Title: Sanc's Way
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Milliardo
Notes: Challenge 217. Baby Series 4 #108. Takes place at approximately the same time as A Challenge.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: Sanc's Way
Patriotism was hale and healthy in the Sanc that had survived the Alliance occupation and then the Romefeller backed Oz occupation forces. Though few people knew the exact numbers involved, he did. He was privy to the details of the Sancian Resistance Movement and it was an eye opening read.
Pagan stood high on the list, but was only one of many who had determined to fight for the independence of their country, for their right to rule themselves. To be Sancian. Patriots came in all colours, sizes, creeds and both sexes. It astounded him how Parliament simply took it for granted and offered up not so much as an official 'thank you' to those who had resisted the occupation and worked tirelessly to restore the country.
It had not been easy and to be open in their resistance would have meant greater trouble from the Alliance, but that had not stopped a select few individuals from organising and directing a proper resistance.
There had been no manic attacks, no destructive explosions to injure the innocent. This was Sanc and Sancian's preferred a peaceful life. What there had been was a number of mysteriously unexplained, and untraceable bureaucratic blunders, unexplained breakdowns and the like. Little things individually, but carefully planned and orchestrated to have a greater effect over a period of time. As time had passed resistance fighters had worked their way into higher positions of responsibility that enabled them to have a greater influence on events.
Subtlety had been the key to the resistance in Sanc.
Milliardo stretched slowly, tilting his head to one side and hearing a soft crack, wincing as a result. He was tired, stiff and sore and he was angry with much of the day's events. The lunch fiasco with his grandfather had not set his expectations for the day any higher, and a discussion with Pagan had confirmed what he had already suspected of the affair. His grandfather might not be reaping a high return from his investment in that super trawler.
The people of Sanc had done what they could in a very bad situation during the occupation. It was only their skills to work the land and harvest from the sea that had kept the common citizen adequately fed. He was not about to allow a super trawler to take away what had always been a large part of what made Sanc, Sanc.
He supposed he would face international repercussions, but he doubted anyone in the parliament would argue his decision. The super trawlers were notorious, or rather, infamous in coastal countries. There had initially been seven of the huge factory ships, but overfishing had seen the mothballing of five of them. As far as he was concerned, the sooner they gave up on the remaining two, the better.
He loved his country and he was in a position to do something to preserve what made Sanc so unique. Patriotism was alive and well in Sanc.
Karina Robertson 2013
