Conspiracy
Chapter One
Black wings haunted her subconscious as she slept
restlessly. Ebony metallic feathers were attached to demonic limbs on the
monster’s giant crimson colored back. Its violet eyes also frightened her as if
just by looking from their silver, ebony, and blood shaded frame; they could
kill in a glance.
It resembled an Angel abandoned from the pearly
gates of Heaven. It resembled an Angel that now belonged to the fiery and
merciless depths of Hell. It resembled Wing Zero, a mecha that had now been
deemed a forgotten remnant of the War, a war to end all wars.
A War to end all wars? It was ironic by how quickly that
had changed. Even as she laid there tossing and turning in her pitiless
slumber, they, as in herself, the Pilots, and the Preventers, were already
being swept away in what seemed to be a never ending void.
Relena quickly bolted upright in her temporary bed
with one hand clutching her chest while the other came up to her face. The tips
of her fingers lightly brushed against her skin as she murmured a whisper to
condole herself, “It was only a dream…”
She looked to her right to see her bodyguard and
felt a smile lace its way onto her face as she realized he was still with her.
Her smile grew a little wider when she noticed that his breathing had become
more stable over the past few hours.
Reaching across the narrow aisle between their two
cots, she delicately held his hand and gasped when she felt his fingers slowly
curl around her own.
~ * ~
This was a shelter, but in reality, it was nothing but a large platform ship. People littered the ground around her covered with ragged, old, tattered and dirty blankets. With a tearstained face and red rimmed cerealiun eyes she surveyed the scene around her but withdrew her eyes when the man next to her glared at her.
She adverted her eyes and looked down at the sleeping baby girl nestled in her arms and held her tighter, wishing that she was just experiencing a bad dream, a very bad dream.
~ * ~
Space Shelter 6; Landing in Luxembourg
Quatre Raberba Winner was a man of wealth, riches beyond compare, one of the most eligible bachelors in the Earth Sphere United Nation, and a former Gundam Pilot to those who knew him, really knew him.
It was times such as these that proved that in dire situations money had no place. A peasant could be as equal as the richest man in Universe could. It was also times such as these that could bring out the raging anger in even a heart as kind as Quatre’s.
As the platform vessel was docking, Quatre made a promise that even though he did not know how and did not know when, he was make the ones that did this pay. They would pay dearly.
~ * ~
Preventer Headquarters, Luxembourg
Wufei stood out on the parking lot that surrounded the Headquarters from three sides waiting for the temporary shelter platform ship from L4, or what was left of L4. Speaking of sides, Wufei himself was surrounded.
Trowa Barton stood on one side of the Chinese man waiting for his best friend to arrive and Doctor Sally Po stood on the other side waiting to be swept away in duty. She kept taking deep breaths to calm herself; Wufei took notice of her efforts and ignored them. However, Trowa took note of them and spoke with his ever-calm demeanor never faulting.
“Everything will be alright Sally,” he said whilst stealing a glance to look at her.
“Perhaps so Trowa, but aren’t you just a little bit scared that… well… Quatre didn’t…. well… make it,” she countered as she clenched her hands together because they shook so much.
“I have faith in him, Sally. I know he survived.”
A loud screeching noise told the trio that the vessel had landed and almost immediately Sally was swept into action as the team quickly brought a very injured child to her. The child had her undivided attention until for just a brief second her partner, who had been quiet during the time of her and Trowa’s discussion, uttered three words.
“I’ll be damned.”
This caused her head to snap up and she gasped. If she did not know any better she could have sworn she had heard Trowa Barton laugh under his breath.
Fifteen Minutes Later; Lady Une’s Office
“Chang, Barton, and Winner, I’m glad you survived, but as you already know now is not the time to sit back and relax. There is still a lot of work to be done, which is why I am sending you to the Cinq Kingdom to be under the Princess’s guard.
“I thought Maxwell was her guard.”
“He is,” Une assured while looking at Wufei for a second. “But Maxwell is in serious condition and her guard seems to be expanded. That is why before you go, I think you should see this.”
She piddled on her computer for a minute until her vid screen came on with a woman on it. The woman had chocolate brown cut in an unruly army like fashion. Her skin was tinted bronze, her eyes slanted, and the color of her iris was a shade of blue and measure of intensity that seemed oddly familiar. Quatre was the one to catch it.
“She… She looks like Heero.”
“Exactly. I received this message during the time of the attacks.”
Lady Une pressed a button on her keyboard and the video began.
“Hello, my name is Miranda Alexia Yuy and this is a prerecorded message. Therefore, it is useless to try to trace.
This recording, as you have probably guessed, is to declare war, but what you have not guessed correctly is what we are declaring war on. It is not the Earth, as been guessed or the Colonies, not even the President’s Preventers
In fact, we are urging the Preventers to not get involved. Simply put, it is not their place because this is a dispute about a subject long since buried. However, it was buried alive.
As in our organization Red Baron, we are declaring war on the Winner Foundation and the Peacecraft Monarchy for conspiring together with the Alliance in the year of AC 175 aiding them and committing the crime of the assassination of my grandfather, Heero Yuy.”
Standard Disclaimers Apply