***Hey guys! I’m now writing the FIRST actual action chapter of this saga. Are you excited? I don’t know what everyone’s reaction will be to the new twist of genre…Anyways, here it is, and off I go>>>writing away!
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Wing Zero was a powerful machine. With
its new upgrades into the Wing Zero Custom, it was even better. Heero himself
though, found that he couldn’t get used to the wings. Perhaps he would change
them back to their original form, for familiarity.
Relena Dorlain’s face was lit on the
monitor in the cockpit. His Gundam was straining to stay in the air, as he
lifted his Buster Rifle once again. In the corner of his eye, Heero caught
Relena’s barely perceptible nod of the head.
“Affirmative.” Heero muttered to himself.
His gaze followed the powerful beam of
his weapon, but his eyes widened and dilated extremely, all of a sudden.
Mariemaia’s headquarters was enveloped in the explosion as the place blew up.
Relena’s face disappeared into the static playing on his monitor.
Heero bolted out of his bed. His brown hair was soaked with sweat, as were his sheets. His mind was a flurry of furious thoughts. And Heero felt an insatiable urge to punch something.
Milliardo Peacecraft was an early riser.
Noin could never understand how it was possible for his to wake so
easily, so early. He, in turn, couldn’t understand how she could rise so late.
‘Relena
is like that, too’, he thought to himself.
The tall man wandered down the darkened
hallway on a deliberate path. He was heading to the training facilities for his
daily hour-long morning workout before breakfast. His ears perked at the noise
he heard, instead of the tranquil silence. Milliardo followed the sound, then
encountered a glistening, sweaty Heero Yuy. The young man was truly beating the
hell out of the punching bag. With a powerful left hook punch, the large
bag flew off its catch in the ceiling; it hit the wall with a *poof*. Milliardo
called out,
“Yuy.”
Heero turned slightly then inquired in a
frustrated voice,
“What do you want?”
Milliardo visibly relaxed, slid his hands
into his pockets, smiling in a devilish way.
“You’ve just arrived at my…humble abode, and
you are already destroying the objects inside it?”
Heero regarded the fallen punching bag,
contemplating. Then he looked back at the man.
“Are you expecting me to apologize? You can
forget it. ‘Sorry’ isn’t in my vocabulary.”
The tall man grinned.
“You take me too seriously. Well…if you wish
so, I can give you a tour of the lower levels, as you’ve yet to see anything of
the underground HQ”
Heero wiped his brow with a towel,
staring at Relena’s brother, who stared right back. He shrugged, then nodded.
Milliardo turned and walked in the opposite direction. Heero slowly followed
him.
“And this last area is the largest: the
hangar. It contains all the reconstructed Gundams and…Relena’s rather large
collection of cars and motorcycles.”
Heero and Milliardo strode along a raised
balcony. They passed the Gundams, Heero noting the proper details were in
place. When they passed the Wing Zero, Heero noticed that the wings had been
removed. He inquired about it.
“Well, I noticed that during the Mariemaia
incident, you weren’t exactly comfortable with the wings. They hampered your
finesse in agility. If you really want them back, I can have them reinstalled…”
Heero shook his head slowly, annoyed that
his past nemesis had noticed a fault in his flying.
His attention was then diverted completely.
At the end of the hangar, where they stood now, was another mobile suit, as
large as the Gundams were. He had never seen anything like it. It was shaped
like a mobile suit, though the outer pieces were smooth, lacking corners; the
armor was all curves, though still in separate pieces like normal suits. It was
completely colored a crimson, shiny red that reflected at a certain angle to
look black. Certain edges were colored silver. On its back were a pairs of
silvery wings, reminding Heero of the ones that used to be on HIS mobile suit.
These wings were different, though. It was like they seemed to…glow.
Very mystical. He turned to Milliardo.
“What is this?”
Milliardo turned to him, piercing him
with his stare. Then he laughed slightly.
“You can’t guess? …………………………This is ‘Viore’
~pronounced Vee-o-ray~ It’s Lena’s mobile suit.”
The conversation at breakfast that
morning was very animated. Different topics floated around, but the most
popular one was Artemis’ career. Relena kept asking herself why Hilde wouldn’t
let it go…
“It is SO AMAZING that you have such a great
hidden talent! I mean all that singing, dancing, dealing with stress, it’s like
you’re Superwoman!”
Hilde was chattering away excitedly,
spraying bits of food every once in a while. Relena lightly replied,
“It’s something new. Everyone is up for a
change once in a while.”
Heero spoke his first sentence since
sitting down to eat.
“Something new. Would you consider owning
and operating a mobile suit ‘something new’ as well?” His voice was dangerously
razor-sharp.
Relena sighed, tipped her head forward
and let her blond hair fall over her face as the others looked at her in
puzzlement. Yet she answered with the same stubborn tone.
“Not at all. I’ve had that suit since before
you had yours, so don’t undermine your superiors.”
Heero replied testily,
“What exactly are you trying to prove? You
are going to get yourself killed in battle. I would think that you weren’t so
foolish, as you’ve had a very near-death experience.”
Relena tossed her hair back as she raised
her head quickly. She delivered the final blow back to Heero,
“Don’t underestimate what you don’t
understand. And besides, you don’t care anyways. I’m not as innocent as you
think.”
Wufei and Heero were both running checks on their reconstructed Gundams. Both of them were inviting the chance to find a flaw in its construction, but both had yet to be gratified. Relena was repairing an area of Viore’s chest, hanging upside-down. Trowa, Duo and Quatre were satisfying their curiosity, and inquiring any possible question of Relena about her suit.
“The armor is different in design, who was
the one to design it?”
“What is it made out of? The material
doesn’t look like Gundanium alloy…”
“Where does it come from, anyways?”
Relena swung her body back up as she
grabbed an electrical tool. She answered as best as possible.
“Viore wasn’t built here. It is a design
from the home-planet of my race, brought to Earth many millenniums ago, passed
down from family to family. The make is actually pretty advanced, and it is
pretty amazing that humans have managed to fabricate similar suits, though much
later in time.”
The trio looked quite amazed.
“You have a home planet? Where is it? What’s
it called?”
Relena shrugged carelessly.
“Not a clue. Personally, I don’t care, and
neither does Milliardo. We live here now, and I have no idea what is the state
of our race off Earth or the colonies, or Mars.”
Heero called out a cutting remark.
“If you don’t care about your roots, why do
you bother with the antique? If you really want to use mobile suits, you
should use a custom model from this world.”
Relena sighed, then called back icily,
“Because compared with Phoenix design, your
models are completely outstripped. You had better watch what you call ANTIQUE.”
Duo took note of this small outburst.
This was the second time in one morning.
‘What
is going on between Heero and Relena? Why are they so tense and violent around
each other?’
Wufei secretly was very happy. He was
normally described as a cold, aloof man, though not on the same level as Heero
Yuy, so he didn’t like to show his inner feelings. However, he had been plagued
with a form of guilt since Relena’s ‘death’, and was completely relieved to
find out that she was alive. It was actually sort of ironic that she had always
been there, under all of their noses, under the pseudonym of Artemis. He
chuckled to himself as he checked out Nataku’s armor.
“Are you laughing, Wufei? Somebody stop the
presses!”
His ears picked up a sarcastic feminine
voice. Sally Po. She could be quite annoying sometimes. But Wufei corrected her
anyways.
“The proper terminology would be
‘chuckling’. Is that such a shock?”
Sally laughed to herself, shaking her
head slowly.
“Not at all, not at all. I’m sorry to offend
you, Wufei.” He turned back to his work. “What’s on your mind? Wufei, you seem
very preoccupied.”
He looked back at her through one eye. He
answered truthfully.
“I’m wondering, why you bother to get the
Preventors involved in this conflict. You say that you use them to prevent
war, but now you are throwing them right into one.”
Sally sighed, wondering the same thing
herself.
“I know that it is hard to understand, but I
have faith in Miss Relena, and if she deems it necessary to use my troops, I
will comply. After all, we won’t use them just yet…”
Wufei nodded, then went back to his work.
Sally stared at his profile for a minute, and then began walking away. This was
how all their conversations ended.
A loud beeping sound emitted from
Nataku’s cockpit. Wufei’s head snapped up, and in one smooth movement, he was
sitting inside. Sally watched his eyes move back and forth as they raced across
the screen. He then spoke out loud.
“There is a large amount of Gundanium alloy
being transported off a mining satellite.” He paused in thought, as the screen
in the cockpit went dark. “It would be smarter to destroy it than let it pass.”
Wufei swung himself onto the ground.
“I need to go and get some backup before I
leave.”
“Hilde, I am telling you, something is going on between Heero and Lena! And it’s not good. They are throwing daggers at each other at every chance!”
The young woman sighed before answering
to the braided man speaking to her,
“Duo, even if it were true, their affairs
are NOT our business. I’m sure they are fine. Get your head out of other
people’s private lives.”
He simply shook his head in indignant
determination, his violet eyes flashing dangerously. Hilde was rather
apprehensive about the resolved look in Duo’s face. Something bad would happen
if he got his nose stuck in Heero Yuy’s affairs. She had better stop him before
he got hurt.
Hilde sighed again. Why didn’t he get his head out of the clouds
and think about her? What was wrong with her?
Hide’s private thoughts were interrupted
when a running Wufei entered the room. He spotted Duo then called out,
“Maxwell, I got a transmission of a large
amount of Gundanium being transported. We have to destroy it.”
Duo nodded, his eyes suddenly shielded as
he accepted his mission. His gaze slid back to Hilde, then softened.
“Right, Wufei. I’ll meet you at the hangar
in five minutes.”
Wufei nodded in affirmation, then exited
the room. Duo turned to Hilde, but before he could speak, Hilde protested,
“You are going on a mission already? You
haven’t even trained yet! You are going to get yourself killed!”
Duo placed his hands on her shoulders,
and he stared into her quivering pupils.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m stronger than you
think. The God of Death isn’t going out on the first mission, not a chance!”
He leaned forward before she could
object, and planted a small kiss on her pouting lips. Hilde raised her eyebrows
to the ceiling. Duo ran to the door, looked back, and then gave her a rakish
wink.
“All right. We divide into two teams. Heero, Quatre, you take the battle next to L3. Relena, Trowa and I will head to the battle near the southern hemisphere. Is that clear?” Milliardo gave a piercing stare to all except his sister.
Everyone nodded, then headed to their
mobile suits. It was time to make their presence known to the Purifiers.
Duo, I’ll divert the oncoming Taurus
suits, you take out the transport carrier.
Affirmative.
Nataku shot towards the mobile suits, twisting as he destroyed each one.
Deathscythe raised its huge scythe and
brought it down on the large carrier. A great explosion followed, as the two
Gundams were already leaving the site of the battle. There was nothing left but
bits of debris.
You done your sector, Heero?
Yes. You take the forty suits in area 4,
and I’ll take the rest.
Got it.
‘How
is it possible for her to use the wings of Viore in such a manner? That isn’t
physically possible…does it have to do with Phoenix genes? Who knows what else
they can do… how powerful are they truly?’ Trowa’s thoughts echoed as he
kept his eyes on Relena. She was having no trouble.
The image of Viore was frightening. You
could see the confusion from the enemy, as they had no information on the
suit’s weak points. But soon they were all destroyed, but not before sending
info to their superiors, far away.
Max Pavey slammed his fist on his expensive desk.
“Damn it! The Gundams are reconstructed? How
is that possible?”
In a second, he seemed to calm down, and
then he turned to his attendant, who was looking rather frightened.
“What other information? Tell me about this
new suit again.”
The attendant, named John, took a shaky
breath, then answered,
“We don’t have a lot of particulars, the
suits were destroyed to quickly. However, the clear message is the impeccable, inhuman
use of robotic wings. That is all, sir.”
Pavey nodded, and then motioned for John
to leave. Once alone, he hissed aloud as he spoke,
“Inhuman use of wings? Yes, not human is the
right word. DAMN YOU, RELENA DORLAIN!!! How can you still live?”
He paced his office, then stopped and
smiled.
“Phoenixes obviously aren’t too smart. I
know you’re alive now, Relena. Next time, I’ll have the mobile suits
concentrate solely on destroying you.”
***Hello
again guys! I’ve FINALLY finished chapter 6. I feel so relieved! You have no
idea! It has been a while (at least, for me) and I’ve been through a lot in
between. My stepbrother has left for Europe for three weeks, my dad is moving,
and the contracts are all screwed up! AHHHH!! Well, at least this is
done!
Now,
welcome to the action part of my fic. Please let me know if you like it.
Personally, I don’t like to dwell on the fighting parts, so don’t expect
play-by-play writing. That isn’t me! But…it all mixes in with my whole big plan
for this fic. I have chapter outlines written up to chapter 13, I think. You
have any ideas, TELL ME, and I’ll gladly try to add it in to the story.
I
am REALLY sorry, but the next chapters will be pretty slow. I may be able to
get chapter 7 out if I can write the whole thing tomorrow. The rest…well…I don’t
know. You see, I type and use the Net at my dad’s house, and he’s moving on
June the 1st. I’m sorry, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to start
again, once we are settled into the new house and all.
Feedback
has been fantastic; I love each and every one of you! Thank you so much for
taking the time to write me. It’s all positive, and my flame toll is at the
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Luv
you all, ciao.
Firey
Angelwings
~finished
on May 26th, 2001.