Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Btw thnx JasLine for the Kat writing to Relena idea :P But coming out? Nah.

I hereby introduce you to 'the bad guys'. Lol.

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Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster.

And if you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you. - Friedrich Nietzche

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Soul of Darkness

He smirked. Relena was going down. That naïve little girl had no idea what she was up against. Being defenceless was going to get them all killed. She was to be eliminated, along with her followers.

Though he didn't really want a war he would do whatever he could to prevent this girl from poisoning the mind of the board members of the ESUN with her petty ideals.

The vidcom rang, drawing his attention.

"Yes." He answered.

"The bird is leaving the nest. I have sent her agenda to you as well sir."

The lights in his office were off, leaving his face in darkness. He rolled his eyes, what an amateur. It was almost like one of those old movies. "Thank you."

Then he shut down the connection. 'Useless,' he thought, 'yet very effective as a decoy.'

He laughed. He only used this informant because it would hardly be a sacrifice when discovered. Plus it drew the attention away from his other informant. Now that was a true source of information. He had nicknamed her Artemis, after the Greek Goddess of the Hunt.

And if all else failed… He snickered, he always had anther card up his sleeve.

He peered out of his office, studying the stars. He heard the door slide open behind him. He didn't even have to turn around; he already knew who it was. Soft footsteps made their way toward him and he turned to face her. He smiled but it was a heartless smile.

"Hello Sylvia."

The girl smirked. "Have you taken care of that Peacecraft girl yet?"

"Patience my dear." He dismissed the guard as they discussed matters only known to them. He almost laughed at the girl for being so ignorant. She didn't even realize she was the one being used. He would have her killed as soon as she was no longer useful. For now she was relatively entertaining. Not to mention she was a way to keep Cory from wasting time at the whores, now he had his own personal whore.

His mind got sidetracked. At first he had simply planned on assassinating Relena. But that plan had gone haywire.

He snarled at his assistant. "Why can't you get a hold of her?"

"She said she would get a hold of us Sir."

"Why did I even want to hire her to do the job?" He muttered.

"Because she's the best Sir."

He growled.

"Sorry Sir."

He knew she was the best but why the hell wasn't the job done yet. He had tried to hire other assassins but apparently the Panther had already claimed her turf.

The couple of assassins that had dared to try had been found dead, her trademark burned into them.

He had made a grave error. He sent one of his best men after her but he was found dead as well, in his own bloody quarters. Nobody had noticed her being there, in fact the only evidence that she was there was the body again with her trademark burned in it.

He had received the following note the next day:

Relena is mine. Feel free to send others after her or me but it will end the same.

I will contact you when I feel the time is right to kill her.

Cross my path again and Relena will no longer be my only target.

Panther

No one that had ever seen Panther's true colors had lived to tell the tale. Snapping out of his thoughts he found that Sylvia had already left. Probably went off to find Cory. Agitated he had been so out of it, he marched out of his office to give a speech to his men.

"We used to be respected. We served a purpose. In the past we had glorious battles, fighting to survive. People accepted us the way we were and depended on us to keep them safe.

That was back in the days when being a soldier was something to be proud of. Protecting your country and the ones you love was the highest form of honour one could possibly achieve.

Now we no longer serve a purpose. With peace our life has been taken away. What is to become of soldiers who no longer fight? We are not accepted in this peaceful society. This society is based on hypocrisy.

It is expected of us to throw down our weapons and fit in, yet they are not willing to give us a chance to start a new life. Once a soldier, always a soldier is what they think. They do not care that we too are only human. They do not care that we have needs and desires just like every other person.

Instead they start these trials, resembling the witch trials of the Dark Ages only now hunting down soldiers like the people once did with witches. Accusing us of everything that went wrong and refusing to open their eyes to see what is really going on.

And Relena Peacecraft is leading them. Not one person questions what she is doing or holds her responsible. They merely follow her lead like tame sheep. Without a life, a purpose, we have nothing to lose and everything to gain."

The men mumbled in agreement.

"Those who fight for freedom are the most powerful of all, history has constantly proven that. Soon our captors will know the true meaning of battle. And not even the great Gundam Pilots will stand a chance against us.

They do not even know of our plans. And even if they did, what are they without their Gundams?

Victory is destined to be ours."

His men roared their approval.

"We are not rebels; we are people fighting in order to survive. This is how nature meant it to be. Mankind has always had to fight to survive. The survival of the fittest is the law and we are the fittest.

We no longer obey the laws that bind us to humbleness and humility. We shall no longer shame our ancestors by being too weak to fight."

Looking around he saw determined faces and various men nodding.

"We are going to change society. Destiny made us the soldiers of the future. And if the future will not accept us, we will change it. The future is going to be shaped to our satisfaction.

Men, the time is drawing near for us to take over. Long enough have we been forced to obey a little girl who has been chaining us down, forcing us to be vulnerable.

We shall retaliate and free ourselves and all of mankind. Soon this so-called peace will be nothing more than a distant memory. And that same fate shall await Relena Peacecraft. Are you with me?"

Once again his men roared.

He smirked. Victory was going to be theirs indeed.

Todd Burdett, one of his generals stood behind him. He was the best when it came to collecting information. And he was his nephew, after all he trusted his family more, within reason that is.

"I want you to gather as much information as possible on Relena Peacecraft and all those pitiful fools supporting her."

Todd nodded and disappeared into the shadows.

"Papa." A little boy came running to him. "I have inspected the men as you told me to." The boy saluted.

He looked down grinning at his son. "Good work Devo."

"What can I do now?" The boy looked at him eagerly.

"Go see if Cory has anything for you to do."

"Okay." The boy took off running.

Cory Burdett was in a bad mood. He was stuck here training those 'recruits'. Pathetic, over half of them barely knew how to hold a gun, let alone fire one.

A blur ran into him. He looked down in surprise.

"Can I help?" The boy looked up at him hopefully.

Cory smirked. "Of course. Men, this is Devon Therrien. He is going to fill in for me. I expect you to treat him as you would treat me. Or else I or the boss himself will have your heads."

They nodded in fear.

"They're all yours now Devon." A sadistic grin on his face.

Then he sat back and watched as the little guy drilled the soldiers like a professional. He had been hanging around them way too much. The door opened quietly and a girl walked in. His grin widened as she sat on his lap. This might not be such a bad day after all.

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Just to make sure you got all that. The boss of the organization is Daniel Therrien. He has two children, Devon, who is 5 going on 6 and his daughter Mel who is a lot older than Devon. Dan has three nephews, two of which are generals Cory and Todd, their brother Michael you will meet soon as well.

Just thought I'd clarify it a bit. Just let me know what you think and if there is anything you do not get. (Not that I expect that or anything but you never know with people nowadays, I for one never expected to have to explain to one of my friends what a skunk is, ah well, can't blame her for being Dutch, lol)

Until next time, take care people ;)