! Well, actually what I have found are the first three chapters, but I'll keep searching..(in fact, I don't remember if I wrote all the chapters, or simply I imagined them 
) . Nener mind, this is the first one. I hope my English isn't too bad and, as you suppose, I don't own Gundam Wing or Anne McCaffreys's Pern(sigh). I usually write to enjoy myself, and I only hope you enjoy, too!
Anyway, you like this fic or not, please send your opinion. Critics are always needed....to down the author to Earth
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Chapter 1: WHAT HAPPENED BEFORE
Telgar Weyr
Spring, nightfall
The sun grew dark in Telgar, but surprisingly there were no dragons on the high tops, looking for the last sunlights. Instead of it, a rhythmic whisper, an increasingly humming, was invading the corridors and caves in the Weyr, getting louder in the central zone, a huge cavern whose ground was covered by hot golden sand; that heat is what had made the eggs rippened, the big eggs located here and there, separated among them but not too much, and due to those eggs the humming had started that in that moment could be heard inside the big pierced mountain: an Hatching was going to begin, and the Telgar Weyr dragons were looking forward to welcoming their new battle partners.
Relationships among Weyrs, Holds and Crafts were in their best moment, what was shown by the big amount of people from these places going to the new Impression. The guests looked a coloured crowd that filled the entrance to the Hatching Grounds and itself: although some time would pass until the new dragonets started to break their little prisons, the most impatient ones had already got the best non-reserved seats, in order to miss nothing. In a corner, nervous and hopeful, the candidates, in their gold-and-white robes, were being told last advices by the older riders, the last courage before proving their luck facing a dragon.
And, however, she didn't seem to be interested. She kept herself quiet and raised beside Hatching Grounds' entrance, a bit retired in order not to be disturbed by the growing flood of people; no emotions on her face, except for, maybe, some kind of bore, would have made anybody think about that situation, and perhaps the dragons in general, had no meaning for her and she didn't like them.
And you had failed in a poor way.
The girl loved dragons, before she had even discovered she could hear them and she learned to control her talent; what bothered her was the fact an important event like that was spotted by society games. It was true that many spectators took in Impressions, links between human beings and dragons, guaranteed their world's survival, but it was also true that most of them usually went to observe, to be seen and to build interests, relations and contacts that in daily life would be very difficult to get.
Those are the girl's thoughts when she was observing her mother surrounded Telgar Lord Holder. She frowned: of course, neither she nor her sisters could hope to get married with the first Lord,but it was known his dead father had given good arrangements for all his sons and those one were worth possibilities for girls like them, born in a little fort inside a much bigger Hold. Her annoyance became deeper when she noticed who had approached the group she was taking care, her mother had been pressing her to accept that guy's courtship for a long time: he was a handsome but proud man, and his hands used to have dangerous ...uh, objectives...in her. An she liked that no longer.
Dragons' humming grew louder, and the last spectators hurried to enter and fill the unoccupied seats. Suddenly, the girl saw how her mother pretended approaching her with her foolish sisters and him, of course, the Lord's younger brother, he was smiling them, but his greedy gaze was pointing her: if she let her mother bring in front of her, it would be impossible to be free rest of the day, so she made up her mind quickly and entered in the Hatching Grounds, but instead of sitting she slided towards a side corridor, her steps in a hurry.
Her idea was walking a little bit and come back when everybody was observing the Hatching, but that damned guy noticed and pursued her, and she found herself running with no way, surrounding corners and going upstairs, until she wasn't be able to see him, and she thought maybe she had made him lose finally.
The worst was she was lost, too.
She kept stood inside a corridor, attempting to guide herself and remember which had been her way, but she didn't get too much: this place seemed to be Weyr's depth, she could feel dragons' presence, there were no signs for visitors here. Suddenly, she felt a little tickling and extended her right arm: from nowhere a golden creature appeared, it warbled and landed with a faintly flapping of its small wings.
There was so difficult to maintain the firelizard as a secret, although loneliness she promoted, and that kept others away at home, had been a big help. Now, the little animal couldn't help her with this matter, because it didn't know the Weyr, so she let little golden firelizard sit on her shoulder and twist its tail around her neck: while, she was trying going downstairs and check corridors, searching for something familiar from her hurried runaway. In one of those moments, she stopped in front of a big bright mirror that was hung at the wall; she looked at that thin, tall girl, with honey-coloured hair, blue eyes and pale skin, that was returning her a quiet and maybe too old gaze, as if...
Suddenly, a train of curses made her startle and her firelizard shout in alarm: it looked clear that there was someone very angry next here...and perhaps it couldn't be the best idea to ask tha way to the Hatching Grounds, but there didn't seem to have any better chance. She made her way listening to tha voice - a steady but angry male voice - and she found herselft in front of one of the corridor's entrances, which was covered with a leather curtain. She hesitated only a second: there wasn't time to be polite, so she pushed the curtain and held it, checking for anybody. The man who was trying to put on his robe in an acceptable way, cut his list od curses and starved her.
Older than her, but not too much, she thought, brown hair and dark bright eyes - whose gaze seemed to be hiding a point of reserve - and, of course, a horrible mood...
-Did nobody teach you to knock?- man growled dryly.
-It's difficult to knock without a door -she replied, she wasn't ready to be scared- Besides, I haven't got any time to be polite just now, I have to come back to the Hatching Grounds...
A roar distracted the man and his eyes unfocused. A dragonrider, she thought in astonishment, oh my, she worried, I have sneaked into riders' private rooms, I'll have big troubles if Mother is informed of this, she wants her daughters to have the best reputation(she didn't mind that anymore, but her mother could be worse than a Thread fall if she wanted), and it's known moral rules are useless in Weyrs due to dragons: she could feel that dragon in particular, but she forced herself no to listen, it didn't seem to be honest.
Despite he was deeply distracted, finally the young man got to put on his robe properly; when his normal gaze came back, his anger had gone and he only looked a bit disturbed.
-If you want to see the Hatching, why haven't you gone yet?
She crossed her hands over her lap.
-I don't know the way from here.
-Why have you entered, then? These are Weyr's private dependencies - he remarked last statement. She began to feel uncomfortable.
- It's a private issue.
-There are a lot of discrete caves in outer corridors for that.
-I was attempting to avoid that, okay? - she answered. Now she was who was getting angry - I'm sorry about breaking this fascinating chat, but could you show the correct way, or not?
He kept himself in silence, examinating her, carefully looking at the little clon of dragon queen that the girl had got around her neck, like an alive jewel.
-I can guide you until there, if you like, I have to attend it, too - he offered. No traces from his old anger, but a lot of curiosity.
She considered his offer: dragons' humming had became louder and louder until containig a hurry note, it was possible that some eggs had already broken, besides her mother would start to wonder where her rude younger daughter was. She agreed.
- If you don't mind - she accepted.
He smiled and started to walk, the girl one or two steps after, her gaze on the rider's back. They went upstairs a lot, they went along some corridors and finally they arrived at a side entrance where there was much light, and she looked out in silence: as she had been afraid, the Hatching had already begun and some news weyrlings fed their new acquired charges: suddenly,she went back a few steps: she had just seen her mother watching in all directions, surely looking for her. She would have to be very fast, but before that she turned to her companion and bowed in a very polite way.
He blinked.
-And that?
-It means I thank you for your help, dragonrider, but I must go- He raised his hand to protest, but she didn't let him start.
-I wouldn't mind entering the Hatching Grounds with you, but I'm not interesred in being noticed....yet - she would be found anyway, but, at least, she was going to do her best to avoid it- I wish you could fly high and far, dragonrider - a stir of her skirt and, suddenly, she wasn't here anymore. The young rider blinked and nodded, well, nobody could say that had been a boring meeting.
He remained rested on the entrance, observing the Impressions and sometimes peeping, or that was his feeling, a honey-coloured hair, always far from honour seats, avoiding people, all her gestures showing a firm decision and a strong mind. He couldn't avoid wondering if...
Better that anyone that stands on the sands. A secure voice appeared in his mind.
"I wasn't going to ask you that."
That was what you were thinking, the dragon assured. This had been a small Hatching, it wasn't suitable for her.
The rider smiled, funny. "There was a queen egg, you big one", he replied, "maybe next time she won't have a chance". Wasting time, he didn't know her and she hadn't tod him her name or family.
Norinth won't fly to mate anymore. The dragon's sentence put him on guard. That meant an open flight to decide the Weyrleader when Keyreth, the next senior queen, flied to mate. And he was riding a bronze...
I can fly her for you, his dragon offered, a chance for you to get the leadership and a powerful and big nest, so she will be able to come back That was amazing, the fact his dragon was so keen on somebody he didn't know.
"Maybe she doesn't come to the next Hatching" the young man doubted.
She will come.
"Can you guess the future or so, buddy? Maybe she isn't interested." It was difficult, but not impossible.Everybody had dreamt some time with riding their own dragon in Pern, but this young unknown girl was very able to have other kind of thoughts.
We will ask her for coming. the bronze insisted.
"You will scare her if suddenly you talk to her," the rider warned , "She can think she's becoming crazy."
She has listened to us for a long time. Why should she be scared just now? Now the rider was really in astonishment: listening to any dragon was a very rare talent that seemd to be reserved to women: with that advantage, the girl could get a dragon queen easily. An she was so beautiful....he smiled, lost in his thoughts, nearly hearing the noise that came from the Hatching Grounds.
Gundam Wing's Headquarters
At daybreak
Another night without sleeping, staring at the stars, and he had already lost that count: since a short time, he was unable to sleep easily, and when finally he fell asleep, it was a restless dream, the guard's dream in a hostile frontier, someone that needed rest but someone that could feel the sleeping menace over the shadows. And that's just what happened him: an alarm bell was ringing somewhere inside his mind, a sign that became stronger in those awake nights, what's more, it was much stronger if he kept looking at the stars from that window in his room.
In any other people, insomnia could have been caused by tiredness, bad nerves or similar. Not in him.. Doctors had learnt not to undervalue those clues that, although they were diffuse, pointed to an only direction: somewhere inside the galaxy, there were going to be troubles. And serious troubles.
The stars, that's the place his sensible mind was pointing to. The alarm had never been so strong, but it was true that there hadn't been less reasons for it: after last war, peace were firmly stablished in the colonies, and he and his partners were dedicated to improve their training and machines, complex and - in some way -so sensitive as an alive being. The Gundam had been thought for war and defense, but those who had created them were imagining how to take advantage from the Gundams' possibilities. Each one of those huge machines had cost the biggest amount in time, money, mind to design and , of course, ability to drive it. It was frequently said that a Gundam pilot needed an unique talent and something more to pilot that huge gadget. The hard training the pilots had to receive made a curious relationship between pilot and machine, a strange link of emotional dependency.
Inside him, that link had sharpened in an amazing way, he could distinguish the machine he usually drove from the others in a very primary level: for him, his Gundam was different from the others, he had felt hurt by machine damages as if he was physically injured, the day his Gundam had to be replaced by any circumstance...he'd better not to thing about that, really.
Those circumstances, and his closed character, nearly rude, had kept away the most of the other pilots who, although they had assumed his leadership in figthing, murumured about him when they left their Gundams. At his back, of course. And at their chiefs' one. And at the back of the very little group, formed by pilots and assistants, that had got the privilege of pass through the defenses he had built so much time ago, to defense himself against...against whatever was.
He rose from the window where he had been resting to come back to his bed, and gave a last gaze to the dark sky. He had already started to turn when he felt a faint shining twinkling in a edge of his sight. He raised his dark eyes' gaze to the sky, where a star was shining among others, without any apparent difference...except it had caught his sensitive mind's attention. And he knew it. He felt it.
He frowned, attempting to remember if he knew tha name of that star in particular. A sensation of urgency started to insinuate itself in a corner in his mind, while he tried to remember the name of that bright lightpoint, located into a stars design that it seemed to be a bower ready to shot. When, finally, he got to remember that elusive word, the urgency was beating like a heart, tensing each muscle, afraid of being too late.
Because ha had guessed, in a moment of strange clairvoyance, the results from what could happen, because there, him, supported by the windowcase, his hands grabbed tightly in the splay, he had intuited the badness, the danger that was near the star the human people had called Rukbat, in Sagitario's constellation.
And for everything surrounding it, too.
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