Standard disclaimers applied. Tyrant and Serene, I would like to dedicate my thanks here to you 2 in particular for following the story this far!

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Somewhere on Earth, Zeimer was in what looked like an office, holding a glass of red wine overlooking a beautiful greenery with the sun setting, spilling orangey blood to everything it was capable of reaching. Shadows formed in certain grovey area where most of the afternoon buzz of insects would most probably come from.

As he sat on his balcony, savoring the afternoon air, someone entered his vast office.

"I am despised, as usual." Lady Une's voice pierced the music of the evening.

Zeimer's response was not so much of a ghost of a smile which she failed to see due to the fact of her unfavorable position. "The cicadas... they're early." He finally uttered, sipping his wine and standing up to face his new guest. He smiled. Lifting the glass slightly, he motioned her to a drink; which she refused with a soft shake of her head.

"No, thank you."

After that, the sound of the early cicadas and the cool evening breeze were the only things alive. They dropped to a deathly silence.

"Something on your mind Lady Une?"

A pause, an exasperated sigh and then a whole blurt of a conversation ensued, "Do you really need to have them killed?"

"Yes." He moved to his mini bar to refill his glass.

"Why?" Lady Une asked sharply.

"Because they have murdered my father and in a way, myself," Zeimer let his glass down, forgetting about his drink momentarily to face the female standing before him. A dark shadow befell his face, "I thought you being by my side shows your full support of my doing this."

"Their father was at fault, not them."

"So which is it? You're saying I act as though it never happened?"

"You are the rightful heir to the throne anyway, you've nothing to..."

"A throne that they capsized? There IS no throne anymore. I have to rebuild everything again!"

"Which I will assist you for, by your side, for all times. Killing them will not change anything – people would even look at you as a bad example if you d..."

Ldy Une stopped short when Zeimer turned sharply to look at her and channeling what a death glare come true should she not watch her tongue.

She looked down, "I'm sorry, I have forgotten my place... But I do hope you will reconsider your resolve to-"

"I have been planning this since the day my father died." The room suddenly felt heavier. The slow and nearly soundless steps he made were like fluid – smooth and elegant. Lady Une dared herself to look up into his eyes when he was right in front of her.

His gaze weren't cruel. It was more of a lost soul's. He recognized those eyes. She has seen them many times. Heero, Duo, Quatre, Trowa and Wufei were to name a few, Zechs, Relena, Mariemaia, even on some occasions, Treize are for bonus.

Treize. The name struck her heart like a rapier. Her gaze fell to the shoes again to hide the pain she suddenly felt. Zeimer touched her chin and tilted her face up so they see eye to eye.

"Lady..." he began, his voice like steel yet weak and brittle as a castled cards. "Every beginning is always difficult. I am aware of them being your friends. They are still my friends too, shares the same blood that runs in my veins, even." He sighed, gaze dropped to the floor and back at her, "But, as it is, they have been my enemy far longer than they have otherwise. Everything that I went through, you had no idea. If you were to experience it, I doubt you'd forgive and forget that easily."

Lady Une opened her mouth to speak but no sound came. This kind of despair and rage for revenge was something she is all too familiar with but there she was, powerless and pitiful. All she was capable of doing for now was hang her head in shame.

Zeimer took it as a submission and embraced her. An interference on the door brought them back to reality.

"Hello, my apologies for the intrusion." Pierre and his heavy French accent stepped into the room. His presence never failed to impress Lady Une. Even as he walked towards them, he looked as though he floated his way in. With the almost pretty smile he constantly had on his face, the sweet smell about him, his wispy, melodic voice and not to mention an almost impossibly achieved cleanliness; it definitely does not reflect upon his deathliness.

"Not at all, Pierre." Lady Une stepped aside to head to the minibar to get some drink while the two men started talking business.

The angelic man held a folder, "I have a lot to report," he smiled while patting the folder in his hand. Turning to Lady Une who had her back to him, his voice rang across the room, "Please feel free to stay and listen, me Lady," he bowed elegantly. She can see that he had everything calculated for, the angle of his hands, feet and head, strands of hair that move, his eyes, etc.

She replied with a mere nod whilst gulping on her whiskey, refilling it with some extra and seated herself to watch the special breaking news he has to offer. A switch was hit from Zeimer's table, darkening the room to absolute darkness save for the slight copper dusk that seeped through his glassed window and balcony.

A projector buzzed down from the ceiling, "First on the agenda is Odin Lowe not being with us. Out of impulse, Mr. Lowe had volunteered to personally lead the ambushing team and is currently in colony L2."

Zeimer nodded as the projector showed L2's live status. Une noticed something burning in the live footage. But it was Zeimer who spoke first.

"What happened there?" a red dot appeared on the wall at the location for the fire.

Pierre smoothened his hair back and pursed his lips. "That's the location where we found our targets were hiding in. We were left with some deaths..."

"How many?" Zeimer cut in.

Pierre turned to face him fully, "4 dead, 3 injured, Odin missing," he paused for a while to check on Zeimer's expression and he knew full well that the piece of news was not the least bit pleasing to his new future king. "The building was empty. We thought there will be some traps... However, the plus thing is they are very well scattered and hence are easy targets to capture – which, if I may add, might not be something to belittle of." He added in a light tone.

Right after that, he turned to change the projector to another picture; this time showing all 5 major colonies at once.

"No shuttles were seen entering or leaving L2. It is all on its own: the other colonies chose not to interfere. And that's not the best part," there was pure sarcasm in Pierre's voice, Zaimer's eyes darted to his, "Of course, Colony reps and guerilla groups are popping up like mushrooms in the colony." He chuckled.

Silence hung in the air momentarily as both Lady Une and Zeimer waited for the scientist to continue.

"And... we are sitting here, not doing anything... why?" Zeimer asked lazily. A frank smile from Pierre solved everything already.

"Don't worry bout that. Oh, before I forget, the most important thing for you to do right now: I have arranged for your next move," he put up a projection of numerous faces where Lady Une recognized some as ex-Oz, ex-Romefellar, Relena's ex-board of committee as well as some ex-Peacecrafts' cabinet members. "I have scheduled a meeting for you – next 2 weeks. They're the ministers you wanted. As we have discussed, to have the president step down with his democratic rule and transform the world into a monarchy will take a long time in trial and court. Plus, there's also the people's revolt you would have to endure through, we'll need every trick in the book to gain the people's love and trust."

Zeimer nodded. Pierre then moved on to what seemed like the most pressing matter of all.

"I want to hear this from you one last time, Leonardo Peacecraft," Pierre moved from his spot and leaned onto the biggest office table in the room, his gaze pierced into Zeimer. He realized there was no turning back now once the decision is made. Pierre moved in to ask the question, "What do you plan on doing to your former allies?"

Zeimer shut his eyes momentarily, chin resting on his entwined fingers, "I will..." he began. After a moment of consideration, he made his choice, "I will execute my cousins, Relena and Milliardo Peacecraft for their father's infidelity in the name of justice. To regain the good name of the Peacecrafts. As for my former friends, they stay my friends till they come for my head."

A nod. "Ok then, that is how it will be done." Pierre straightened, "It's probably best for you to start resting now, Leonardo. For you might never get the luxury of doing so in the future." He bowed a low bow and turned to leave the room.

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Meanwhile, Duo and Trowa were under an igloo of what seemed like a mountain of junks. Duo constantly banged on his ear, following the explosion they saw even from the edge of the colony. Trowa sat in silence as he watched the flame and smokes fouling the air through a hole which was barely big enough for his head to get out of.

His partner beside him was grunting and cursing away under his breath. Screaming "Come on, work!" for the comms to start working again.

"Give it up, Duo." Trowa shifted his gaze from outside at the smokes to Duo in the cave, "Hera did the escape plan, destroyed the computers and comms," he took off his earpiece and tossed it away carelessly.

"Hey, hey, man, come on, have some respect for the thing," Duo went over to pick up the earpiece as though it was a nestling fallen from its nest, "you never know when you might need it."

Trowa made no comments on that and started picking up his shotgun, "We'll keep heading to the Central Colony Control. Our best bet for now is they are safe because Zechs and Noin are with them. A bonus for us also would be Hera blasting off, killing Zeimer and get our job cut out for us. So, there's nothing to worry about there."

Duo nodded sullenly, thoughtful and contemplating. Even if they can't establish contact with Hera, they should still be able to talk to Quatre but the Arabian man failed to respond. Why was that?

"What about Quatre? Everything's fine if we're mobile, like us, Wu-man and Sally," seeing Trowa rustling away from the 'cave', Duo followed his lead, stumbling upon a shard of glass. He emitted a soft ouch and paused to see the blood oozing out of his cut palm.

The place was literally like an igloo that they were forced to be on fours to move from one place to another.

Trowa paused, "You all right?"

Duo waved a hand absent mindedly, and tied his hand with the first cloth like thing he saw from around him while Trowa continued forward, "I mean, Quatre is staying put in one place. Now, I live in this 'dump' of a home. And I know almost every nook and cranny. I can only name a few well hidden underground facility which; by the way; is not at all safe. The same kinda ambush might happen to a weak stronghold. So, how's he gonna get out of trouble if he stumbles into 1?"

The mono-eyed man in front of him stopped to examine what looked like a remote control from the rubble. Not listening to a word Duo had just uttered, he tossed the piece of junk over his shoulder which Duo picked up and placed in his bag for safekeeping inattentively.

Either Duo was in an exceptionally motherly mood that he's producing progesterone and is having a period or he was just trying to annoy Trowa by stating the obvious; unconsciously of course; Trowa thought the best course of action would be to play along and make this a short, sweet full stop.

"If there's trouble, Quatre'll figure a way to get out of it." Duo would have run right into his partner's buttocks who stopped so suddenly but luckily, he was spared the inappropriateness, "Cathy should be with Zeimer, I would imagine. And I'll bet he won't harm any of the girls so long as we don't appear too much in their radar." He smirked, "Which isn't quite possible considering what we're about to do."

Duo nodded skeptically, "I hope you're right, man. I hope you're right..."

"C'mon, we have some work to do." Trowa smiled slightly.

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"Yes, I need you to help me secure any lines we have. Plus, we might need some form of extraction out of here. The facilities in this colony is abundant but will take time on the refining bit." Quatre was pacing about a warehouse, one hand slapped on his forehead while the other flying about in an attempt to express the graveness of the current state they were in to the non web-cammed mobile phone he has; set on hands-free mode.

He sighed, tilting his head back in frustration for the stiffening neck threatened to make him cranky.

"I understand your situation, Mr. Winner. But sending shuttles to L2..." a female voice replied from the other end.

"Look, I don't have time to entertain your concerns of the enemies," Quatre retorted through gritted teeth, clenching his fingers into Einstein's claw-like crooked ones. "All I asked were some secured lines and a shuttle of some sort to help get us out of here. Disguise it as a medicine cargo ship, I don't care, Mirsha. I need to get to L3!"

The lady in question, Mirsha was a dark haired, freckled and bespectacled Arabian secretary of the Maguanacs Corporation's main building. She was sitting in her cool office, receiving the full impact of her boss' wrath through a badly transmitted phone call. The only thing which made it clear of her being in her boss' bad side was the fact that he had raised his voice. Other than that, everything sounded like gibberish to her. Luckily she managed to get the important points like 'secured lines' and 'shuttle'.

"I understand sir, I will advice you of the transport when it's ready." She said finally.

"Ohh... Thank you Mirsha... Call me in 2 to 3 hours."

Mirsha hung up and sat silent for a while with the TV switched on. News of the new ruler from the long line of Sanq kingdom, to whom the people of the colony were all indebted to was like hot cakes; filling every breaking news, headlines and not to mention the talk of the day, on every colony channel but no transmissions from earth at all. There was some sort of a communication cut of some sort. Mirsha picked up her phone and dialed a number.

The receiver answered after the third ring, "Oui?"

Mirsha took off her glasses, "I can send you Quatre Rebarbe Winner."

A faint, wispy chuckle replied, "How soon can you deliver him?"

"I'll keep in touch," she replied and replaced the phone.

To be Continued...

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Haha, I guess this hasn't got anything interesting in it:p Oh well, it's a filler's chapter but I hope you won't stop reading and supporting the story! – More to come soon. Thanks for the R&R!