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Gundam Wing: The Little Princess
Chapter 2: The Only Priority
Heero assessed the situation she now found herself in.
Mission: Destroy her Wing Gundam mobile suit before the Alliance Military could retrieve it from underwater.
Plan: Use captured torpedoes to hit the Gundam's weak points and destroy it either before it was found or after it surfaced with the retrieval team, depending on how the situation developed.
Hitch: Tracked down by Relena Darlian, a current target for assassination for seeing her face.
Current situation: A bullet wound to her shoulder and another to her leg.
Assailant: Apparently a young man dressed like a priest (or maybe a young woman, they were pretty androgynous and feminine with their long braided hair), who currently had a gun pointed right at her.
It only took Heero a second to run all of that information through her mind and to start thinking about how to deal with the situation. The Priest was babbling something about her being the bad guy, but she wasn't really listening. Then suddenly Relena moved in front of Heero, using his body to shield her from more shots.
"Stop it! What do you want to shoot her for!" he demanded, glaring down the Priest.
"What? Me?!" asked the Priest, surprised by the turn of events. "She was the one about to shoot you!"
Relena just ignored the Priest and turned to face Heero. He knelt down and took off the ribbon holding his long hair back and wrapped it tightly around her arm where the bullet wound was. He continued his inexplicable actions by taking off his suit jacket, and draping it around her shoulders. And then he ripped off the left sleeve of his dress shirt and wrapped it around her leg.
"How did I end up as the bad guy here?" asked the Priest. Suddenly their watch started to beep. "Hm? It's already reached the surface…I must have miscalculated the tide…"
Heero heard a roaring noise and saw her mobile suit being lifted out of the water and towards the shore.
"What in the world is that?" asked Relena, looking over at the mobile suit. The Priest pulled out a flare from their pocket and lit it, using it to hide Heero's Gundam from view.
"Don't look dude," said the Priest. "I'm sure you have your reasons for being here but you should just walk away. It'll save you a lot of grief."
Ignoring the flare, Heero used the distraction caused by Relena to run across pier, fighting back the pain.
"You haven't had enough?!" exclaimed the Priest, dropping the flare and firing at Heero. She ignored the shots though and leapt through the air, landing on the three torpedoes she had craned to the area before things had started to go wrong.
"It's my mobile suit!" yelled Heero. Fighting to not pass out from her two bullet wounds, she slammed her fist onto the control panel of the torpedoes. They were released from the crane and initiated their thrusters, landing in the water and shooting towards her Gundam. Heero for her part managed to launch off from the torpedoes, safely away from the thruster flames.
"What are you doing you idiot!" yelled the Priest, sounding panicked.
As the torpedoes shot through the water Heero fell through the air, allowing herself a satisfied smile.
"Mission…accomplished…" she grunted in pain. The torpedoes hit the Wing Gundam as it approached, but Heero was kind of surprised to see what looked like a similar model of mobile suit towing it to shore. OZ shouldn't have anything remotely close to her Gundam, so was she just seeing things? Oh well, they wouldn't have either for long. The torpedoes exploded, knocking the suits to the bottom of the sea once again. As she hit the water and lost consciousness, Heero heard the Priest yelling.
"Noooooo!"
Heero started to come to consciousness and knew something was wrong immediately. Calling on her training she kept calm, keeping her pulse at a level consistent with sleep. She could hear a methodical dripping noise, coming from her right. She recognized it as the spot she had been shot in, she must be bleeding. Slowly opening her eyes she looked around, taking in her surroundings. She recognized the room as the interior of an Alliance critical care medical room for possibly dangerous patients.
I've been captured, she thought to herself. Without turning her head she flexed her left arm slightly, finding it bound tightly. She did so with such calm that even if the Alliance doctors had sensitive monitoring equipment on her they wouldn't notice a difference in her biometrics. I'm secured to an operating table. Leather restraints attached to metal affixed to the table. They must have picked me up from the harbor.
Heero could make out two figures in a viewing booth above him. They seemed to be talking to each other about something but she couldn't read their lips from her angle. One of the figure's attention was brought to somewhere else and walked away, leaving the other one alone. That one picked up a newspaper, obviously content that she wasn't waking up anytime soon. Heero flexed her right arm, tugging at the restrain, feeling pain lance through her from the bullet wound. It would be bearable though. She did the same with each of her legs, feeling the wound in her leg aching a bit also. The figure in the both lowered the newspaper and looked down at her, then returned to reading, having noticed none of her subtle movements.
I need to get out of here before they feel the need to check again, she thought to herself. Heero started to fight subtly against the restraints on her arms, grunting a bit at the effort. Her attention was drawn to a hospital monitor on the other side of the room that suddenly turned on, the slight drone of static filling the air. Heero wasn't surprised to see the Priest who had shot her. They struck her as the type of person who couldn't leave things alone and had to always be involved. And talking. The Pries started to speak, the sound on the monitor disabled but their message reaching Heero anyways.
"I see that you have no choice but to lie there," said the Priest. "I'm sure a talented gal like you could read my lips. Well, can ya'?"
Heero just turned away and closed her eyes as if sleeping still. She kept one eyelid open just a crack, and turned to see the message from the Priest.
"Your acting is just amazing. You regained consciousness without increasing your pulse or brain waves. I've got a few questions I'd like to ask you, if you're feeling up to it. I thought I'd help you break out, what do you say?"
Heero didn't even bother to nod, knowing that the Priest was going to bust her out anyways. She noticed movement up in the viewing booth as saw the figure in it turn to greet someone. Two new figures walked into view, one running up to the edge of the viewing room window. She hoped that whatever the Priest was going to do, they'd do it quick before the Alliance decided to try to wake her up and interrogate her. To pass the time she very subtly fought against the restraints around her right arm. She could feel them digging in, but ignored the pain, even when blood was drawn. Eventually she managed to free her right arm without arousing suspicion, waiting for the Priest's signal.
A slight ticking filled the large, empty room and one of the far walls exploded, smoke and dust parting to reveal the Priest, a backpack over their shoulder. The ringing of alarms started to fill the air,
"Time to liven things up buddy," they said with a smile. They ran over, dropping their pack and looking at her bonds. "Damn! How do you get these things off!"
"Hand me a knife. I'll cut them off," said Heero, holding out her right hand to take the Priest's knife.
"Ug, what did you do to your hand?" asked the Priest, looking at all the blood covering it. The Priest noticed the broken restraint where her arm had been. "Damn, you've got some guts."
Heero cut her restraints, starting with her left arm, then her left leg, then her right leg. She jumped off the operating table and followed the Priest as they picked up their backpack, and handed it to Heero. She realized it was a parachute. On the Priest's belt she noticed a propeller rod, used to help fall slowly to the ground.
"This way!" they said, running down the hall.
She saw the Priest pull out a small grenade and chuck it at a wall that she knew led outside. In mid run they both dropped to the ground, bracing for the explosion. Not missing a beat after the grenade went off, they both got up and ran to the new exit. Together they leapt out of the building. The Priest hit a switch and the propeller rod sent out a tiny concentrated beam of energy then started to spin, slowly their decent. Heero had other plans though, ones that didn't include her parachute. She flew past the Priest, hurtling towards the ground.
"Hey!" yelled the Priest, noticing her fall. "Are you crazy?! Hurry up and release your parachute!"
Heero just closed her eyes and didn't even bother to control her fall. Finally, she could complete her mission. Deprive the Alliance of any useful Intel from her that could expose the people she worked for or that she had come from a space Colony in a Gundam to wage a war against the Alliance and the members of the Organization known as OZ that was controlling them from within.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?!" yelled the Priest again. Heero just ignored the noise. It was all almost over…But suddenly, she heard a cry…
"Heero!" came a worried voice, somehow carrying over the rushing of the wind. The voice triggered something inside of her, and without thinking she opened her eyes and pulled the chord to release her parachute. The chute deployed, but she had fallen too far, it wouldn't be enough to stop her fall. She aimed herself towards a rocky cliff and threw off the parachute. With the superhuman reflexes drilled into her since she was a young child, she landed on the slanted cliff face, trying a controlled slide down. But her momentum was too great and she lost her balance and just tumbled down the rocky cliff on her side.
"Agh!" she grunted, rolling down the hill, being bruised by every impact. She instinctively used her arms to protect her face as she fell. Eventually she saw that she was almost all the way down to the beach and tried to control her fall once more. She failed and tumbled down the beach, rolling for quite a distance until she finally halted in the sand.
Ignoring the pain, as soon as she stopped, she stood up. She was still too close to an Alliance facility and needed to get away quickly if she didn't want to be caught. The Priest landed with ease on the sand next to Heero, letting the propeller rod fly away into the cliff face.
"Damn it!" muttered Heero, clenching her fist. "I released my parachute…why did I do that…"
"Now I can understand you wanting to take your own life," muttered the Priest angrily. "But maybe, just maybe you should consider another way to commit suicide girlie!"
The Priest walked over and took Heero's arm, slinging it over their shoulder. She was kind of glad for the assistance, she was too injured to move away from the facility at anywhere near fast enough on her own. She could see a patrol boat approaching from the ocean.
"I'm not asking you to trust me or anything," said the Priest. "But right now I'm the only friend you've got." Together they hurried away from the facility, getting into a truck that the Priest had kept near the hospital. Heero closed her eyes and relaxed as the priest sped away, taking them to safety and hopefully, to her mobile suit if possible.
After a quick infiltration Heero, and the Priest (who had identified himself as Duo Maxwell, the God of Death and 'that awesome guy', several times for each) were quietly using a stolen marina platform to fish up their Gundams. The fact that there had been two Gundams to take the blast, and that in the chaos of the shootout Heero had missed her mark a bit, they had survived mostly intact. Now Duo operated the crane while Heero took care of some other business.
"Hey!" yelled Duo from his seat in the crane. "What're you doing down there?"
Heero just ignored him, laying on her back and gripping her leg. Grunting, ignoring the pain she pulled harder, and harder until…a sickening popping noise filled the air as she reset the broken bone in her leg. Bandaging up the last of her wounds she looked over at her newly resurfaced Gundam.
Now, time to continue my mission, she thought to herself. She also tried to ignore the fact that Relena's voice had cause her to pull her parachute…and that she recognized it as his.
Author's Notes: And chapter 2 is now up! The first few chapters are just going to be a repeat of the show, introducing the Gundam Pilots and showing the 'little changes' mentioned in the summary. After that though things will start changing. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worst. You'll have to read to find out!