The creator of Preventer 5, Katsuyaki Sumisawa, in the Preventer 5: Postscript dated July 26, 1997, permitted continuation of the unfinished story. Though I own nothing of the original Mobile Suit: Gundam Wing series, this fanfiction is my own conception of how it could end.
AN: current blocking following chapter 3
9 rebels, une, dorothy, relena, and hostages all in the ballroom
5 rebels guarding the castle entrance, sally posing dead nearby
4 rebels en route to maintenence to capture mariemaia
1 rebel and the rebel leader in the control room
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Preventer 5 II
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Chapter IV
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The rebel leader had just left the control room when the explosion occurred. Through all the separating walls and floors, it sounded like little more than a muted thud, but the fact that it was heard at all hinted at its severity. She steeled herself against the creeping apprehension that something could still go wrong despite the cards she hadn't played.
She calmly spoke to the lone operator in the control room.
"Whatever you are about to report to me, be sure the phrase "I don't know" isn't part of it."
"... Yes, Sir. The explosion took place in the hostage space. No response yet from any of the guards stationed there. Emergency systems activated immediately in response to a confined fire. Cameras are being disabled between the hostage space and main entrance now. Schematics show an arms locker in the section just reached. One moment."
"One."
"There must have been a wiring juncture there. The security panel has been overridden. I've lost everything now."
"Then secure the room and return to the main entrance."
"Ye-" click.
She didn't wait for acknowledgements. Something was going very, very wrong. She barked at the team sent to the sublevels to ferret out the saboteur.
"Report!"
"We can't find her, Sir. The power room is clear."
"I know that. It was a decoy. She doubled back towards the main entrance. They've acquired weaponry. Inform the entrance guards and coordinate an ambush to welcome them. I'll find the others myself."
"Yes, S-" click.
"Careful, little fools," she thought aloud. "It was a show of respect that I kept this clean and simple. You are quickly proving to me how little respect you deserve. You only think you are prepared to counter me."
She brushed back an errant blonde tress and continued at an unhurried pace towards the no doubt mostly vacant ballroom to find her missing underlings.
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For the hundredth time today, the control room operator questioned his most recent career choices. He was overjoyed to be joining his comrades in a firefight against unknown and possibly overwhelming odds. Anything was more appealing than confronting his superior.
He'd just finished locking the control room with an altered code when he turned to find himself face to face with a very regal and concerned looking beauty.
"Please Sir, don't make any sudden moves."
He has a decent amount of resistance against feminine wiles. He certainly had no qualms about pulling a gun on royalty. But the fact that the concern in her voice was as genuine as it was in her eyes made him slow on the draw.
Not that it mattered.
His hand flew to his sidearm. He heard air being sliced, felt a weight drop from his hip, and his hand met only air and bare thigh.
Another swish and his backup holster thudded to the floor. A swipe stole his vest. A flash of silver took the radio piece from his ear. A slice took his armband blade. A swipe took his shin-strapped backup's backup. He quickly realized the direct correlation between his reaching for any given object and its sudden disappearance.
He resigned himself to standing motionless spread eagle. Only then did he finally see the feral Dorothy Catalonia step around him, admiring her work, languidly outlining his profile with a fencing rapier.
Relena was slightly blushing and averting her gaze. "You are quite overly thorough at times, Dorothy."
"Really? I thought I was being rather reserved, all things considered."
He swallowed hard and took the only stand he could, brilliant or not. "You can't get in. I'll never tell you the code. And your saboteur disabled everyth-" Clang.
As he slumped to the floor, Dorothy took up a ribbon of sliced uniform and caringly wiped off the hilt and blade. Relena sighed watching her in general disbelief.
"... and was that truly necessary?"
"I imagine not, Ms. Relena. I did however find it distinctly pleasurable. The intrinsic human desire to punish for 'guilt by association' is so perplexing, is it not?"
Relena shook her head and knocked on the control room door and called softly.
"Maia, hun? It's Relena."
The door unlocked and opened. A fairly dust covered girl leaned out. "Please do pardon my appearance, but I blame the dust in those crawl spaces entirely. It was truly intolerable."
"I do apologize. But I'm glad to see you safe, nonetheless. And now that I have, let us hurry."
"Certainly. Um.. Why does that man have no clothing on?"
"Inside, Young Lady!"
Relena ushered Maia back into the control room before continuing.
"Never question Ms. Dorothy's actions, Maia. You'll gain nothing more than a headache attempting any understanding of her. Now back to the task. Is it true that this equipment is inoperable?"
"Of course not. I just unplugged the signal cables from the backs of the screens in a certain order and let their imaginations do the rest. Allow me a moment to reconnect the important ones and we'll be ready to transmit."
"You are an amazing young woman, Mariemaia Khushrenada. If there's anything I can ever do for you..."
"There is, actually," called the girl's voice from beneath the control panel.
"... Please."
She poked her head out and looked up at Relena with a very serious look of concern on her precious young face.
"Would you please have your maids dry-clean this dress before Ms. Anne sees it?"
Relena smiled, and covered her lips to withhold a chuckle. "It would be my pleasure."
As the girl got back to work, Relena watched Dorothy enter and close the door before adding to quietly.
"I imagine it would be best for Ms. Anne to never know. There are some women it's worth any effort to never dismay."
Dorothy heard it exactly how it was intended. She would never capture the Queen's favor when every effort discomforted her so. Without meeting her gaze, she crossed the room to prepare for the transmission. It might have seemed like shyness, but if her eyes looked upon that scar on Relena's cheek even once more, the rebel tied in the hall might not live to warn his comrades what was coming.
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to be continued
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