Leina woke up to deranged cackling emanating from her brother's room, and she sighed.

It was one of those days, it seemed.

Yawning, the girl rolled out of bed, ready to start the day. Big brother's weird antics or not, they still had school to go too.

…Well, at least she had school to go to. Judau barely went, these days, choosing to skip more often than not. It didn't sit well with her, him doing that. He needed school too, didn't he?! He's always saying stuff like "you need good grades to get up in life, you gotta pay attention," but he doesn't even listen to what he says! Leina frowned. Yes, it put gilla on the table, but…

It wasn't fair, that big brother was sacrificing his own future for her own. He deserved better, no matter how much he seemed to not think otherwise. He deserved better friends, at least, ones that wouldn't get him arrested!

Stupid Judau.

Throwing on her backpack, Leina grabbed her pink sweater and made for the kitchen, pausing long enough to kick Judau's door twice. "Onii-chan! Stop laughing and come eat!"

From within, the cackling ceased, and a sheepish voice responded. "Yeah, yeah, I here you little sis. Gimme a sec!"

"Half a sec. I'm hungry and you put the Flake-Es where I can't get them!"

"Rats, Leina!"

"Liar! You don't want me to finish them."

A different kind of laughter, the kind Leina was more used to, emerged from her big brother's room before the door finally opened and Judau hopped out, one sock halfway on. "Morning, Leina."

The girl huffed and turned away, even as Judau ruffled her hair as he passed. Undeterred, Judau grinned. "So, you said you want the Flake-Es? We still have milk, right?"

Leina nodded. She'd nabbed a carton on her way back from school yesterday, while Judau had still been out working. "In the icebox."

Humming in acknowledgement, her brother disappeared into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, while Leina herself made a detour to brush her teeth. When she emerged a few minutes later, breath minty, a bowl of cereal was waiting for her on the table. Besides it, Judau munched on slice of bread, and Leina frowned.

Grabbing the box of cereal her brother had (foolishly) left within her reach, Leina pushed the bowl towards him, moving to grab another. "Eat."

Judau blinked. "But-"

"Eat," she pouted. Years of living together had taught her that her big brother was weak to any perceived sadness on her part. If it worked, it worked, and was it really manipulating if she really was sad he still tried to eat as little as possible to leave her the most?

Honestly, it's a wonder he's a fit as he is. Stupid junk work.

"But I'm not hungry?" her brother tried again, and Leina rolled her eyes.

"You have work today, right?" she asked, more a statement that a question, and Judau's guilty look was all the answer she needed. Nodding sagely, she poked the bowl again. "Then you need to eat!"

Grumbling at her persistence, she assumed, her big brother did as she bade. Satisfied, she finally turned to her own breakfast. "I still don't get why you're so stupid sometimes, onii-chan."

Judau grinned. "Someone has to be, and God knows you're too smart for it. Smarter than you oughta be."

This time, it was her turn to grin, turning her nose up in what her brother had coined her 'signature look of superiority.' "Brains," she said, pointing at herself, before the finger turned to him. "Brawn."

Snickering, her brother conceded, turning to his food.

The two finished their breakfasts in comfortable silence, before she looked at the clock and paled. "Aaaaw, I'm gonna be late… Onii-chan, this is your fault."

"Blame me for everything, why dont'cha?" her brother sighed. "You wound me, beloved sister." Then he stood, throwing a smirk her way. "Come on, I'll give you ride. Forgive me?"

She pretended to muse on it for a moment, before crossing her arms. "Only if you let me sit in the front."

"...No touching the handlebars. Or the pedals."

Leina giggled. "Deal!"

Then, they were off.

Today's the day.

It had been the first thought that had shoved its way through the dreariness of his just-now-waking mind, and it had been more than enough to shock himself awake.

Today's the day, he thought again, an uncontrollable grin spreading across his face. Fucking FINALLY!

Fourteen years. Fourteen long, long, looong years, he'd been waiting for this day. Inaction, as it had turned out, did not suit him in the slightest- but soon, all that would come to an end. He wouldn't have to sit on his knowledge for much longer. He could actually get shit done, or at least try.

And that chance to try was all he really wanted.

The first chuckle that escaped him was almost involuntary. The accompanying cackles were just as involuntary, but in no-way uninvited.

"Today's the day," Judau whispered, his grin wide. "TODAY'S THE D-"

BAM BAM.

Leina's annoyed voice, and kicks, snapped him out of his reverie, and he winced sheepishly. Woops. He'd been a bit to loud, it seemed. And boy, did he know how much Leina enjoyed her slow mornings, like him. Neither of them were morning people.

Judau wondered which parent they'd inherited that from.

The pre-day banter passed them by as normal- or, near normal. His nerves were killing him, and his stomach felt like it was filled with stones. Judau was well aware, objectively, that he should eat regardless- he had a big day ahead of him (assuming he'd gotten the date right. God, Judau hoped he hadn't hyped today up for nothing) and the energy would do him good…

Of course, the human mind and body were mysterious things, prone to being stupid on occasion.

Or maybe, he mused, crunching on Flake-Es, maybe it was just me being stupid.

Judau thought back to the last words he'd thought last night, before dismissing it. Nah. Can't be.

Letting the thought go, the boy decided to bask in the mundane revalry that was start of his last days on Shangri-la.

…

"Alright," he spoke, and as much as it sounded like it was meant for Leina, it was more for himself. "Let's go."

Then they were off.

If there was one thing he loved about living in the slums, it was the near-absolute lack of law-enforcement.

Not to say that was a good thing, but, where they lived, people tended to help each other rather than gank the shit out of them, which had saved both him and Leina from starving quite a few times. God, he missed those yearly potlucks. Stupid war-rationing.

But, it also meant that when someone saw a fourteen-year-old driving a motorbike, nobody batted an eye. All he really had to do was not drive by any police stations, or cars, and he was golden. Even then, they tended to ignore him if he was adhering to the road laws, which, fair.

Then again, he looked less fourteen and more sixteen. And he was mentally eighteen… which, was odd, now that he thought about it. He would've thought for sure that he'd age mentally as well, but, no. Something told him he simply hadn't. It was weird, but it was offset by the fact that he knew weirder things had happened in the Universal Century. The Phoenix Hunt, for one.

Man, what a scuffed universe.

All in all, it saved him having to pay schoolbus fees for the both of then, and he had a way to get to-and-from work. Which, to Leina's ire, was where he was going, now that he had dropped her off.

…He really wished she wouldn't feel the need to drag him to school. Or, at the very least, didn't feel the need to chase after him and make sure he wasn't in trouble. Which he loved her for, because he'd always been a sucker for sibling goals even in the memories of his past life, but she deserved better than to do that.

Maybe she'll actually stay here today, he wondered, before tuning back in to the conversation.

"-you promise you're coming back for after-lunch lessons, right? Right, Onii-chan?" Gah, damn Leina and her persistence. They really did need the gilla. Not that they were strapped for it, at the moment, but he wanted to buy her a few presents and some restaurant meals before subjecting her to whatever the Argama had onboard. She deserved that much, at least, for putting up with him.

And also, she usually stopped using Japanese words to refer to him in public when she wasn't too annoyed with him. The irony that Shangri-la, of all places, had apparently picked up something of a Japanese culture somehow, no matter how bastardized it was (or, at least, how he thought it was- who knew what Japan was like nowadays?), was not lost on him.

Anime ja Nai, huh?

Nevermind the fact that the ZZ's opening was a canonical song in the Universal Century. He still wasn't sure what to feel about that.

Sighing, Judau reached over and ruffled his sister's hair. "...I'll try," he compromised. "I'm expecting a big haul today, so I might be a bit. But I'll try." Flashing her a thumbs-up, he grinned confidently. "Don't worry 'bout your onii-chan, aight?"

"I always worry," Leina replied plainly, and before Judau even had a chance to digest that, she pulled him in for a hug. "But, come back. Even if you're late. Before dinner, though, you promised me pasta yesterday and I'm holding you to that."

Judau returned the embrace gently. "I'll come back," he promised, this time without hesitation. "Ashta against the world, remember?"

And he fucking meant it. No matter what his memories told him, there was nothing in the Earth Sphere, for him, that would trump Leina's importance to him. And like hell he was leaving her behind. It still stumped him, how he just left her with Sayla when he dipped to Jupiter, in canon.

Not this time.

Leina watched him for a moment, before smiling. "Ashta against the world."

Then she was gone, joining the throngs of schoolkids heading inside. Sparing one last glance, Judau's fist clenched, determined.

I'll come back, Leina. Even if I had to fight every Gundam under the sun.

Before he knew it, he was outside the colony, hunting.

And there it was. A damaged wannabe-Zaku in the distance, and a very intact escape-pod.

Judau grimaced. And there's a Titan pilot in there. Dad's rolling in grave with enough force to create gravity, no doubt. Wherever that is, anyways.

Ugh. Even looking at the pod sent left a bitter taste in him. Judau was not a fan of the Titans, no matter how light their presence had been in Shangri-la compared to other colonies. The Titans were still the Titans, and besides the fact that they had no redeeming features and were just generally the worst aspects of Zeon and the Federation combined, no self-respecting spacenoid could call himself one and not hate the Titans.

And as much as he vehemently refused to fully go down the path canon intended him to go down, he had to be careful about how he did it. Future knowledge was nice, and all, but that only really applied for so long if he kept going out of his way to make butterflies. Sure, some information would probably remain unchanged regardless, like the fact that proto-Full Frontal was still kicking, or the location and contents of Laplace's Box, or the fact that Haman Karn was probably going to be the hottest woman he'd ever get the grace to lay eyes on, but still.

Judau hadn't come this far just to throw all his advantages out the window.

A glint of white in the darkness of space caught his eye, and the Shangri-la boy found himself looking away from the pod and towards the distant ship heading towards the colony.

The Argama had finally come to Side 1.

Swallowing his nerves, Judau breathed in, and out, before maneuvring the Petite MS over to the pod, and nabbing it.

"Showtime," he whispered, before flicking the comms back on.

"-did it, Judau! And without a suit, too!"

Woops. Guessed I missed a bit of that.

"Please," he grinned, "this was easy. Getting an MS proper out here would've just made it too easy." Not that he would have minded one. Maaan, what he would do to get a Geara Doga or Zulu out here. Or something with a monoeye. Not the Hizack, though. He had standards.

From there, it was simply doing his best to keep his words somewhat in line with what his memories could tell him, and bring the pod in. Easy enough, Judau supposed, and it was. "Damn shame we're not gonna be able to sell this, though," he muttered. "Ten thousand gilla… shucks, I could've gone and bought that dress Leina eyed the other day…"

Maybe he could come back for it later? Aaw, but he couldn't, could he? He still had to go and try to 'steal' the Zeta Gundam, and assume his rightful place as the Number One Haman Simp from Mashamyre. And maybe give him an honorable fight, this time. He could do that much. Assuming he learned how to pilot the Zeta real quick.

"Find anything else out there?" Iino asked, and Judau gave him the thumbs up.

"Eyo, call Beecha and the others! There's a trashed Hizack outside. We can go back for it later, though." The Petite MS thumped the pod lightly. "Here's the real haul. Reel me in, man!"

His friend grinned back. "Then let's bring it in!"

When they finally entered the colony again, Judau breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how many times he went out in that thing, he did not trust the Petite Mobile Suit (and what a stupid name, it was) for shit. It had taken him a week before he trusted it enough to go outside the colony, when he'd first started junk-hauling. Glass and open space did not have good resumes in the Universal Century.

An image of Kamille's mother flashed through his head, and he grimaced. Fucking Jerrid.

Finally landing back on solid ground, Judau opened the cockpit up and breathed in deep. Patting the Petite and whispering a thank you, as always, he hopped from it onto the pod. Iino thwacked it lightly twice, grin widening. "This is some top-tier, Judau. Great catch!"

"Straight off the assembly line," Judau whistled. "We split this five ways, that's 2000 gilla each."

"Shame we can't just keep it between us," Iino sighed, before shrugging, kneeling to pry open the pod's outer control panel. "But, we gotta follow the code."

"It is what it is."

Something sparkled for a moment, catching his eye, and he withheld a sigh when he saw it. There it is. Come on out, Titan.

"One, two, three… and open," Judau murmured, the pod's side opening at the right input. And yup, there he was. One Yavan never-did-figure-out-his-last-name, pompously blond, lack of eyebrows and all. The boy resisted the urge to spit. "Hey, Iino, there's someone inside."

His friend blinked. "Wait, what?"

"The pilot survived."

Moving over to get a look, Iino peeked inside, then sighed. "Damn. We can't take it to the junkyard now."

Judau snorted. "Hey, we worked hard to bring that in. All we gotta do is dump the pilot out and throw him out the airlock."

Iino gave him a look, and Judau shrugged. "It's fiiine, Iino. He's a T-"

The sounds of an approaching engine cut him off, and he turned in time to see Beecha and Mondo pull up, expectant looks on their faces.

"That thing looks pristine," Beecha whistled, before shooting the two of them a thumbs-up. "Nice haul, you guys."

From the hauler, Mondo mirrored the gesture. "We got it from here. Meet at the usual place?"

On any other day, Judau might've been slightly annoyed that his friends had shown up to steal his haul, even if had told Iino to call for them. That was the code, between them- all hauls were shared equally, no matter who was involved. He would've preferred to have first dibs on anything he personally pulled in, but it hadn't been worth the arguing at the time.

That asides, he had bigger fish to fry, today.

Sharing a quick look with Iino, Judau shrugged, then pointed towards the open cockpit. "We got a problem, though."

"Oh?" Beecha hummed, sauntering over to the opening. "What ki- hhrk!"

A grab to the lapels, and a gun pointed to his chest, soon filled him in.

An irritated Leina was waiting for him, back home.

"You didn't go to your classes."

Judau winced. "Work stuff came up," he answered eventually. "Got caught out there longer than usual. I… actually have to go back in a bit, we're not done yet. Just came to grab some food for the haul."

Leina, way more perceptive than he wished she was at that moment, raised an eyebrow. "Which is why you're sneaking out with clothes? Dad's clothes?"

Judau winced. Alright, yeah, maybe trying to sneak in and out of the house as to not alert Leina might not have been the smartest thing to do.

"It's not like he's gonna use 'em," Judau sulked, opening the door. He's dead. Probably. "Just thought I'd bring some so I can take a nap without sleeping on metal."

The look on Leina's face told him that she didn't believe him for a second. His sister had always been a perceptive little shit, the boy thought fondly.

Leaping from the stairway, thank God for the lessened gravity, Judau neatly landed on his motorbike before peeling off, rubber screeching on asphalt. Leina poke her head out of a window, her disapproving frown stopping him, and he groaned. "Don't worry about it, Leina. I'll be back for dinner. Now be a good imouto and stay here, please? I'll feel better if you're not wandering around."

"You wouldn't feel that way if you just went to school and came home!"

Judau crossed his arms, groaning. "C'mon, Leina, you know we need the money. And if I make big bucks with this haul, I'll be able to send you to that fancy uptown school! Have you seen their programs? You'd be set for life!"

Pouting, Leina simply chucked something at him- his speaker, Judau realized after he barely caught it- at him before ducking back inside, and he groaned again. There she goes, my beloved little sister. On God I did not sign up for this.

But he wouldn't change her for the world.

(He would change the world forher.)

Revving his bike, Judau grinned. "Argama, here I come."

The ride to the port went almost exactly like canon.

Which suited Judau just fine, as far as he was concerned. As much as he would've liked to crush Yazan with the Petite, he had a purpose to play yet still. Once he got the Zeta, though…

Well, mama never raised no wimp, and he was nothing if not for solving problems prematurely.

And, as much as he hated the fact that they'd stolen a truck from a fellow spacenoid just trying to make a living (if Judau ever came back to Shangri-la after the main plot kicked off, he was gonna track that man down and give him some gold), it was so fucking hard to come across good fruit where he lived, and it had been ages since the nectar of the gods (read: peaches) had graced him with its liquid. At the very least, something good for him had come out of all of this.

I should bring some back for Leina, he decided, peeling away at an orange.

The thought had to be set aside, alas, when the truck rolled to a stop, and Yazan tossed two rifles their way before gesturing at him. "Kid in the red, with me."

Fuck off, Titan trash, he thought."Hai," he said instead.

Finally rolling to a stop, Judau opened the back door and hopped out, rifle in hands. Oh, hey, there's Fa.

He… really didn't want to hold her at gunpoint. He didn't want anything to do with Yazan. But…

The plan. Remember the plan. Just keep it cool. Keep it canon. You'll be fine, she'll be fine, everyone'll be fine.

Almost everyone.

Judau tried to push the guilt away. The look on Fa's face when Yazan made his move did not help in the matter.

"You're the one driving?" the Titan grunted. Fa, just like Judau remembered, didn't give a reply, more concerned with ensuring the kids were alright… which, they were. He was well aware of them being beneath the truck, but Yazan didn't need to know that.

Of course, Yazan being Yazan took exception to not getting an answer, and Judau moved, grabbing the Titan's shoulder to reign him in whilst desperately tamping down the urge to unload a clip into the man's back. "Hey, you gotta treat a girl with respect! Plus, the thing's got patients inside. Probably."

Yazan raised an eyebrow, turning back to Fa. "Is that so?"

"No, I haven't picked up anyone yet."

Fa was a fucking liar.

Inwardly, Judau nodded. I respect it. Kamille, you got a good wife right here. Wake up soon so she can be happy with you.

And speaking of Kamille…

He let the rest of the conversation pass by in a blur, catching the gatecard when it was tossed his way and making his way to the back.

It was… dark. Empty looking.

(Judau knew better, though.)

Ignoring Iino's question, the boy made his way over to the single cot, and beheld his predecessor.

"...Heya, Kamille," Judau whispered.

He didn't get any response, not that he'd been expecting one, but he got the feeling that a part of the blue-haired boy was still listening. He… got a lot of feelings, actually, the Newtype connection prying his own latent abilities open at last.

Then the boy's eyes shifted to look at him, and Judau stilled.

Kamille held out a hand. Judau took it.

The room was replaced by the universe, and Kamille by a sun.

It was… weird, in a soothing way. That was the only way he could possibly describe it- like coming home from a winter shift, cold as hell and tired beyond belief, before falling into the comforts of a warm bed, so very different and contrasting from the outside yet so very relieving.

It felt nice.

He wondered how it'd feel with Haman.

"I, um…" he started, suddenly very, very nervous. His mouth wasn't moving, Judau noted abruptly. So that was how that worked. "I have… a plan. Several, really, though it's all basically one long-con. I can't… I won't do what canon wants me to. I'm not gonna fight for that. I want to fight for my future, and Leina's, and I'll do it my way."

Judau took a breath.

"I'll make everything worth it, in the end. I'll try, at least. Wish me luck."

God, he hoped he could live up to that promise.

…

An idea came to his mind, and Judau hummed in thought. "Oh yeah, before I forget, do you mind giving me a rundown of the Zeta's contro-"

A spark seemed to run from Kammile's mind to his, and the complexities of the Zeta Gundam suddenly seemed like child's play.

Huh.

It was that easy? If only canon-him had known.

Judau smiled. "...Thank's, Kamille," he whispered. "Get better soon. Fa's waiting."

Fa was… confused. And angry. And concerned. But mostly the first two.

The adult, she understood. A former Titan, she could tell, from the way he talked and held himself. His stake in this, Fa understood.

Children, though? These boys hardly looked like they were halfway through grade-school, though their eyes looked older than the kids their age back home. Especially with the kid in red.

This kid… He saw Kamille. And yet…

"Why'd you tell him there was nobody back there?" she asked, genuinely curious. She had little else to do but ask, or eat, and the latter didn't appeal to her at the moment.

The boy shrugged. "I have my reasons, lady," he replied, munching on a peach. "Besides, only a coward takes an injured person as a hostage."

Fa glared. "But a girl is just fine?"

He shrugged again. "Equal rights, equal fights. I yearn for true gender equality. Don't you?"

She blinked. I… don't have an answer to that.

Deciding to divert from that topic, and resiting the urge to punch the crown of her nose, Fa tried again. "Do you always do stuff like this instead of going to school? Kidnapping women and holding them for ransom? What's so fun about making your parents cry?"

Instead of sadness, or anger, like she'd expected, the boy in red just laughed. The other boy, the one the brown shirt, answered in his stead. "And what are they gonna teach us at school," he scoffed, and the other boy hummed in agreement. "Like we have time for that."

"Living ain't cheap," the other replied, "and someone's gotta pay our taxes. My Dad's probably dead, spinning in his grave so fast he's probably generating gravity, so nothin' from there. And Ma's somewhere, never did figure out exactly where. She sends an allowance, but it isn't enough to cover everything."

"I see…" Fa sighed. The war had taken too much from everyone it seemed, even here…

With a sudden lurch, the lift stopped moving, and the atmosphere shifted.

"Showtime," the boy in red whispered.

Fuck, I wanna shoot him in the back. Or the face. Or anywhere. I'm not picky.

Watching Yazan make his attempt at stealing the Zeta was bad enough. The fact that they were helping him made Judau feel even worse. And, had it been only that, his guilt would end there.

It wasn't.

Someone was supposed to die today. Someone of the Argama crew. Someone that he had the power to save.

Someone that he wouldn't save.

He had no idea how crucial that member of the Argama would be, if he lived. From what little he could recall from Zeta's episodes, the ones he had actually seen, Judau was certain that the one who died today would not be so content to be one of the background npcs, no. He'd be one of the minor support cast to his major cast, so to speak.

Judau didn't know how much that one man's presence would change things, would tile things against his favour. He... he couldn't afford to take that chance, not now. Not when he had waited so long for this.

I'm sorry.

It… wracked at him, the guilt, the same kind that had dogged him during the months of 0079. Or, maybe it was worse than then, because at least during the One Year War, he'd been far too young to actually accomplish anything. But now…

The Shangri-la boy shook the thought aside. The plan, the plan. Remember the plan.

He took a breath, grabbed the rifle, then headed out for the truck's roof. Judau had no intention of actually shooting anyone (that belonged to the Argama, anyways…), but the truck would give him the perfect vantage point for-

"There you are, baby."

The Zeta Gundam. His test-run for his actual baby ZZ when it finally made it over to him. It'd do for now. I'll take good care of it, Kamille. Mostly.

"Hold down the fort, guys," he spoke abruptly, tossing his gun to Beecha. Had they been later on in the series, Judau would've tossed the gun to a Neo Zeon soldier before passing it to Beecha 'this hoe ain't loyal' Oleg, but he was alright for now. "I have a stupid idea."

Beecha blinked. "Judau, what d'you- DUDE, ARE YOU INSANE?!"

"MAYBE!" he called back, already shooting towards the Zeta. And, oh, hey, that's Captain Bright. He was going to crash feetfirst into one of the most influential people of the early Universal Century.

Judau made a mental kiss towards Amuro Ray's general direction. This one's for you, man.

"Sorry about this!" Judau grinned, very much not sorry as his flying kick hit the man square on the chest, knocking him off his soon-to-be Mobile Suit. "You'll be fine!"

Then, with that done, he turned away, focusing on the wonderful machine before him. There would be no floundering with the controls here, no desperate searching, not anymore. He knew where everything was, thanks to Kamille.

Which was why, when he immediately found the hatch-release lever and the cockpit opened, his grin grew wider. And in we go.

And in he went.

The moment he hit the controls, Judau's hands shot out for the appropriate inputs, albeit not as quickly as Kamille's muscle-memory said they should. Nonetheless, the hatch closed, right before Bright stuck his head inside. Score.

The cameras flickered to life suddenly, and from darkness, Judau ascended into light, the Zeta's panoramic monitors switching on.

Try as he did, the boy couldn't stop the giddy smile spreading across his face. So this is a Gundam. I'm actually in a-

Outside the Gundam, a soul shrivled up and died.

Anything remotely happy he felt about his situation turned to ash in an instant. He remembered the name, now.

Saegusa is dead.

Silence met him, for a moment, as he sat still in the Zeta's cockpit, throwing up mental wall after mental wall. He…

Judau didn't want to here any dying words in his mind, today.

I'm sorry, he thought again. My selfishness got you killed. I'm sorry.

But, take solace.

You won't die alone.

Judau punched in the activation, and the Zeta Gundam flared to life. Suddenly, he had the attention of the entire port, including the Lannister-wannabe Titan.

Judau grinned again.

(Had he looked in a mirror, he would have found it to be less giddy and more grating.)

Then he flicked on the Zeta's external speakers, and let loose.

"...You know how sick it made me, to work with the likes of you, Titan scum?"

Holy FUCK, that felt good to say. Judau's grinned grew wilder. Maybe he'd feel better he did it some more.

So, he did.

"If I knew you were in that pod, I would've left you to die, like a good spacenoid would've. And you got the motherfucking gall to come here, to my home, and bring your dying war here?! Nah. NAH. Fuck that, fuck you, and fuck the Titans." And fuck the Feds, but I ain't saying that where Bright can here it.

He could see Yazan growling, inside the Petite Mobile Suit. Though he couldn't hear it, the sound was music to Judau's ears. But, something would sound even better, coming from Yazan.

Dead silence.

And Judau would make it so.

"So, make like a good little unicorn-"

The thrusters roared to life, and the Zeta Gundam moved, arms outstretched towards Yazan's MS. And, the moment the Zeta made contact, Judau pushed the thruster-stick all the way down.

"-and get the HELL OUT OF HERE!"

A/N: Writing kids is a tad bit hard for me, usually, but I'm blessed by the fact that Leina is pretty perceptive for a ten-year old. She's always struck me as a smart child. Here's hoping I did her justice.

I'd also say forgive me for the blatant "get out of here dash," but Gundam Unicorn was my first UC Gundam, and it's what pulled me kicking and screaming into the Universal Century to begin with. I am biased in its favor and by God I'll make it show.