Title: Insignificant
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Wu Fei
Notes: Challenge 227. Baby Series 4 #138. Takes place at approximately the same time as Incredible.
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: Insignificant
He winced, useless as such a reaction was, but he found himself unable to stop the flinch. It was purely reflex, a natural response to the audible threat that was the constant barrage assaulting the building. It reminded him of war. The relentless destruction of blanket bombing designed for maximum destruction and to subdue the enemy. A tactic designed to punish the civilian population; hardly an honourable tactic in his opinion, but it had been a hard fact of modern warfare since the twentieth century.
They were under siege, true enough, but this was no human enemy relentlessly hammering at them. The natural forces of the planet itself battered them, threatening to wipe them out of existence. They were insignificant to its majesty. That's what it felt like and, truth to tell, they were insignificant mites before the power and majesty of the planet itself.
Extreme weather was an unknown element to most of his Clan members. He had more experience than they, and this degree of extreme weather was more than unsettling him, and he had been on Earth for years now. He had witnessed storms before. Bad ones. Tellingly, the ferocity of this storm was even affecting the far more experienced Sancian populace sheltering with them. That spoke of how bad the weather was, the way they listened in growing disquiet.
The bombardment of hail against the strong metal walls shielding them was deafening, and he found himself rubbing a sweating palm down the arm of the chair. If it did not stop soon he was sure he would set the very worst kind of example and scream against the din threatening to deafen him.
When the barrage of ice had begun to batter their shelter they had been dancing and singing, many of the participants of the impromptu party had been just about worn out and ready to retire. No one looked sleepy now, not even the children who simply looked afraid. The music and dancing had petered out and now they huddled together in small groups, gradually, by inches, closing the gaps between groups and merging into a tight cluster in the centre of the room, the furthest point from the walls that were ringing with the exterior impacts. They simply looked at the walls and ceiling sheltering them, wondering if this building constructed by mere mortals could endure and withstand nature's barrage.
He felt that he should do something, step in, play the fool, sprout poetry, give a speech... anything to distract them. To distract them, his Clan and the citizens of New Port City... and above all himself! He should do something... but he honestly had no idea what he should, what he could, say... or do.
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Karina Robertson 2014