With all of his Space Knights back in the OSDG Headquarters, and D-Boy and D-Two's mission already planned, Heinrich von Freeman found himself with the free time that he would need not only to organize his thoughts – an important thing, when one was in such a responsible position as his – but to compile the data that he had been gathering about the twins themselves. It was plain for anyone to see that neither of them were quite human: they recovered from injuries faster, could run longer, and even leap higher; to say nothing of the most drastic change to their bodily systems. The Tek Set System was not something that any human had ever had.
Clearly, Tekkaman Blade and Tekkaman Varis had more of a connection to the Radam than either D-Boy or D-Two wanted to admit.
Speaking aloud for the benefit of the recording device he had activated, Freeman paced the length of the Control Room of the OSDG Headquarters as he reflected back on the first meeting between the Outer Space Development Group – before the Space Knights had been formed as a proper commando unit – and the Dangerous Boys who had come to them from out of the sky. It hadn't been the most auspicious of meetings.
D-Boy had been the most reckless, the most forward of the twins, with D-Two seeming more as though he would have been happier as a diplomat or a wandering artist if not for the invasion of Radam; but as he and D-Boy were bound to one another by blood and friendship, it was clear that D-Two would stand by him.
The information that they had gathered, both from the Dangerous Boys themselves – though it was clear whenever they spoke that neither of them particularly wanted to – and from the investigations that he had made into the nature of their Tek Set System, suggested that the System they used could be just as dangerous to them – and to the people of Earth – as it was to the Radam. And, when outside of the armor that they called on, both D-Boy and D-Two were just as vulnerable to injury or death as any human.
He had learned that all too well from observing D-Two's convalescence in the Medical Wing when that young man had cracked his skull during the course of the Blue Earth's return to Earth; just after a battle that D-Boy had abandoned, though in hindsight it seemed that he had only done so in defense of his brother. Apparently, D-Two was the younger of the pair of them, and so it was only natural that D-Boy would want to protect him.
It was just the same thing that had happened later, when they were confronted by one of Radam's own Tekkamen – a fact that Freeman knew, and would keep in mind: the presence of Radam Tekkamen could not be ignored when one tried to puzzle out the nature of Tekkaman Blade and Tekkaman Varis – a man named Dagger. Tekkaman Dagger had tried to destroy both of the crystals that their Dangerous Boys used to transform, but in that instance D-Boy had offered himself up as a sacrifice so that his younger brother – his twin whose life he had clearly sworn to protect – would be able to escape the trap that had been set for the both of them.
Freeman did not know just how, precisely, the Space Knights would have managed the crisis if D-Boy had failed, but now wasn't the time to think about what hadn't happened; D-Boy had succeeded, so there was nothing more to think about.
Still, there were matters that couldn't help but concern him about their Dangerous Boys: the two of them seemed entirely too secretive for those who claimed to have lost all of their memories. Even the claim itself was clearly a lie, as the bonds of love and friendship that their Dangerous Boys shared were unlikely to have survived the loss of their memories. No, there was something behind the claims that those Dangerous Boys had made; something that even D-Two, with his gentle good-humor, was unwilling to speak about.
Of course, it was just that kind of a thing that could make more trouble for the Earth down the road, so Freeman had made up his mind to look into anything and everything that the Space Knights' Dangerous Boys might have been hiding; secrets like that couldn't help but come out in conversation, no matter how much someone might try to keep them hidden.
As he continued recording his various observations on the nature of Tekkaman Blade, Tekkaman Varis, and their likely connection to the Radam, he found himself reflecting that – while it was true that both of their Dangerous Boys were being hailed as the saviors of the Earth and everyone on her – he didn't fully trust them. And while D-Boy was brash enough that trust didn't come easily in any case, he was more wary of D-Two. The younger of their Dangerous Boys would have been entirely too easy to come to trust, with his easygoing nature and the habitual kindness that shone through his sky-blue eyes whenever he didn't try to hide it.
Freeman couldn't help wondering just what kind of man D-Two had been, before the Radam had appeared and forced the armor of Tekkaman Varis to close around his heart.
Still, he knew that those Dangerous Boys of theirs were the only viable defense that the Earth and her people had against the Radam, so Freeman would put aside his own mistrust aside for the greater good of the planet they were all trying to protect. However, that didn't mean that he intended to stop looking for the answers that those two Dangerous Boys of theirs seemed so reluctant to provide. Both about the Radam, and about the pasts that those two seemed entirely too eager to forget about.
Everyone knew that the past informed the future, and those that had forgotten the lesson would soon enough be forced to learn it once again; he wasn't one to forget.
Narrowing his eyes as he continued to pace, laying out his thoughts in an orderly fashion as he'd learned to do so long ago, Freeman reflected back on a rather interesting thing that Aki had brought up after she, Noal, and their Dangerous Boys had returned from escorting Dr. Cal and his convoy – what remained of them, after the Radam had attacked – back to a safe landing in the bay of Paradise Island. Apparently, Dr. Cal had seemed warmer toward them than he'd been to either her or Noal, and she had wondered about it once she had been given the time to worry about anything besides whether the Blue Earth and her crew were going to be able to make it back to Earth alive.
He wondered about that, too; Silas had not been the kind to shy from expressing his opinions of people, or treating them as he felt they deserved to be treated. If he had truly been warmer toward their Dangerous Boys than to any of the other Space Knights, then there was a reason for that. Even if it was one that only Silas himself would have understood.
It was for that reason, among other more personal ones, that Freeman wished he could have gotten his hands on the cockpit recorder for Dr. Cal's ship; but that had been destroyed along with the craft itself, leaving him without anything of Silas save his memories of the man he had once been so close to. Still, there might be another way to find out just what Silas had seen in their Dangerous Boys that had given him reason to treat them so warmly when they had met.
He hadn't been the only one affiliated with Dr. Silas Cal in the past; perhaps there was a connection between the Space Knights' Dangerous Boys and the man that he had been so close to in days gone by. Such a thing was worth looking into, at least.
Closing his recording device, feeling rather contemplative at the end of such a session, Freeman carefully packed the media he had used away in its case; he'd marked the case with the symbol for the constellation Gemini, Noal's rather apt second name for their Dangerous Boys.
The sound of the alarms ringing brought Freeman's attention back to the present moment and all of the upheavals therein. Turning to watch as all of his Space Knights – their own Dangerous Boys naturally included – gathered in the Control Room, Freeman turned to look them over. Nodding in response to the resolve he could see on all the faces before him, Freeman swept his arm to the side.
"Launch the Blue Earth, now!"
The response came even from their Dangerous Boys, something he'd come to expect after how long they had all worked together, but still something that he at least appreciated. He didn't know if it would last beyond the defeat of the Radam, but at this point that seemed too much like a concern for the future. He'd long since learned that the future would see to itself; the present was what they had to concern themselves with.
Even moreso now, when the Radam were a constant danger to everyone and everything they were fighting for.
Looking up as he saw the contrails left by the Blue Earth's engines, Heinrich von Freeman narrowed his eyes slightly as he removed his visor. Time; they would need time to beat back the Radam, time to discover just what it was that their Dangerous Boys seemed so determined to keep a secret, time to take back the planet. This latest battle of theirs, while it wasn't likely to turn the course of the war so quickly, would give them something more than what they had, at least.
It was all a matter of time.