Chapter 7 – Ben Fitzpatrick
"Warchild"
"What do you mean I won't be able to fly for 2 weeks?" Vega interrupted loudly, the female technician that stood above his bed twitched irately; "Your suit is severely damaged, we ca-" "I don't care! Fix it!", the man interrupted again. Sighing loudly, she hung her head calmly, brown locks cascading over her brow, and closing her eyes for a moment, she snapped out of the false serenity, yelling loudly over Vega's tantrums. "It is beyond repair you spoilt little shit! Don't you get it? We're waiting for your new suit to be shipped, god!" with that she threw the file that she was meant to bring to Vega onto the floor, and stormed off towards the door, the tech crew employee didn't notice as the door opened before her, Azrael stood on the outside of the frame, and on that instant, she collided roughly with him, his strength overpowering hers however, she lost her balance, only to be caught by a red sleeved arm. Allowing her to stand for a moment, he let go, she bowed graciously and left in a hurry, her cheeks a slight tint of pink as she ran out.
"Hmph!" Vega grunted, he sat up in his bed, his arm caught in a sling, and a wound down his forehead, crossing through his right eye was held together by a few stitches. Azrael walked to the center of the room first, picking up the thrown folder and it's contents, he inspected one of the pages that had flown away from the rest, his initial reaction was awe, followed by a hint of jealousy; "T-.. This is...? No way..", he remained on the floor for a moment, glaring at the sheet of paper. Sighing briefly, he returned the document to it's folder, and stood up, passing the folder to Vega; "Here, your new unit.. aren't you lucky.." The folder was a simple beige, inside however Vega pulled out the cover sheet, mumbling incoherant curse words, obviously irritated by the events before hand. His muttering stopped suddenly however, his eyes widened and a sly grin appeared on his face.. "For this.. I can wait.." he spoke to himself, the cover sheet read; "YFX-200 CGUE DEEP Arms" The image of a dark blue mobile suit was accompanying the text, shoulder mounted thermal cannons, and a long energy sword a the waist were the main eye catching features, the mobile suit was beautiful though, Vega sat there for moments, eyes kept on the page, grinning widely.
Azrael stood silent for some time, before pulling up a chair from the desk located on the other side of the room. "I have a feeling you'll be in these med rooms more than in your normal room over the coming months." Azrael began, "What happened out there, Vega?" Concern in his eyes, Azrael looked towards Vega, "Huhhh? What happened where? I just ran into a little misfortu-" "Your comlink wasn't disabled the total time, our superiors also took up liberty to play me the tape of the cockpit activity..." Vega sighed, looking down towards his feet, he threw himself back, his head colliding with the pillow. "It's plain and simple, I hate them... I won't die until I rid the world of every last one of those fithy naturals..." glaring up at the ceiling, he continued; "Junius seven... my parents were the operators of one of the space ports there... well, rumour got through of an attack you see? Well being the cautious types they were, I was sent to live with my Grandfather in PLANT for a few weeks.. well, lets just say those 'few weeks' became years." he grasped his fist, growling in a controlled rage. "I was 12 years old, I had everything I needed for a nice comfortable life, but those naturals saw fit to take my home, friends, and family away. Oh where does the time go.." laughing now, he seemed more sinister than light-hearted.. "Grandfather educated me in warfare.. I begged him, he used to be an old pilot when PLANT first came about.. Through all the blood, sweat.. and tears; I'm now here today, I seem to get a bit reckless when I'm given these oppertunities for revenge though. Our superiors are going to put that trait to good use with this" he tapped the documents twice, "It's like this thing was made for me, I'm not sure about being a beta tester though..."Azrael yawned somewhat, not out of boredom, more like fatigue; "Well, you've told me an interesting story... Get some rest now, I'll come see how you are tomorrow." Vega smiled half-heartedly, laughing slightly he spoke "I don't know why you're being so nice to me, I'll tell you this though, through my actions, and the way that ZAFT wishes to use my abilities, I might not be alive to see the year end." he sighed slightly, the smile on his face never fading though. "Well, if someone of your ability dies on the battlefield, I highly doubt my chances too, partner." Azrael stood up and left the room. Brooding for a moment, Vega repeated the line in his head, voicing out the final word; "Partner... huh?"