Standard disclaimers applied. I'm back and hope I will not disappoint in the continuation.
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As the people in the world continued living as though the devil had died, people in the colonies were in terror in the mercy of what seemed like a non-existent threat.
Particularly colony L2.
While the rest of the colonies turned a blind eye to their ailing fellow colony people, for fear, colony L2's populations were suffering from what seemed like common influenza. The only difference is, over 40 people; mostly the elderlies and infants; had been thrown into comas and worst of all, death.
Secret arrangements made by the representatives of the rest of the colonies were slow to succeed, general medications sent were not affective, safe guarding individual colonies were impossible simply because the enemies were microscopic. The streets were deserted, every home was bolted shut and within the Maguanac's private hospital, all was silent.
Hera sat in her terminal of the war room and stared into the plasma screen of the newly discovered film-star wanna-be.
Their television broadcast, as do the rest of the colonies, went static for the longest time, much to Hera's disdain. A message had been issued to everyone of a sudden interruption for a very special broadcast and popped back to perfect clarity with the Zeimer Wargon's face smack in the middle of it.
"Now what does he want...?" Hera thought, popping a drink open and tilted her head for a sip. The man in the screen stared back at her and she felt a sense of hate surfing its way from the depth of her heart.
Just then, her sharp ears which were all too sensitive to sounds, heard a pair of brisk paces approaching. She quietly made a bet to herself of who could that have been and won the satisfaction of getting them right. She rewarded herself with a second canned drink.
"You're just on time, Ms. Noin," she greeted with not so much as a nod of her head and swiftly turned to the other person beside Noin, "Mr. Peacecraft."
However, both Miliardo and Noin's eyes were plastered to the screen at Zeimer Wargon that the greeting went unanswered. Hera merely shrugged it off as she too, turned her attention to the speech.
"Hello." The speech began, "I do not suppose I would require anymore of introductions as I am quite confident that I have made quite an impression in the past and not to mention my most recent uproar in various colonies to earn your recognition."
"You bet you did, you son of a-"
"Milliardo." Noin hushed her fiancé.
"For the sake of formality, I hereby, stand before you as someone whom you knew yet not know."
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Hilde and Dorothy stood silently still. Dorothy the very version of a serene statue, standing in a manner of perfect posture, holding her head high and chin up with her hands overlapping in front of her.
Hilde, however, leaned against a wall, constantly wearing a scowl, her arms crossed. Haughtily speaking a little too out loudly, "Get to the point already, we're cob-webbing back here."
Dorothy's lips curved into a slight smile of satisfaction at the blunt remark as did Zeimer but in a more defeated manner. Zeimer paused and caught a glimpse of Hilde behind the camera who stuck her tongue out.
Zeimer chuckled for a bit and straightened up.
"Very well then, allow me first to express my intentions. The tragedy that occurred in L2 was a mistake I wish not to repeat. It was merely a demonstration I am forced to take to ensure that certain things are made clear. Never have I intended on doing any of the people any harm - anymore. Unless if circumstances may have it, I may be left with no choice but resort to violence... Only when necessary."
He paused.
"My being here before you," he continued. "Was to get back what was rightfully mine. In fact, allow me to tell you a tale from a distant past."
Hilde was squirming at the back, "Oh boy, he's gonna start a long, dragging story, isn't he, Dorry? What is he? Some old fart?" She squatted down, pulling her head down as she did so. "When do you think will this end? Dorry?" No replies. "Dorry?"
Dorothy was looking at someone approaching behind them. From the moonstruck expression, Hilde dared herself to look. She grimaced when she saw who it was. Both women were utterly speechless. When the newcomer stood before them, only one word escaped Hilde's lips:
"Bitch..."
The person smiled, "Thank you, Hilde, that's awfully nice of you to define me."
"Lady Une..." Dorothy stated with her eyes narrowed. "I should have known..."
"I will not start explaining myself here. Everything will be clear after you listen to this." She replied calmly.
Hilde and Dorothy threw questioning looks but never left their gaze from Lady Une.
"Earth and colonies once and still are the same. One people, one leader and one order."
Hera was eating some Yan Yan biscuit sticks and dipped them in its chocolate dip before munching it down. Noin sat beside her, oblivious still to her actions. Milliardo, however, was glued at where Noin left him.
"He's a history teacher now is he?" Hera asked, unconsciously remarking sarcastically.
"Silence," Milliardo snapped, making the little girl throw a Yan Yan stick to him in disapproval of his lack of courtesy.
"Such was solely provided by the great empire of the Sanq Kingdom. The world was growing too populated and degrading far too quickly with the advancement of technology. The ruler at the time was wise enough to think for the earth and saved mankind by introducing satellite cities which we all know now as the colonies."
Another dramatic pause.
"And what was the thanks he received from it? A betrayal."
Everybody watching and listening to the speech stood in silence as they waited for the point of the whole story in which had most definitely caught their utmost attention. Although it basically has the idea of a madman trying to conquer all –forcefully; yet it was slightly different compared to the Treize or Mariemaia's objective of conquer. Everyone can tell this was leading to somewhere that runs deeper than petty 'conquer all' procession.
At the time, Relena was watching as well, only by accident as the television in the waiting room of the building sprang to life in the middle of her weeping. But that can wait. The very sight of him sickened her to the gut. She decided to glare hammers and stones at the television.
"By a man who sought peace by portraying himself a leader to represent the whole of the colonies. Do any of you know what the existence of this man has done to the Sanq Kingdom?" Zeimer raised his voice and pointed an accusing finger to the camera, much to everyone's surprise. The ladies in the hall with him were taken aback the most – save for Lady Une who said nothing nor expressed the slightest alarm.
Hera doused her hand into a basket of pop corn which seemingly popped out of nowhere and chomped a handful; Noin's hand immersing into it for a bite with her eyes still on the screen soon after. Milliardo was still where they left him.
Zeimer straightened up but did not appear cool. His eyes were burning with rage.
"This man was the cause of the war you had to go through. The discrimination of the people of the colonies, the dividing hearts of what was once one, the rise of the Kushrenadas, the gundams, everything. Should they all been under the rule of one government, do you think this sort of thing would have begun?"
He smirked, "And of course, the fall of the Sanq Kingdom, all in the hands of a so-called Peacecraft who was not even meant to sit on the throne. Your ex-queen of the world, Relena Peacecraft, given away to a presidential family of the world with her loyal brother, Milliardo Peacecraft once a war-crazed maniac running amok with violence an answer to everything, do you think this is a fit ruler? Was their father, Roberto Peacecraft, really the honorable ruler you were all led to believe?"
Zeimer 'hmph'ed and slowly walked towards the camera which inched back and followed him to the west wall where a portrait was elegantly unveiled through remote control with obviously another portrait beside it which was still covered by a long, flowing banner
Somewhere, elsewhere, 3 pairs of eyes widened in shock momentarily as they recognized the portrait instantly. Relena suddenly had the urge to run to her brother and left the television talking to the empty room.
Zeimer turned to the camera, "This man," he pointed to a man to the right, "Is the man who ruined the Peacecrafts. Attaining his position with tainted hands," His voice toned a pitch lower but nonetheless loud, "A murderer."
"And who was this unfortunate man betrayed, do you think?"
Anger rose and rose within Milliardo's whole being that it reached fever pitch and his knuckles clicked, trembling with the contained wrath. Hera was chewing on a bubblegum, blowing and bursting a bubble now and then.
As the man-in-screen wrenched the silky drapes down, Relena burst into the room and Hera's new bubble busted.
Zeimer stood straight and announced to the whole people of the colonies, "His elder brother, the previous ruler of Sanq Kingdom,"
His voice then toned down with gentleness too hard to genuinely believe is from him.
"Who is also my dear father, Alexander Peacecraft. And I am not Zeimer Wargon whom I have waltzed to be, I am Leonardo Peacecraft, the rightful heir to the Sanq Kingdom."
Hera slurped some spaghetti, making the sauce splat sloppily across her face, followed by a fully unintended burp.
"Oops, excuse me."
All 3 adults looked at her.
To be continued...
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How's this for a comeback? Hope I'm still in the ballpark. Please read and review. I'm struggling to try and bring you to the end in the most animatedly language I can afford to think of from my head.