January Eleventh, After Colony One-Nine-One:

Kris leaned back in the pilot chair of her ship, her bangs falling lightly in her face. She had felt uneasy ever since she left the L2 colony cluster, feeling like there's someone watching over her shoulder. Kris settled into her chair, she had at least another twenty minutes before she reached where Silver Night was supposed to be at.

She had grown in the past year. Her hair longer, about a half of an inch taller, her skin slightly darker, her fighting techniques almost perfected, her electronic skills larger. While in the L2 colony cluster, Kris opened a small electronic repair shop to help her earn her living while not on the Silver Strikers. She also had a different account than the Silver Strikers, under the name of Silvie Night.

Silver eyes closed, then flew open, Kris's comm-dee picking up a sound in the background that wasn't supposed to be there. Kris picked up her handgun, making sure it was loaded, and went to investigate. She released the hatch to the cargo area and jumped back in surprise when a boy fell out suddenly. Kris had a gun leveled at his head.

"Give me a reason on why I shouldn't shoot you through your head right now."

The boy looked up at her from the floor and smiled. "Kon'nichi wa. I was looking for docking bay ninety-three, and I sorta..."

"Hitch-hiked onto my ship, I know." Kris grabbed a pair of handcuffs from a small department near her, latching on onto the boy's right wrist, then pulling his arms behind him to finish.

"You know what?" the boy asked.

"What?" Kris growled.

"This is the first time a girl has ever handcuffed me." The boy suddenly fell into darkness as the butt of Kris's gun struck him across the back of the head, knocking him out.

An alarm suddenly went off in the cockpit, and Kris's eyes went wide. "Oh shit!"

The ship shook as something struck it and Kris ran forward to the cockpit, grabbing the controls and pushed them toward starboard. A large ship filled the front view, totally different than the Silver Strikers.

"Unidentified ship, you have flown into military space. Identify yourself or be destroyed."

"To hell with that!" Kris yelled into the comm-link, opening the vid-channel. "This space belongs to the Silver Strikers Space Fleet and you are in unauthorized space buster! This is the ship Wing, pilot Kris Esan. Explain yourself before you get blown out of here!"

A young man's face appeared in the vid-comm and Kris gasped. "Admiral Stunz! Why aren't you on Silver Blood?"

"I'll explain that in a minute when you come onboard. If you come onboard."

Kris nodded. "Get a cell ready. I got a hitch-hike on my ship."

Nathan hugged Kris tightly, almost to the point where Kris couldn't breathe. He let go of her. "I was so worried!"

Kris sighed. "Will you please stop worrying about me and tell me what the hell am I doing on this ship instead of the flagship?"

"You are on the flagship. This is the Silver Flight." Kris blinked in surprise and Nathan smiled. "Welcome back, Grand Admiral Esan."

Comforting darkness surrounded the small silver girl as she fainted.

Kris woke up about three hours later, looking up at a different ceiling that she was use to. Slowly, the girl sat up and looked around. The room was larger than her own. Kris blinked. A room this large can only belong to an Admiral. . .

With slow, sure steps, Kris walked across the room and a door slid open, revealing a large office. The computer was on and a small message blinked in the corner. Kris opened it, sitting down in the large chair.

"Hello Admiral Esan." It was Nathan. "I'm sorry to do this to you. A few hours before you ran away, I took the disk that held the information to the five new ships. I got Admiral Stunz to submit it to the council, and when they approved of it, we sent it to get the ships built. After they were built, they said that the person who designed the ships will become the Grand Admiral. Admiral Stunz said that I gave it to him, and I said that the new Grand Admiral wasn't here. They asked who did it and I told them it was you."

Nathan smiled. "There is the usual twenty docking bays, but there is a new one that only you can access. Good luck finding it."

The message disappeared and Kris laughed. She wished that she could see the faces of the council. Then the laughter stopped. What would happen of enemy forces found out that the fleet was being controlled by a small girl. Immediately her mind came up with ways to disguise that small fact, mostly using her new found technology knowledge.

Kris stood and walked out of the room. People worked on the ship, her own crew, but they didn't know of the new Admiral. After a while, she got to the docking bays. The first five were for space crafts, the last fifteen were for the Silver Striker's mobile suits, the Silver Warriors. Kris stepped into the last docking bay and walked to the computer.

"Voice Access."

"Admiral Esan."

"Access granted. Recognition Number."

Kris thought for a moment. "One-eight-three-dash-one-one-four."

A door to the right of the computers on the stern side of the docking bay slid open and Kris walked to them quickly, entering. She wandered down the dark hallway for a moment, but soon reached a vast open space. "Computer, lights."

The lights brightened slowly and the girl gasped. A new mobile suit stood there, dark blue and silver, holding a buster rifle, a beam saber, and a large shield, the blue and silver shoulder jets folded down. It was the mobile suit she designed. It was. . .

"PeaceMaker. . ."

Nathan walked into the large office that Kris worked in. No one was there, but the door to the adjoining room was open. He walked over and knocked on the side lightly.

"Come in."

The twenty-three year old Admiral stepped in, and stopped. Kris stood in front of the mirror in the room, wearing a pure white, sleeveless top and khakis. Her hair fall around her in waves, almost brushing against the floor.

"What is today, Admiral Night?" "January Fourteenth, After Colony One-Nine-One, ma'am."

She nodded. "So it is." She turned and looked at Nathan. "How long have I been dead to this universe?"

"Eight years exactly, ma'am."

"Hai. Eight years ago on this day, Krista died, and I was born." Kris picked up a white rose from the vase on the night stand near her and gave it to Nathan. "This is the last thing the vessel remembers."

Nathan placed the the rose into Kris's hair and smiled. "And you should treasure that memory, Admiral Esan."

He lead Kris out into the hallway. "I've got a new pilot for the ship. Top of the line. He'll be piloting a mobile suit like yours."

Kris frowned. "Who is this pilot?"

She stopped short when she saw a pair of bright blue eyes and blonde hair. "You!?"

"Kento Masaki, meet Grand Admiral Esan."

Kris glared at the other Admiral. "You will regret your decision one day. It shall happen!"