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But I do own Krista, PeaceMaker, Silver Phantom, and Dr. Nathanial Night. My friend owns Kento.

Fifteen-year-old Quatre fought with his Gundam on the ground of Earth. There were mobile suit troops everywhere. As he turned and destroyed one troop, another exploded behind him. *What the?!* he thought.

He turned and saw another Gundam with a silver energy blade right behind him, mostly dark blue and silver. As far as he knows, he's the only Gundam there for miles.

"Thank you," he called out over the com-link.

The Gundam turned toward him, the energy blade sweeping by. Quatre cringed back, but a moment later, another large explosion rang out behind him. "You need to watch your back," the pilot said back in a gruff voice. The Gundam turned and fired it's shield/beam cannon, destroying dozens of mobile suits in the process.

But with the help, Quatre got rid of the rest of the troops. He turned back and saw four wing-like appendages extend from the back. "Where are you going?"

But before the pilot could reply, one of the wings blew up. Two others also blew up before it crashed to the ground. Behind it was a Leo mobile suit. Quatre quickly got rid of it.

Then he dragged the new Gundam back to the base where he was staying at for the time being. He quickly got out and ran to the blue Gundam, which stood upright. The entrance to it opened and the pilot fell out and to the ground.

The pilot wore a silver flightsuit and helmet, which protected the head when the body hit the ground with a loud crack. Worried, Quatre gingerly cradled the head in his arms and looked at the helmet. The helmet only showed the pilots eyes, which were closed.

As carefully as possible, he pulled off the helmet and was surprised by what he saw. The pilot was a girl, about the same age as he was, with long platinum-white hair that was pulled back into a braid that looked very much like Duo's. In fact, her hair was exactly like Duo's, only longer. Her cheeks were wet as if she's been crying.

The pilot opened her silver eyes and tried to get away, but gasped in pain instead. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she once again became unconscious.

The feeling of soft blankets all around her brought the girl awake immediately. She was used to sleeping in the cockpit of her Gundam, or on grass or in a tree. Her silver eyes glanced around warily and saw bright sun shine pouring in through the window.

She rolled out of the bed and into a crouch, every muscle on high alert. She took note of her injuries. Her chest was sore, but bandaged up. She probably got a few crack ribs in her fall. She also noticed the she wore a large, loose shirt.

"You're awake," a soft voice said.

She spun around and saw a boy with platinum blond hair and blue eyes. "How long have I been here?" she asked.

"A day or so. You were in really bad shape after the fight. My name's Quatre."

The girl stood up gingerly. "Silver Eyes."

"That sounds like a code name."

She nodded. "It is. When I'm not piloting my Gundam, it's Kris."

"Kris?"

"Yes. Krista Esan." Kris glared at Quatre. "Do you have anything else to say?"

Quatre blushed. "Just thanks."

Kris narrowed her eyes. "For what?"

"For saving me twice."

Kris ran her fingers through her odd, silver bangs and smiled slightly. "I could sort of say the same thing about you taking care of my injuries." She glanced at Quatre and saw him blushing brighter. Kris snorted and shook her head in amusement.

"If you need anything, just call." And with that, Quatre left the room. Kris looked around the room and wondered what should she do next. She looked around the room a bit and then noticed some clothes on the foot of the bed. Kris walked over and picked them up.

They were a pair of pants and a white shirt that was in her Gundam. She quickly got dressed and pulled out a small container that were in the pant pocket. Smiling slightly, she put in the special contacts and when she looked in the mirror, her eyes were green.

Then she unbraided her long hair and left it like that so that it trailed behind her almost like a comet tail. Brushing it out quickly with her fingers, Kris made her way to the hall and silently walked down the corridors.

For some reason, her instincts told her to go below. Kris was the one to always trust her instincts. So after twenty minutes of walking around in the shadows, she made it to a large, metal door.

Surprised that it wasn't locked, she walked in and kept to the shadows as she explored. But five minutes later, she stopped dead. Right in front of her was her Gundam, nearly repaired.

Unaware of what she was doing, Kris walked right out into the light and up to it. She placed a hand to it, the small ring on it making a click sound. She never seen it in this good of shape. *That Quatre boy must be special,* she thought as she glanced over and saw his Gundam right next to her's.

"What are you doing here, little girl?" a deep voice asked.

Kris spun around and saw a tall man right behind her. She felt a flash of anger at being called a "little girl," but fear overcame anger. She began to back up and finally, she turned and run.

Kris could hear the man call out to others and she could tell that she was being followed. She turned one corner and another man, slightly smaller this time, grabbed a handful of silver hair.

There was a brief flash of pain, but that pain quickly turned into anger. She turned and delivered a kick that will keep the man's head hurting for a week. Then as quickly as she got in, she left.

Kris kept running through the long halls, always heading up. She could still hear the others follow her. In her time when she went down, Kris was careful to make sure that she knew where she was, but now, it didn't matter. She ran blindly until she made it to the first floor.

Quickly, Kris slipped into a room, not knowing what it was. Moments later, the sound of shouting voices and running feet passed. She breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked around the room and it was apparent that it was a music room. There was a cabinent filled with woodwind instruments, a paino by a window and a violin on top.

Kris walked over and picked up the violin with trembling fingers. She used to play one when she was younger. And she practiced whenever she had the time. But it's been a long time since she played it from her heart.

Carefully, Kris positioned the violin, closed her eyes, and began to play. The music was sad, melodious. It showed her emotions that's been bottled up for a long time.

Kris stopped and opened her eyes when she heard a door softly shut. Quatre was standing in front of her, his blue eyes gazing into her now green ones. "That was beautiful," he said softly. "Where did you learn it?"

"I didn't learn it anywhere," Kris said, carefully placing the violin back. "I-"

Suddenly, the door burst open and the men looking for Kris stopped. Then all at once, they started for her. Kris immediately began to back away and was surprised to see Quatre placing himself between her and the other men.

"Master Quatre!" the taller man said. "The girl was found near the Gundams and-"

"This girl is the pilot of that blue and silver Gundam beside mine."

"A girl Gundam pilot?!" Kris heard someone say. Her eyes flashed to the owner of the voice and he quickly fell silent.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! We shall leave at once." The men quickly disappeared and Kris found herself alone with Quatre.

She took a step back, her whole body trembling. Quatre walked up to her and held her right hand between his two. Immediately, the trembling stopped. Quatre turned her hand over in his and looked at the gold band on her thumb. He also noticed the diamond ring on her left, middle finger.

"What are these?" he asked.

"They. . . I. . ." Tears threatened to fall and Kris cursed at herself for being so emotional. "They're none of your business," she finally growled.

Quatre nodded his head once and gentle let go of her hand. Kris glanced down at her hand and back up at Quatre. He was smiling. "Are you hungry?" he asked.

She nodded. "A little."

"I'm sure we'll find something you like."

For about the tenth time that hour, Kris wiped her watery eyes with her hand after she sneezed. She never stayed on Earth for this long at a time and now allergies were getting to her.

"What's wrong?" Quatre asked, looking over at the slightly shorter pilot.

Kris waved a hand. "Nothing. Just allergies. I've never-"

But before she could go on, a loud ring went into the air. "What's that?" Quatre asked as he covered his ears.

A man ran up to them. "The blue and silver Gundam's self-destruct has been activated! We got to get you two out of here!"

"Wait!" Kris yelled. "What set it off?!"

"Someone tried to open the engine compartment to tune it up and it went off!"

"Blast! I have traps on the most vital parts of my Gundam!" Kris took off running to her Gundam with Quatre at her heals.

"What are you doing?!" he yelled. "We got to get out of here!"

"I'm the only one to shut this off!" She climbed into the cockpit and into the seat. As she began typing, she said, "Tears shed for those who die. Enemy or not, friend or not. Every life is precious, every life is worth living." The loud ringing sound shut off as one of the cockpit view screens said, "Verbal and transcribe code acknowledged. Self-destruct shut down."

Kris slumped in the cushioned chair as Quatre climbed to her level. His blue eyes looked at her face with confusion. "PeaceMaker will only accept a verbal and typed code by me or other authorized personal," Kris explained, her eyes closed, her hands resting on the controls.

"PeaceMaker?"

"Yes. A name we both think it doesn't need. PeaceMaker." She looked around the controls and pushed a few buttons. "Systems activate. Password: Rose." The view screens around her came alive as both verbal and written code was accepted. Kris looked back at Quatre. "If you don't mind, I would like to stay in here for the rest of the day. And tell your people to warn me before they do something to anything vital."

"All right." Quatre hopped down from the cockpit and it sealed off.

A small blinking light caught Kris's eyes. But before she could see what it was, it shut off. "You're up to something, PeaceMaker," Kris muttered under her breath. "And I'll find out what."

"Krista!" a voice called out. "Where are you?"

"Over here Mommy," called out the girl. The unusual silver of her hair and eyes made her stand out in the green landscape. She sat in the grass, holding a pink flower as her mother and father walked up. She held the flower up to her mother.

The green-eyed woman smiled and placed it into her own silver and brown hair. The father walked over and picked up the girl. In his hands was a silver rose.

As he handed it over to the girl, she pricked her finger on a thorn. But before she could say anything, a great white light filled the sky, followed by an ear-deafening sound. The feeling of cold metal against her chest was the only thing that told the girl she was alive.

"Kris!" A soft voice cut through her hearing. "Kris! Wake up!" Her shoulders were shaking.

Kris suddenly swung at her invisible attacker and her fist stopped less than an inch away from the face. As she opened her eyes and focused, a very surprised Quatre standing at the entrance to PeaceMaker's cockpit. "Never wake me up in my Gundam like that," she grumbled as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes.

Quatre unfasten the restraints around her and began to pull Kris out. She got uneasily to her feet and carefully climbed out. "What time is it?" she asked, half asleep.

"About one in the morning." Quatre draped her arm over his shoulders and place his arm on her waist to help her walk. "You fell asleep in the cockpit and I came to get you to put you to bed."

"That's sweet," Kris said. If she weren't half asleep, she would of notice Quatre blushing a bright red. They finally made it to a room and he laid Kris on the bed. Quatre pulled the covers over the sleeping form and was about to leave when he heard a soft, "Good-night Quatre."

"Good-night Kris."

"Hey Kris!"

Kris looked up from her work at PeaceMaker's controls. Quatre stood outside the cockpit with a wide smile on his face. "Yes?"

"I got some friends I want you to meet."

Kris raised an eyebrow. "Other pilots?" Quatre nodded and Kris pushed her braid behind her shoulder. As she climbed out, she muttered, "I don't think this is a good idea."

Standing at the base of her Gundam were four boys. Kris snorted. *Figures,* she thought. She jumped the last few meters, landing a few feet away from one boy. She lifted her now bright blue eyes and looked into another pair of bright blue eyes.

"Whoa!" The boy jumped back. Kris noticed that his hair looks very much like hers, only brown. "I didn't know I had a twin! And I thought you said that the pilot was a boy."

"I didn't say that Duo. I said that I found another pilot that goes by the name Kris. This is Krista Esan. Kris, these pilots are known as Wufei Chang, Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, and Heero Yuy. Guys, this is Kris, or otherwise known as Silver Eyes."

Heero's head snapped up. "Silver Eyes?!"

Heero suddenly brought out a gun and aimed at Kris. The aim was off because Kris ducked low and kicked the gun out of his hand and into her's. As she stood back up, another gun was in her hand.

"I was warned about you, Heero," she said calmly. "Never pull a gun out on me." Amazingly, she gave Heero back his gun.

"Do you trust me?"

"Kris has an amazing ability to give near perfect descriptions of a person," Quatre said.

"Heero: calm, calculating, nearly emotionless." Kris glanced at Trowa and raised an eyebrow. "Trowa: looking amazing close to another Gundam pilot I know, quiet, keeps to self. Wufei: strong hold on justice, never gives up."

"Hey!" Duo spoke up. "What about me?!"

"Oh, you're easy. It could be summoned up in one word."

"What?" Duo's chest inflated with pride. "Cute, irresistible?"

Kris shook her head. "Nope. Baka."

Duo's chest deflated like a popped balloon. Before anyone could say anything, a loud rang went through the air.

Quatre looked to Kris. "Another self-destructed went off?"

Kris shook her head. "Worse." She proceed to climb up into her Gundam cockpit. Once she was seated, she said, "Open communication channels."

The rest of the Gundam Pilots got to the cockpit as one view screen showed an image of a blond boy with bright blue eyes. His hair was basically like Trowa's. "Another twin?" Duo said.

Kris sighed. "Yes, Kento?"

"Where are you?! I'm going to get in big trouble with our superior if you don't get back here! He tried to contact you at where you were supposed to be and I'm going to get the blame!"

"Cool your jets, Kento. I need to get to the carrier then I'll meet you up there. I found five more pilots that can come up if they're willing to." Kris threw a glance at the five boys outside her cockpit. "Silver out."

The view screen went blank and Kris climbed out. "I will be leaving tomorrow to meet a space mobile suit carrier that will take me to Silver Flight." She looked at each of the pilots. "You can go to space with me or not, it's your choice. Either way, I'm heading out tomorrow and should reach the carrier within an hour. It's not far from here."

"I'm going," Quatre immediately said.

"Better not let Quatre have all the fun," Duo said after him.

Both Trowa and Wufei nodded in agreement. Kris looked to Heero. As if reluctantly, he nodded also. "All right. The carrier will have room for five extra mobile suits. Be ready by nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Heero," Quatre said, rubbing his eyes while they adjusted to the dark room with only one bright spot in it. "What are you doing?"

Heero looked up. "Come and look at this," he said, indicating the computer monitor.

Quatre walked over. "Kristana Silver Esan: born January thirteenth, A.C. 181: died January fourteenth, A.C. 183." Quatre stopped. "Does this mean...."

"The Gundam Pilot you found supposedly died when she was two."

"I guess you could say that," a quiet voice behind them said. Both Quatre and Heero spun around to see Kris standing in the doorway. She wore a long, dark blue nightgown and her silver hair was pulled back and braided. "The girl you're talking about was lost in an explosion and the body was never was found. So they presumed that it was destroyed by the explosion." She shook her head. "Never thought that a two year old orphan girl could survive, did ya?"

Kris left the room, leaving Quatre standing there, totally shocked. "I didn't know," he whispered.