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Section One: The Calm Before the Storm
Chapter Two: A New Enemy Confirmed
Inner Child
The sent of pine filled the fare sized room on the east side of the small two story house surrounded by other small, quaint two story houses that make up the neighborhood. Rays of sunlight flowed in through the large swerving windows to bath the soft, fur-like carpet in it’s pure radiance. The room itself was simple, straightforward, a simple queen size bed protruding into the middle of the room, covered in simple sheets, blankets, and two large pillows at the head; all doted with small simple flowers, laced together by long leafy vines. Off to one corner was a medium size, wooden table, on which sat a state-of-the-art laptop computer, surrounded by it’s many drives scattered about the table. On the screen of this laptop a program cycled through various pictures that, at first glance, seemed not out of the ordinary but very specific in their subjects. Each picture remained on the screen for a duration of thirty seconds before vanishing, only to be replaced by another ordinary picture with a very specific subject. To the side of the bed there were two glass pain doors, which led to a small, but comfortable balcony. The silk, semi transparent curtains swayed and billowed in the wind that sought entrance into the room.
The room was quaint really. Simple. Pastel purple and white were the main theme of the room, accented occasionally by yellow, green, or pink. The only semi personal object in the room was the computer and its case with it’s many different hot-swap components and drives scattered in organized disarray about it. The only thing that was semi personal about the computer was the pictures that could be viewed on the screen, though they really didn’t say anything about the owner of the computer, except that maybe she was a fan of the specific figures in the images. The room was generically decorated for a girl by the owner of the house, though by casual glance no one could tell what kind of girl lived in this largish but simple bedroom, except that maybe she was interested in the very specific figures in the pictures, each figure displayed in more than one image. Maybe.
There were no personal pictures on the wall. Just the occasional painting of scenery. A pond on that wall. A mountain on another. This picture depicting a sunset. That one revealing a moonlit night. Nothing personal about them. Normal girls would have their rooms wallpapered in pictures of their favorite idols or stars. Normal girls had a few plush animals lying around, testimony to the kind of childhood that had been bestowed upon them. Some girls had trophies on display, proof of their accomplishments. None of these things could be seen in this room. Only a computer that displayed the same set of images on its large screen.
Before a window on the other side of this room, opposite the table with the computer, was a desk. It was a relatively normal desk, supporting this math book and that geometry study sheet. This science report and that history project. Nothing personal there. Plain pencils painted that ugly, dirty yellow, with gold letters marking them as #2 pencils. A Simple lamp, part of the decoration in this room, stood watch over these papers, ready to give light when needed. The books wore normal book covers, protesting the use of drugs and that cache phrase; ‘Don’t be a fool. Stay in School.’ and/or ‘DARE to be drug free.’ Nothing personal at all.
Normal girls doodle on their book covers. Normal girls write the names of their crush over and over in tiny font so it isn’t easy to see. Normal girls write nonsense words in outrageous fonts on their book covers. No such gibberish here. No, the only thing written on these book covers is the name of the book on the binding and on the front cover. Nothing personal at all. The only thing that marked these things belonging to any particular person at all was that each sheet of paper had the words ‘Erin Clemet’ under name and the books said, ‘Property of Erin Clemet’ on the bottom right corner.
So, by looking around this room, one must wonder what this Erin Clemet must be like. Was she a member of the popular crowd? Was she an outcast? Was she normal with a normal circle of friends? Well, if the visitor was a careful observer, they would see that this girl was an exceptional student, as they would see a small stack of papers that has already been graded beneath the other papers spread across the desk. If one were to look through them they would see that the lowest grade was a 93. Not bad, considering that advanced material she was studying.
Turing back to the glass pain doors beside the bed, through the swaying curtains, one would see the silhouette of a figure on the balcony, leaning back on the railing, arms crossed over their chest. Moving closer they would see that it was a girl, long flaxen hair dancing with the wind, sea blue eyes gazing intently at something far away. Her face was that of someone who was trying to muddle through something that had been bothering them for a long time; brow creased in a concentrated frown, corners of her lips turned down ever so slightly. She wore a purple pink sundress that flared out slightly at the waist and fell to a few inches above the knee. The dress was pressed firmly against her thighs beneath the pressure of the wind, the back of her skirt writhing under the wind’s gentle, yet merciless assault. From the skirt emerged two toned and slightly tanned legs that crossed at the shin, one foot poised on its digits next to the other.
The entire image depicted a person with a lot weighing on her mind, a person who didn’t take much lightly, and a person who wasn’t really happy at all. She was a beautiful girl of sixteen, with a well proportioned figure, and a person of grace, but, above everything else, the most attractive and intimidating feature about this girl was her eyes. These blue orbs seemed to burn with an intensity that no normal teen should ever possess. It was this feature that drew people to her yet kept them at bay. The other aspect of her anatomy that intrigued yet scared people about her were the scars that marred her skin. Poking out of the shoulder strap of the dress, on her right shoulder, was a scar that was fairly round if uneven. The other was occasionally revealed on her left thigh, when the winds would change direction for a moment. Such an unusual person this girl, and people often wondered what had happened to her.
She listened intently as the sound of Edna’s car started and slowly drove off. She was going to the city for some things she needed that she couldn’t acquire here in their small town. She would be gone all day. Good. It afforded her a chance to think without having to worry about interruption. Erin inhaled the air that pressed upon her as her mind wandered back in time. She had been here for almost three months now, had been enrolled in the local school, and publicly, her life was as normal as the next girl. She still hadn’t told them. Not even Edna. No one but herself knew that her first memories were of floating, alone, in space. The kids at school talked about her behind her back, making up stories for the mysterious scars that marred hr skin. The scars that she never spoke about. She let them, as some of them might actually be correct, though she doubted it.
To her knowledge, no one at the school recognized the scars as remains to bullet wounds. They all seemed to think she was stabbed or something. Maybe some of them knew, but the only ones that confronted her about it were the annoying, vapid, giggling girls that talked about her when she was well within hearing distance, and they well knew it. When she first got there, it was the middle of the semester, and she had to take a placement test so the school could figure out where to put her. As it turned out she was among the seniors and at the top of the class. Because she was younger than they, the boys, especially the dumb jocks that wouldn’t know a gentle rejection from a whip lash, assumed she was naive and made absurdly obvious moves on her, all of which she rejected, but did nothing to dissuade them. Soon it became like a mission to them, see who could score with her the soonest. Finally it took regular doses condemnation glares to get them to back off, occasionally with a few fictional stories about how she got her scars.
No one knew that she was born of space, that her first memories were of being cold and alone, without even the comfort of something solid beneath her feet. That the first ‘being’ she had come into contact with was a mobile suit, a suit that she had recently come to know as Wing Gundam, mobile suit of the Gundam Pilot Heero Yuy. No one knew that the first entity she spoke with was a genderless being of light that spoke to her in whispers and in dreams. No one knew that she had almost died not far from this town. No one knew, and no one cared to ask. Even Edna refrained from asking about what had happened to her, probably figuring that she would come to the kind woman of her own accord. Edna was the only one who knew that she didn’t even know her own name.
She hadn’t heard the ‘Guide’, for lack of a better name to give the being of light from her dream, since she got here. She often wondered what it meant by rough times ahead. Hard times bad enough to get her to lose hope, and could come up with no answer. With a sigh she retired into her room to stand before the computer, examining the images it displayed. The current one was of a boy about her age, with short blond hair that was slightly unkempt. It was a photo she had taken from a newspaper computer via ftp. Quatre Rababa Winner, Owner of Winner Industries, and pilot of The Gundam Sandrock. The screen went blank for a second before displaying a photo of Sandrock. Since she had healed, and since she had learned of her suit’s origins, she had devoted much of her time to learning everything she could about them, these mysterious young men that could pilot machines of destruction like a senior would drive his car. Who they are, what suits they pilot, anything she could find about their backgrounds. Anything at all. Patiently she waited for the screen to go full circle, displaying the pictures she had managed to obtain of the pilots and their suits.
Edna would be gone all day, there was no school today, and she planned on seeking out her machine, looking to find anything else about it that might give her any clues at all. With awesome grace, she glided over to the closet and began to pull out appropriate attire for the journey.
Horizon
Three months. A lifetime. So much has happened, so much has changed. Peace. Finally, after so much pain, after so much suffering, for the first time she could remember, they truly had peace. Three months had passed since the end of the war with Oz and White Fang, three wonderful, peaceful months. Hilde smiled as she listened to the rugged hissing of the coffee machine as it brewed it’s morning beverage. It was early morning on L2 colony 38953, and the sounds of awakening life were gradually making themselves known. A sharp clanking sound echoed through the small apartment kitchen as she retrieved two glass bowls from the cupboard and listened to the high pitched chatter of the cereal as it landed in each container.
She smiled, amused, as she gently picked a Gundam shaped marshmallow from the alphabets cereal and examined it, remembering the first time she had seen it. Duo positively glowed when she brought it home, actually hugging to box to him as if it were something precious to him. The next couple of days would see him at the couch after work, watching the vidscreen, and munching on stuff, occasionally pausing to admire a mecha shaped marshmallow, and even worshiping a black marshmallow Deathsythe before popping it into his mouth, turning his attention back to the program on the vidscreen. Hilde thought it was absolutely adorable and even got a few pictures of it, putting them away in her scrapbook. You could practically see the candy sooth and even inflate the boy’s ego. Occasionally she would gaze at the pictures and one word would come to mind. Priceless. Absolutely priceless.
Her ears perked suddenly as the sound of running water tantalized her senses. Duo was taking a shower and… wait for it… there… faint, muffled through the water, but there. Duo always sang when he was in the shower and, to Hilde’s shock, actually sounded good. The first time she heard him she thought that he had a CD on or something. He didn’t sound good, as in average everyday singing voice, he sounded GOOD, as in music star good. Better. She giggled to herself as the sound brought back another memory. One time, when Duo was in the shower, she placed a tape recorder in the bathroom and caught him on tape. She added to that tape every chance she got and now she had a full two hour cassette taped to the inside cover of her scrap book, waiting to be transferred to a CD through their computer, and Duo was none the wiser.
Then there was Heero… she pulled the same kind of stunts on him while he was around, though with him it was more of a game where as with Duo… it was a game… but what she collected also meant something more to her than the prizes she got from Heero. She remembered Heero reprimanding Duo about the cereal when Duo showed it to him, but Hildi caught him munching it in front of his computer when he thought he was the only one home and she got ‘surveillance pictures’ of him munching, admiring, and worshiping just like Duo. Again, priceless. Heero would have her hide if he ever found out.
Sighing contentedly, she pored herself some coffee and began eating her breakfast, listening to Duo’s song. She paused for a moment and listened, drinking in the sound of his rich, full voice before shaking her head in self recrimination. “I must be crazy.” She said to herself, shoving another spoonful of the food in her mouth. Then, she noticed that Duo’s song had taken on a pattern where before it had usually been random. A wedding march. Again, bringing back memories. The two had actually just gotten back to L2 yesterday from a wedding. King Peacecraft has taken on a Bride and Queen. Lucrazia Noin was now officially known as Lucrazia Peacecraft, Queen of the Sank Kingdom. However, most people close to her still call her Noin.
The Sank Kingdom. It was finally prospering under the current monarchs firm but gentle rule, and, despite his past, Miliardo was starting to be liked by the citizens of the Sank Kingdom. The city had changed a lot since the war, and for the better. Soon, after the honey moon, of course, the two would be ready to start taking on the problems of the rest of the world. Earth and the colonies, were also coming together under the supervision of Lady Une, who was systematically disarming one country after another. It was really too bad that Relena wouldn’t be able to see the realization of her dream… The Sky
“Welcome home Quatre,” Came a quite, sweet, but intelligent voice from somewhere behind. The young head of Winner Industries looked up from his lounging position on the soft grass of the manor’s gardens to see his closest sister, Ananya, smiling at him affectionately, carrying a tray of what looked like tea. Her quick eyes instantly took note of the stack of business papers that rested loosely in her brothers deceptively slight hand, as well as a distance in his eyes that remained even after he was well aware of her presence and identity that never lingered unless something major was weighing on her little brother’s mind.
“Anya.” He acknowledged with a welcoming smile and gestured for her to make herself comfortable in the shade of the large oak tree he was lying under. Though the boy was genuinely pleased to see his favorite sister, his voice held a breathing tone to it and though his body moved in the here and now as it had been programmed to, he mind was a million miles away, In the past, in the present, in the near future, with lifelong friends, and with his obligations. Ananya, having been raised with her little brother like a real sibling, could read him like a book and knew that there was something wrong. He was simply never like this when she was around. She was the youngest of his twenty odd sisters and each was the other’s favorite of their siblings because they had grown up together; she was only a couple years older than himself. Of all their twenty-eight siblings, they were the only ones that truly felt like brother and sister and not a business associates.
“How was it?” She inquired, politely overlooking his distance for now, as she set they tray down on the ground between them, settled herself, and began pouring tea for them, giving him a loving smile as she did so. Her smile faltered however when she saw him lie back down, hands clasped behind his head, and look up at the ceiling of the colony, face openly expressing his distance as he mulled over whatever the problem was.
“Good. I’m glad to see Zechs and Noin finally tying the knot. Judging from the way Noin was acting during the last part of the war, this has been a long time coming. Thank you.” He added as he accepted the tea and took the mandatory, if halfhearted, first sip before slumping back against the soft carpet of trimmed grass, resting the cup on his chest and falling uncharacteristically quite and more than a little somber, eyes falling to gaze unseeing at the stack of papers beside him. Ananya continued to take note of these, and was growing very concerned. Quatre was never solemn just after a happy occasion like a wedding.
“Is something wrong Quatre?” she finally asked, trying to hide the depth of her concern, but was unable to suppress a frowning of her brow when he didn’t come out of it again immediately to reassure her. A long silence settled and for a time Ananya didn’t think that he was going to respond.
“Wufei came up to me during the reception.” He finally admitted. “He thinks it’s time to consider the destruction of the Gundams. I… I agree with him. Lady Une has been giving me frequent updates on the disarming of the nations and has often mentioned that the cause of the countries unwillingness to disarm is because they’re afraid the Gundams are going to go on a killing spree and when we do they won’t have any defense against us.” A vague expression of hurt seeped past his mask.
He didn’t look up at her once while he said that, but continued to gaze through the latest report Lady Une had sent in. He didn’t want so see the pitying face of his sister. It was hard enough considering getting rid of the Gundams, even harder being the one to suggest it to the others, without everyone around him pitying him. No one said anything for quite some time, what was there to say? A few moments turned into a short eternity before Ananya finally spoke, a mild hint of offered hope in her voice.
“I thought the Gundams were waiting to see if a new enemy showed up.”
“We are. But there are other factors to consider. Getting the civilians to feel safe again is one of them.”
“When are you going to call the meeting?” the was slight resignation now, but not pity. Sympathy, if anything.
“I think I’ll wait until Noin and Zechs get back from their honeymoon before I say anything. No sense in putting that dark cloud in their sunshine.” The air fell silent as both siblings braced themselves for the events of the near future.
Amber
Three weeks. Almost four now. The dark youth sighed as he strolled aimlessly down yet another small town road. Almost a month had passed since he had left Duo’s and Hilde’s apartment on L2, and since then he moved with the four winds, looking for a place in which he could settle and try to form a normal life. After two months of living with the two room mates and getting much needed advice from Hilde, he felt he knew the fundamentals of living as a civilian, but he just couldn’t seem to find any place where he could settle, where he would be undisturbed, and where he could find his own rhythm in his new life. He also needed a place where he could stash Wing Zero, and the forest surrounding this town was dense, and maybe, just maybe it would be enough to hide the enormous machine from low-flying plains. Maybe. Then again, this town, Saridam, was on the outskirts of the Sank Kingdom, and he didn’t know if he would be comfortable living in Relena’s country. Just have to wait and see what happens.
Not many cars ran down the roads here, and people strolled easily on the sidewalk and street alike. Small, out of the way, good place to hide Zero until the decision to destroy the Gundams was made. In a place where he wouldn’t have to worry about coming under attack, from in or outside the town, he could finally begin to relax into the role of civilian instead of holding onto the perfect soldier like a lifeline. So why didn’t he go hunt down a hotel room? What was it about this town that made him uneasy?
He sighed as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched the pavement pass beneath him. The murmur of distant voices and the hiss of passing cars filled his ears. He felt his spirits continue drop further into his depression with each step, felt the void begin to swallow his soul again. How long must he go through this before he can find peace? How long? Why… why couldn’t he forget about her.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, lesser alarms going off inside his head, warning him of something coming that wasn’t necessarily dangerous, but important none the less, and he looked up just in time to see… RELENA!! Time seemed to all but freeze in that one moment as Relena, clad in back jeans, and a tough looking leather jacket passed by, hair pulled high on her head into a pony tail. Her head was bent, looking at the ground in front of her, sky blue eyes dark with masked emotion. For a moment he lost his ability to breath as time seemed to draw slower still. Relena… Then the spell was over as she passed from his range of sight and catcalls reached his ears.
He looked out into the street to see a old, beat up pick up truck, sporting many teenage kids in the back, all shouting cat calls at the girl he passed. He glanced over his shoulder at her and found that she just kept her head down and continued on, like they weren’t even there. Then he heard them call her name once and knew that it wasn’t Relena. Not only would Relena never be disrespected like that, but she also wasn’t the black and leather type.
“Get a grip Yuy.” He grumbled to himself in disgust, “She’s dead. She’s not coming back. This is her country and your so far gone your seeing things.” With that he nodded his head curtly once and began to head back to Zero.
She did her best to ignore the catcalls coming from the beat up pick up as she moved silently down the walk. She felt a tingle for a split second as she passed someone on the walk, but since it vanished almost immediately, she paid it no mind. One more block to go, then she could escape the merciless catcalls and the insistent suggestions. God she hated this place. The only thing that made it bearable was sweet Edna, who had taken a girl with no name, no past, and bullet wound scars into her home and under her wing. She wished she could repay her kindness but had no real idea how. Edna never asked anything of her, and pretty much kept her nose out of her business. It was a good thing she didn’t know that the jocks at her school would very much like to turn her into an easy lay for all. It was positively revolting.
There. The dumpster was in sight now. Increasing her pace to a jog, she moved to the tarp that was on the other side and pulled it away to reveal an old, used, but working motorcycle she had taken off of a guy who tried to drag her into an alley and rape her as compensation. She never heard a single complaint. Deftly, she pulled on the full head helmet and pushed the visor down over her face, making it virtually impossible to identity her and started the motor. For a moment she listened as the motor roared to life before leaving the alley and heading toward the place that Edna had shown her after Erin persisted in asking where she had been found.
Exile
There it is. Vines and moss had started to grow on the surface, but it was here. It was real. Slowly, Erin squatted to gently rest the disintegrating space suit she carried on the ground and moved to climb the enormous limb of the metal beast. The metal didn’t even groan under her weight as she pulled herself up on the chest. Then she chastised herself. Why would it? It’s made of Gundanium alloy. It can withstand a bullet shower without chinking. Slowly, almost reverently, she moved along the trunk of the enormous vessel, hand reaching out to caress the translucent, green hemisphere on the chest. It was real. It ‘was’ real. After a time, she had begun to doubt the accuracy of her first memories, actually doubted that she was born of space.
Now, however, she knew they were accurate, for she was standing on the being that had watched over her while she was unconscious and brought her safely to the earth. She had proof. She was surrounded by it. Slowly, she moved up the chest to stand where the collar bone should be and looked at the sleeping metal face.
“Wing Gundam.” She mused, trying the name out in the presence of the legendary figure. Slowly, she sank to her knees, all but bowing before the one who had saved her life. “Hello Wing Gundam. My name is Erin, The One Born of Space. You rescued me and brought me down to earth.” She faltered, at a loss for what to say. She had so many questions, so many things to express, but she knew this metal giant would yield no answers of it’s own accord.
Suddenly she felt the energy drain from her body, as a feeling of being safe, protected came over her. She felt the same way when she was embraced in Wing’s cockpit in space. The Gundam was still looking out for her. Even with Edna, she still felt like she was in danger, that there was no one to protect her, no one to confide with; not even the kind lady who had taken her into her home. Slowly, she drew her knees to her chest, and hugged them to her as she felt her masks fade away in the feeling of unconditional acceptance and shelter.
“Tell me, Wing Gundam. What do I do now? Who am I? What happened to me in space? Why were you there?” She got no response from the silent figure beneath her. “Where do I go from here? What path am I supposed to follow?” She felt the breeze brush against her skin and heard a faint whisper in the back of her mind. For a long time she just sat there. Listening to the comfort of the fist voice she had ever heard, accented by the sound of the wind in the leaves of the trees.
Idly, she looked down at her black ensemble, and suddenly had a vision of a dark, endless void where she floated lazily, only able to see herself. Like the way she floated in space, only this time there was no suit, no stars, no debris, nothing. Just herself. Herself and the darkness. She could feel the void creeping up on her, sucking at her fingers and toes, playing with her loose hair. The sensation was unnerving, but strangely comforting at the same time as the darkness slowly began to swallow the light that her body gave off, dimming it ever so slightly.
She suddenly shook herself, returning to the real world. She looked at her clothes again. The darkness that tried to swallow her. What did it mean? Does it mean anything? She shrugged it off and considered the giant machine again, listening the muted whisper of the guardian deity.
“What path am I supposed to take?” she whispered, quietly beseeching the deity, the Gundam, the wind, for an answer. Still the guardian spoke, never faltering. It was soothing really, like a mother telling a child everything will be alright.
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Gradually, a thought dawned on her, and she gazed across at the enormous face more intently, brow furrowing ever so slightly. The image of the Gundam silhouetted against the light of the earth, of the debris making a path to it, filled her mind. Then she remembered the scars that marred her skin and reached back to rub the ridge at the base of her skull reminiscently.
“I have been sent to guide you to your destiny.”
“…it’s too soon for you to understand. You must discover it on your own…”
“In the road ahead there will be many trials, many obstacles, but as long as you believe in yourself, as long as you don’t give up, as long as you don’t lose hope…” What would make her lose hope?
Her brow continued to furrow ever deeper as these thoughts filled her mind. Then… almost of a will of their own, her lips moved…
“You…” she addressed the sleeping Gundam. “You’re my destiny aren’t you…” She barely noticed that the wind started to bear down on her. “You’re the reason I might loose hope… That… that is why you were there to save me… You knew… Somehow… you knew. But, I don’t understand.” She said, pushing herself to her feet. “The Gundams are machines of destruction. This is a time of peace. And, why… why did you come to me, and not the other Gundam pilots? They would know how to take care of you…”
The breeze suddenly turned into a wind that lifted her hair from her shoulders and the guardian started speaking to her in earnest. It took some effort but she managed to relax her mind, allowing the answer to wash over her like waves on a beach. Gradually, a look of grim understanding filled her face.
“That’s it, isn’t it. The other Gundams aren’t expected to be around much longer, but Gundams are going to be needed again. I’m right aren’t I.” The Gundam seemed to sigh in relief beneath her feet. “Heero… Heero Yuy, President of the Colonies… Heero Yuy, pilot of Wing Gundam… Now Wing Gundam takes a new pilot to continue the mission. Right… I am the one you have chosen to be your new pilot, aren’t I.”
Just then, a hissing sound reached her ears and she looked up to see a fighter fly overhead. No, not a fighter, Wing Zero… Second Gundam of Heero Yuy, but belonging to all the Gundams. Wing Zero represented all the Gundams. She watched as the machine flew past, glinting in the sunlight and seeming to wink at her before vanishing from sight. “Heero…” The word escaped her lips without her intent, nor her knowledge. Her voice was wistful… and she felt a slight clenching of her heart. “Heero… I’m sorry. I can’t be the Princess you wanted me to be… Forgive me.” The words were spoken from her heart and soul, completely bypassing her conscious mind so that she was unaware she even said them as she slowly turned and looked back at the face of Heero’s Wing Gundam, now Erin’s Wing Gundam.
High up in the air, in the cockpit of Wing Zero, it was kind of like the zero system kicked in, and Heero’s vision went out of focus and he heard a voice, soft, breathed, like the wind. “Heero. Heero… I’m sorry. I can’t be the princess you wanted me to be… Forgive me.” In that moment, something inside the perfect pilot clicked and he knew… somehow, despite all reason and logic, he knew that somehow Relena was alive. She was, somehow, someway, she was alive. The image of a shooting star and a magnificent sunrise filled his mind and Heero Yuy allowed true emotion to show on his face in the form of a very real, very soft smile. She was alive, and she’ll make sure everything stays alright. Relena was alive. She was alive!
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