Lost Memories/ Amnesia Girl Chapter 15

I think I'm going to make that poll…I'm just curious what people think.

"Le Creuset, he hasn't changed a bit," Waltfeld sighed. It's been two weeks since the fall of Heliopolis. Waltfeld tossed a set of paper aside causing his junior officer to stiffen.

"Sir?" DaCosta asked curiously. Waltfeld had forgotten that DaCosta was even in the room. He gave the younger man a smile before shifting through his papers.

Waltfeld sighed, "Nothing. The resistance fighters are becoming more active. I want you to send Kirkwood, Amarante and Hadat out for some scouting."

"Yes sir," DaCosta replied leaving the room. Destroying a whole colony…What the hell is that guy thinking? Waltfeld thought. He really hated that guy and he always wanted to distance Amarante from men like him.

"Kirkwood, Amarante, Hadat," DaCosta called out. Amarante was working on her BuCUE and the other two were watching near-by. That day was a scorcher and Amarante had taken off her uniform coat. Amarante was soaked in sweat and powdered with soot. They hurried to their second in commanding officer.

"All here and accounted for sir," Amarante said with a salute she stepped back into the line with the other boys.

"Commander Waltfeld wants you three to go scouting, He also wants Amarante to take point," DaCosta replied. Amarante looked away feeling that she was inadequate for the job. Hadat twitched…the girl? Why not him! He had been there the longest and yet Commander Waltfeld placed AMARANTE in head of the team.

"DaCosta, I don't think I'm right for the job," Amarante argued. Hadat smirked gently believing that DaCosta would relinquish the command to him.

"The commander has a lot of faith in you," DaCosta replied. Amarante grimaced, she wished that the relationship with her commander was a little more distant.

"I have the least combat experience out of the three of us," Amarante argued. That's very true…Now let me be in charge of the team. This is what I've always wanted Hadat thought.

"Amarante, you're not getting out of this," DaCosta snapped before becoming soft. "I have a lot of faith in you too." Hadat wanted to roll his eyes at the sentimental DaCosta but he knew he'd be chewed out if he did.

"Yes sir," Amarante sighed with a salute. She was still very uncomfortable about this. She knew that Kirkwood would follow her but Hadat was a crazy person on the battlefield. He was nicknamed the Pit bull because he's was so crazy.

"You'll be scouting sector 52," DaCosta ordered. The other two joined Amarante in a salute before going to suit up.

Boy's Locker room

"Amarante really is his favorite. Do you think she'll eventually replace DaCosta?" Hadat asked. He wanted to badmouth Amarante but the two were in a relationship.

"No. Amarante will probably replace the Commander on the battle field. She will probably be our battle field commander," Kirkwood replied. Hadat heart began to sink…the commander knew how good he was and how essential he was to the team.

"Yeah. So how's your relationship going?" Hadat teased. He had to lighten his mood some how without showing that he was upset.

"Great. We're really getting closer and closer. I love her very much," Kirkwood answered. Hadat nodded as they finished dressing before joining Amarante outside. They went to their mobile suits as the surrounding mechanics left the area. Once the area was clear the three of them left. Once they were off the base Amarante and the others formed a triangle with Amarante at the point.

"Hey guys what ever happens we can't let them separate," Amarante reasoned if they ever encountered an enemies. I can't believe the commander put so much weight on my shoulders. I've only taken point with him around. I can't do this without him, Amarante thought worriedly.

"Yeah what ever," Hadat groaned. Now she thinks she SOOOOO high and mighty…Hadat thought with a huff. He was beginning to get that itch, and it needed to be scratched.

"Roger that," Kirkwood answered.

"Why are we going at such a slow pace? Anything will find us at this rate," Hadat growled. Intimidated Amarante shrunk inside her cockpit. She really did need her commander to help her out.

"I think our pace is fine," Amarante replied. It was a confidant but meek reply and her teammates could see that.

"Yeah, three large heat sources moving at a slow pace. Anything will find us," Hadat complained. He was really itching for a battle. He wanted to kill something, anything and he didn't care what it was.

"We're scouting not pursuing something," Kirkwood snapped. Knowing that Kirkwood was supporting her she regained some confidence.

"Don't go AWOL on me," Amarante snapped. An alarm sounded in the three suits alerting the pilots. This time it was the alliance who had sent reconnaissance planes and tanks. The resistance fighters were no where in sight but the alliance members had no intention in fighting them at the moment.

"Commander, we've spotted Earth Forces tanks and planes," Kirkwood relayed to the Lesseps. They acknowledged the fact but told them specifically NOT to attack.

"Finally something," Hadat said hungrily. He broke from their formation going after the closet set of tanks. The itch was getting too much for him, it was burning and it need to be scratched. Alarmed that Hadat lunged towards them the Earth Forces mounted a counter attack.

"HADAT! Don't break formation!" Amarante called out. Kirkwood stayed by his girl as they were shelled by the tanks and planes. Kirkwood moved forward in front of Amarante to protect her.

"Hadat get back here!" Kirkwood called back. He completely ignored them firing at a tank. Laughing hysterically he continued to shoot down several tanks and planes.

"Kirkwood if we stay still like this we'll be killed. We're attacking," Amarante told him. She let out a yelp as a rocket hit the back of her mobile suit. Kirkwood's heart sank seeing Amarante being attack.

"Roger that," Kirkwood replied. Knowing that the planes had the upper hand Amarante aimed towards the sky locking on to several planes. Her hand twitched as she released the lock on the planes. I can't lock on to them…They're moving too fast…I have to predict where they're going to move, Amarante thought. Her hands shook slightly aiming a little ahead of the plane. It easily avoided the rocket before shooting at Amarante. Kirkwood moved in front of Amarante to protect her unit from damage. With the distraction Kirkwood created, Amarante fired back at the planes shooting down one and damaging several others.

"Damn," Hadat hissed as he was bombarded with shells. Reluctantly Hadat went back to the formation Kirkwood and Amarante had formed.

"I told you to remain in formation and now look where it got you?" Amarante roared. He hated to admit that Amarante was right. Heck, he hated to admit that any woman was right.

"Hold on a minute?" Hadat growled as the three pilots destroyed the oncoming targets. As the number of enemies dwindled one of the planes issued signal flares to retreat. The remaining tanks and planes turned the other way and began their retreat.

"Phew," Amarante said over the com system. She relaxed in her seat as Kirkwood resumed his position in their triangle. Hadat growled wondering why Amarante was letting them get away. She was just like Commander Waltfeld…weak.

"Let's get them!" Hadat screamed running after the retreating tanks. Amarante sighed angrily running after Hadat. The tanks were about to return fire but Amarante broadsided Hadat's unit.

"Oh my," Amarante gasped. She didn't want anymore casualties on either sides. This war had already taken many lives and damaged several others. It has even damaged the lives of the non-soldiers.

"What the hell are you doing? Why are you protecting the enemy?" Hadat demanded as his unit hit the ground. The tanks continued to retreat silently thanking Amarante for the support.

"Let's go," Amarante said softly in an angered tone. Kirkwood flinched at the anger in her voice. He had never seen Amarante so angry, but she had every right to.

"The commander is going to here about this!" Hadat hollered.

"Hadat enough. We have our orders," Kirkwood replied following Amarante. She sighed softly wondering why she did this. Amarante believed that she should have hit DaCosta so she'd get in trouble and wouldn't have to go on the mission.

"Commander Waltfeld, we're returning," Amarante replied contacting the Lesseps. Amarante was boiling mad and she never wanted to take point again. The bridge crew was surprised to see the anger in her voice as well. They knew that something bad had gone on.

"Commander, Amarante was defending the enemy!" Hadat growled. He had ran to Waltfeld's office.

"What do you mean?" Waltfeld asked. Amarante and Kirkwood entered soon after. Amarante held on to Kirkwood's hand tightly wondering what Hadat had told him. Kirkwood only held on to her hand to calm her but released it when in front of the superior.

"Isn't that right Amarante. Why did you defend the enemy? You're just a crazy natural lover!" Hadat barked at her. Amarante growled trying to lunge at Hadat. Kirkwood held her back and Waltfeld saw this was getting out of hand quickly.

"Hey hey! I can't have everyone yelling at each other," Waltfeld snapped. Amarante calmed down causing Kirkwood to relax his grip on the girl.

"I'm sorry sir but I hate having a traitor among us," Hadat said in a low voice. Amarante tensed again and Kirkwood tighten his grip again.

"You just stay quiet. Amarante, what is the meaning of this?" Waltfeld demanded. He was becoming fed up with this circus show.

"Our enemy was retreating and Hadat was going to destroy them. I just merely stopped him because that's not my style," Amarante replied. It also wasn't the Commander's style and everyone knew that too.

"Hadat also broke formation and went engaged the enemy, AFTER you said not to engage," Kirkwood said in Amarante's defense. Waltfeld shot a glare at Kirkwood before turning his attention to Hadat. Kirkwood finally released Amarante who was still angry but more pacified.

"Hadat what came first?" Waltfeld asked trying to piece everything together. He wanted to hear both sides of the story, and he already knew that Kirkwood would agree with anything that Amarante said.

"I broke formation first," Hadat said through his teeth. He could have lied but it would only get him into more trouble.

"I'm disappointed in you Hadat. Amarante, Kirkwood you two are dismissed," Waltfeld ordered. The two saluted before leaving. Once outside Amarante took Kirkwood's hand as they walked down the hall. He wrapped his hand around her waist trying to comfort her. Amarante was too quiet and Kirkwood knew why. She just didn't want to take this or do this anymore.

"I did a horrible job," Amarante piped up. Kirkwood looked at her bewildered giving her a shake of the head.

"No you didn't. You did a great job. Hadat just likes to kill," Kirkwood answered. He turned her around in his grip leaning her against a wall. He tried to reason with her but it wasn't possible in her mood. She tried to smile but it only came out lopsided. Kirkwood chuckled and this made Amarante really smile.

"Kirkwood, you always make me feel better," Amarante said lovingly. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he scooped her up in his arms. She gave a slight giggle as he carried her down the hallway. He nuzzled her lovingly as their least favorite person came down the hall, Maylam. Maylam balled his hands into fists as they steadily approached. Amarante was his girl…and he couldn't believe that she was "cheating" on him.

"Amarante. Kirkwood," Maylam muttered. Amarante focused her attention on Maylam seeing that he was extremely distant and angry.

"Hello Maylam how are you?" Amarante asked oblivious to what was happening. Only thing she did know was he was angry.

"Fine," Maylam muttered. Maylam didn't want to talk to Amarante ever again.

"It doesn't seem like that. Put me down," Amarante asked. Kirkwood agreed placing his girl down. She came closer to the boy which shocked Maylam and Kirkwood.

"I'm fine Amarante," Maylam growled. She placed her hands on his shoulder giving him a gentle smile. Maylam loved her touch and he savored it while it was there. Kirkwood began to become suspicious of the boy and the strange smile on his face.

"Please tell me what's wrong?" Amarante asked worriedly. He didn't know if it was jealousy or if it was lust but Kirkwood wanted to pull Amarante away from him.

"I love you, Amarante," Maylam said sincerely. He held her still inching closer to her face. Confused on what was happening Amarante inched away. Not wanting to appear evil in front of his new girlfriend he just pushed them apart gently. That was it…Maylam could never see Amarante EVER again.

"Excuse us Maylam," Kirkwood asked pulling Amarante away. Kirkwood had always wanted to be the first one to kiss Amarante and he wasn't about to allow Maylam to ruin that.

"Kirkwood," Amarante muttered. She wrapped her hand around his arm as they continued to walk through the Lesseps.

"Yeah?" He asked. He was slightly angered but appeared fine to Amarante, but she knew something was up. Amarante looked away letting ten minutes pass before continuing.

"What was he going to do?" she sighed. She held onto his arm even tighter. Amarante was worried about his answer.

"He was going to kiss you," Kirkwood replied. She blushed softly feeling like an idiot. Amarante smacked her head and Kirkwood only shrugged.

"I'm so stupid," Amarante mumbled. Kirkwood shook his head knowing that his girl friend suffered from low self-esteem.

"No you're not. You're just having one of your slow days," Kirkwood replied tickling her chin. She giggled loudly as they continued down the hall.

"Amarante can I see you for a minute?" DaCosta asked from behind them. Amarante lightened up hearing his voice. She really did love him like a brother.

"Sure thing!" Amarante said leaving Kirkwood's side. He waved good bye watching Amarante and her mentor walk away. Kirkwood chuckled before walking away with his hands in his pockets.

"I heard it didn't go well," DaCosta commented. Amarante groaned reliving her horrific moment.

"No, I can't be a commander," Amarante said harshly. DaCosta was surprised at her harsh words, he had never seen her so pessimistic. Normally she was all smiles but not today.

"Yes you can. It was just your first time," DaCosta cheered placing a hand on her shoulder. Amarante shook her head before brushing his hand off her shoulder.

"I haven't done anything right lately," Amarante asked. She was about to cry but DaCosta gave her a tight hug.

"Well you have a boyfriend," DaCosta teased. Amarante blushed softly scrunching the front of her uniform. For once DaCosta laughed at her bashfulness. Then she thought about what angered the commander before her little incident on the battlefield.

"Sir do you know anything about what the Commander has been angry about?" Amarante asked in a low voice. There were already several soldiers near by and Amarante didn't want them to hear her. Amarante had barely noticed that they were back on base and now at the hangars.

"I can't tell you now, but I will promise to tell you when the time is right," DaCosta replied. He lead her to the personal hangar that belonged to their commander. Why was he taking her here? Commander Waltfeld didn't allow ANYONE in there.

"Okay. Where are we going?" Amarante asked curiously. DaCosta just smiled at her placing his hand on the doorknob. Amarante was now getting nervous, what was behind the door?

"The commander has put a lot of trust in you. I wasn't surprised that he would let you in on this secret," DaCosta commented. He opened the door for the girl and himself, following her inside. Near by, DaCosta turned on a light. Parts of a mobile suit were hanging or sprawled on the floor in front of them.

"What is this?" Amarante asked curiously. She knew it wasn't a humanoid robot because the legs were attached to the unit.

"This is the TMF/A-803 LaGOWE. This suit will eventually replace Commander Waltfeld's BuCUE. Yet the Commander has no time to oversee the construction or work on this unit. He wants you to work and watch over the project," DaCosta explained Amarante stared into its green eye that was hanging from the unit's mangled head.

"So he wants me to work on it?" Amarante asked in disbelief. Why did the commander have so much faith and trust in her?

"Yes. The Commander will come down soon and help you pick up where he left off," DaCosta answered.

"Yes sir!" Amarante answered proudly. She gave him a cheerful salute trying her hardest not to smile. She wouldn't let him down this time, the system would be flawless.

"Another thing…The commander wants you to accompany us to a meeting tomorrow. Be ready by 0530 okay?" DaCosta ordered.

"Yes sir!" Amarante replied as well. 0530? Wow that's kinda early! What type of meeting could the commander be going to?

For the people who don't understand military lingo…0530 is equal to 5:30am.