Chapter 4
"But they're here and we're worried!"
"Even though we don't need them, they have the gall to turn up here when we have finally found out how to defend ourselves. They're useless!"
"Please girls, you have been trained better!" Lady Une called exasperatedly. It had been a long day and this was the icing on the cake. "I already knew-"
"You already knew?" Dorothy asked incredulously.
"Yes I already knew! I didn't tell you because I knew you would react like this!" Lady Une sighed. "Did they see you?"
"We don't think so. We split up and didn't see them, so we presume that they didn't see us." Cathy said.
"Just because you didn't see them-"
"Doesn't mean that they didn't see us. We know, Commander." Relena gently finished Une's sentence.
Une massaged her temples, and groaned. "From now on, no-one leaves the west wing. We stick with Cathy's plan. Training increases from here on in, the enemy is on the move, and we may have to begin our mission sooner than expected. You're dismissed."
On that note, the girls saluted, turned to the right, and filed out of Une's office. They all relaxed and began to walk down the corridor, deep in thought.
Une watched them go, also deep in thought. "They've come a long way since I first approached them with the news about the Dermail Movement two years ago." She thought to herself. "I've never been prouder of any recruits. They have worked so hard for this, for peace. They would do anything to protect it. They have given up so much. Relena alone has given up her entire lifestyle, everything that she knew. They have all made sacrifices. But what if the arrival of the Gundam Pilots throws them? There may come a time when they have to battle against them. I know they still have feelings for them. What if they can't take the final step? What if, when they're faced with a real live enemy, they fail? All my efforts will have been in vain, and the ESUN will be finished. I can't protect them from Du Lac forever." Une's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of her vid-phone beeping. Sighing, she flicked the switch.
"Phelps? What are you doing! You know that you shouldn't call me unless there is an emergency!" Une chastised him.
"Believe me, Commander, this is an emergency!" Phelps panted. "The Du Lac Movement has made an attack-" he paused as his end of vid-phone wobbled.
"Lieutenant Phelps!" a voice shouted in the distance "That last explosion took out the secondary power coupling! It's only a matter of time before the main power circuits shut down!"
"Lady Une, I don't know how much longer the base can last! We have taken extensive damage, and the Preventers are too far away!" Phelps yelled as another explosion rocked his surroundings. "Sergeant Gulag is at the fighting now. He told me to tell you that the packages are ready when you need them, and that the disk was decoded. It's on its way to you. It contains aaahhhhh!!" Abruptly, the vid-phone cut off. In turn, Lady Une turned hers off.
"Goodbye Phelps, Gulag. You were admirable soldiers." She murmured.