as them. They would crash if one of them did not change course within the next several hours. Which was all it would be for the pilot of the vessel on the screen was moving far faster then legal in space.
"Interesting," Noire replied sarcastically. She did not care. She just wanted to know if it was trouble or not.
"We'll probably pass right by them. They seem to be headed for the colony..." Gelt muttered, thinking to himself again.
"Want to shoot them down?" Noire asked excitedly. She loved battles.
"With what?" Gelt snorted. This tiny craft had no weapons. Noire looked discouraged but let out a small sigh. "Besides. That would only add to our list of things to explain," Gelt added bitterly. Now he knew why Noire was not any higher then she was now. She was to spontaneously blood thirsty.
"But what if they cause trouble?" Noire asked hopefully. She never seemed to act her age when it came to the thought of getting into an interesting fight.
"Then we deal with it to the best of our NON violent abilities," Gelt snapped. Noire pouted and fell silent for the time. Her mind off the original plan, and now to making one which could perhaps cause them all to get into a wonderful little fight to keep her amused for a little while. She was bored. Travelling was boring and doing it with Gelt was even worse. He was such a stiff. She starred at the beeping red dot.