Well round two for this chapter, my power loves shutting off. This is for the ONE (now two since then) person (people) who reviewed me. Thank you very much.

Been there before, a colony on the brink of destruction, a colony destroyed. Hundreds dead, thousands hurt, and dozens missing. This colony never seen an attack this bad, but never again. The war was over, there was no reason for violence. Those able bodied took up policing, something that should have done earlier in their minds. It was now time to fight, and protect their home. Preventors were there helping, but this was their place. Almost every ship was willingly searched by colonists, anyone that refused was turned in as a suspect. This is the way things would be from now on.

One thing about a colony is no one can keep secrets. Anything damaging to a person is kept in silence, everyone denying the fact they know. Only when their peace is disturbed does someone whisper it loud enough for all to pay heed. Eventually someone talks about the tragedy and that how no ship had turned up any clues? This causes some old man hear, and remember something other wise suppressed. Suddenly he recalls a strange conversation he herd months before at one of the docks. A conversation that held most the answers that people sought. Quickly he relays it to the person he feels would believe him most.

"There's a ship that departed quickly after the attack headed for a remote tropical destination."

Duo leaned forward, his arms bent behind him kept in place by a length of chain. Weakly he looked around at then nine others that still survived. Only a few of them whom came with them. Lifting up his head Duo stared up at the crumbling ceiling. Vines crept in through a lonely window. Sneaking across the ceiling finding what nourishment it needed to survive. A water droplet dropped on Duo's forehead forcing him to close his eyes. For a few moments Duo kept that pose before looking at his closer cel mate also chained to a wall. There was not much he didn't know about him, it was sad he'd never know the full truth about Duo.

"Are you still alive?"

"Yeah, barely."

Heavily Duo sighed, "it's seems like every time I say hello I'm saying good-bye."

"Huh?"

"My little girl, my hope, my reason, my goddess." Duo paused thoughtfully, "I can't help but feel like that every time I come home I'm leaving her again."

"Until now, I never had that problem with my children," The man coughed. "I was lucky the war just let me be."

"..."

The man lifted his head to look at Duo. "Do you think we are going to get out of here alive?"

"Of course," Duo chuckled. "I've been in worse situations then this. Can't think of any right now, but I'm certain that is because of all the head trauma I suffered," Duo shook his head. "Why must they always aim for the head."

However, like many tragedies in Duo's past, he was eventually left alone. His close cel mate died two nights later while talking about his two sons. Then one by one, they all passed away till only Duo was left. They (the captures) now rarely bother to feed him, water was no problem because of the rain that usually fell. Most pressing was the burns that still had yet to fully heal. Some parts were infected, so much so maggots got fat eating off the dead tissue. Death now poked at Duo, and as night fell yet again he began to wonder if anyone would save him. Was anyone even trying to find him?

"My goddess save me," Duo whispered as he slipped into darkness.

Little fingers danced across a keyboard taping a lullaby into the night air. It was now 4:26 in the morning and every soul was tucked into their beds fast asleep. In another 34 minutes Heero Yui would rise to start his day. It was hard for her to crack into Heero's computer, but daughter like father. At 4:28 her fingers stopped after hacking communications of an air craft. One Trio herd about through ramblings she over herd of an old man. According to him it took off shortly, and abruptly after the attack. A large number of people boarded, more then what the ship was originally designed for. As she finished her keystrokes a screen appeared, staticy but it cleared up a little. Horrified Trio pulled back, her young mind to innocent for what she saw.

Just the right time, all the pieces moved into place. Just like they where just pawns in a game.

"Trio Maxwell move."

Heero stood momentarily stunned as Trio leaped out of the chair and ran into her room. No matter how cold Heero was to Trio, unlike her father, she never feared him. Turning his head he stared at the computer, a small side screen showed two crude looking men. Something they showed had really upset Trio, it could be anything. Still, the thing that troubled him most is how could she hack his computer? Quickly Heero enlarged the image; Typing in his own codes to clean the picture up, and get audio. Who ever ran this channel was careful but not careful enough, a child did just hack it.

"Fuck."

The computer groaned under all the stress it went under to load all the information being put into it. It's tracking system pulled most of the memory and the rest was used to hold up the communications. Heero watched helpless as he saw Duo kneeling on the floor. The only mark that was distinguishable that it was Duo was the braid that slung over his shoulder. His arms limply laying on the ground as he knelt. There was no moment except for small breaths that came at irregular intervals. Sweat beaded Duo's skin, sliding down the details of his protruding bones. The fact Duo visible on screen ment these guys had confidence that no one would see them.

"The sins of the colonists are great, I fear prophet Jomad is to late to redeem the colonists. As it seems right now I fear they might find us. Word is someone watched us leave. They know where to look for us now!"

"The one will protect us, we must return our brothers and sisters to the earth. We must help save them from their sins!"

"Forgive me, but- How are we going to do that, all but one hostage is dead."

"What state is our last one in, I haven't seen him move at all."

The man grabbed Duo and forced him to his feet. "As you can see he is broken, death will claim him soon, should I put him out of his misery?"

"No quick death shall be granted for a sinner. I shall ask the prophet what to do, " the man paused, it seemed like he was looking at Heero. "Just stay were you are at. I'll get back to you when I hear more. In a matter of fact, clean and dress his wounds, we don't want him dying to fast."

"Yes commander."

The communication ended, Heero felt like he had more questions then he had answers. Quickly he checked to see if he managed to track down where the communications were coming from. Only one half came up on the map. A remote tropical island often over looked on a map. The other one, the commander, Heero had no trace on. It was like a trap that was being set. Saving the coordinates to his cel phone he walked towards Trio's room. He paused seeing her surrounded by pictures, she showed no emotion, no hope.

"Just bring home 'addy okay." She whispered, as invisible tears fell. "That's your mission 'k. If you don't return with him then don't return at all."

"Hmn, I already accepted a mission."

In silence Trio listened to Heero's foot steps as he headed for the door. Today for some reason they seemed louder, like beats of a drum. With a squeak the door opened and closed, Trio was now alone. It was now Trio broke out in a scream, her tears now bursting forward. She was now like any child her age crying for her father. Crying for strong arms to hold her, comfort her, and make all the bad people go away. There, however, was no one now.