A/N: So yeah, this stories all over the place as far as genre, you guys gotta give me some feedback!

Chapter 2: Getting to Know the Others

Dagger and Scythe led Quatre down the long hallways. "Well babe, don't hold out on us, what are your fellow pilots like?" Scythe finally asked.

"Well if you're wondering about Duo, he'd probably like you a lot," he said exasperatedly, "You're both very alike."

"How so?" she asked.

"Don't take this offensively, but you both talk alot," Quatre said, "In fact Duo talks so much, he makes me want to be quiet. If that makes any sense…"

"Sure it makes plenty of sense," Dagger said, "I feel pretty quiet around Scythe myself."

"Hey!"

"That's not a bad thing," Quatre said, smiling, "Duo's a lot of fun to be around, and I'll bet you are too."

"Oh I am…" Scythe began, before she was cut off by Dagger.

"What's Trowa like?" she asked.

"Um, that's a tough one…" he said.

"Aren't you two good friends?"

"You could say that, yes, but he has a very quiet nature." Quatre thought for a moment. "He's very smart, sometimes I feel kinda silly around him, like I'm asking stupid questions. Believe it or not, he's really funny, but only when he feels like it."

"Wow," Dagger said, a little starry-eyed. Suddenly she gave him a strange look.

"Quatre, are you and Trowa, you know, together?" she asked, smiling shyly. Quatre started laughing. "What?" she asked, a little angrily, "Why are you laughing?"

"Well first of all, no, I'm sorry," he said, "Second of all, what you don't know is, Trowa is trouble when it comes to women."

"What!" the two asked in unison.

"Yeah, he's dated or at least tried to date, all 29 of my sisters," Quatre said, still laughing.

"Aren't some of them a lot older than you?" Scythe asked, eye twitching.

"Yeah, I'm exaggerating, but I swear if you only knew," he said shaking his head, "So, my turn to ask questions. What is this base for?"

"Well it has two purposes really," Scythe said.

"The First is to keep a detailed record of the movement of the Gundam Pilots," Dagger said.

"The Second is to help the pilots whenever possible," Scythe said, "That's why we have all this equipment, but we tend to track them several days after they've been in a place."

"That keeps our operation from jeopardizing your safety," Dagger added, "Plus we've helped you guys out more times then you know."

"Wow," Quatre said, "And from the looks of things you've both picked a favorite pilot." They both blushed.

"Well you see some of just know more about some pilots then others," Dagger said shyly.

"Oh come off it Dag, I'm totally obsessed with Duo and you know you love Trowa. We're all war orphans so we need someone to look up to," Scythe said. Quatre laughed and shook his head. "You'd be surprised to know who's crushing you, Q-dog…"Scythe started, but Quatre wasn't listening.

"How many of you are there?" he asked, as he marveled at a long hallway.

"Well, the barracks are half full," Trigger announced, appearing out of nowhere, "So that means around 500 people."

"Ack!" Scythe cried, "Where did you come from?"

"But Battles can give you a confirmed number. She's responsible for food, shelter, and medical," he continued, ignoring Scythe completely, "You're search for Barton, Trowa won't be confirmed for at least two days, because of our delay policy. Cross your fingers, if he stays in one place for tonight, we can get confirmation in one day." Quatre blinked, trying to take in all the information.

"Ok, thanks," he sighed, still unsure of whether he wanted to get in touch with the other pilots. Trigger turned to the girls.

"Scythe, I need to you to prepare twenty-five guns from the warehouse and a large truck with a covered bed trailer," he said, "Dagger, you will take 50 men, 25 soldiers and 25 mechanics, and recover Gundam 04 codename Sandrock to the base. These orders are to be carried out immediately. Battles orders." Quatre winced; Trigger's attitude bore an uncanny resemblance to a certain Pilot 01, as they would say.

"Yes sir," was the girls reply in unison. They saluted, before running off happily.

Trigger sighed, "Sorry about those two. They are annoying personalities, but zealous soldiers, so I suppose it evens out." He led Quatre down the barrack's hallway.

"Battles orders?" Quatre asked, "Is she of a high position here?"

"Well, she and I started this organization, Project 15, a month or so after the Gundams landed," he replied, "We're all orphans from the colonies, but we moved here in order to actually put our plan into motion."

"What exactly does that plan consist of?" Quatre asked, slightly intimidated. Trigger had to be around eighteen, and Quatre felt childish as usual. "The girls mentioned that you've helped us, but how?"

Trigger flashed a smile, which quickly evanesced. "Ever opened a door that you knew had been locked?" he asked, "Or went into a battle, just to count a lower number of enemies than you'd seen on your radar?" Quatre stared at him as all the pieces began yanking themselves together in his mind. "We have spies and such everywhere, but because of the amount of thievery these days, no one notices our operations." Quatre tried to think of a way to respond, but couldn't. Suddenly, he did wish the other pilots were with him; they'd probably know how to react. And they definitely wouldn't be gaping like fishes. Trigger shrugged, "C'mon, Battles gave me an empty room number and a key to a storage closet. We'll get you set up. Everyone's hoping you'll stay for awhile."

Quatre thought for a moment. Trigger seemed more rational than Dagger and Scythe. "Um, can I ask you something?" he said quietly.

"Hn." Quatre couldn't help but cringe.

"Well, is everyone here going to be as star struck as Dagger and Scythe?" he asked, "I mean I'm just another human being. Its crazy to treat me like a movie star or something; I'm a soldier forgoodness sake." Trigger sighed. He'd already unlocked Quatre's room and was leading him to the supply closet.

"Most people here will be 'star struck,'" he replied, "But hopefully it will fade fast."

"You forget, 04, we're orphans," a voice said. The two boys turned to see Battles. "We have nothing else to hope for but that this war will end soon, and before we didn't really care who won," she continued, "But now we have a side. You pilots fight alone like we do. You fight the way you chose, like we do. You are made homeless, family-less, and in some cases emotionless, like we are. We have a purpose now. Try to be sympathetic to those like Dagger and Scythe. You'll never understand what you really mean to some of us." The whole time she spoke, only her lips moved. The lithe body turned to leave, long black strands shadowing the movement.

"So this is the other side of the coin," Quatre whispered. She turned and looked questioningly at him. "I'm sorry. I've lived so long in a hell of people who hate me and want to see me dead," he said, his eyes latching onto hers, "It's been so long, I can't even recognize a heaven, a place where everyone believes in what I do."

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