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TIMELINE: The story takes place after Survival of the Fittest, I’d say almost two years. This is the second installment of the “Shattered” duology.
NOTE: To avoid confusion, I have italic-and-bold the clones’ name. Hopefully, that could help you understand who’s who.
By Arayelle Lynn.
Dorothy stepped into the infirmary. Her crystal blue eyes searched the room, noting the sleeping Duo Maxwell and the other injured Preventers. However, her eyes never met the object of her search as they landed on the woman in a white lab coat.
“Looking for Quatre?” the woman said, straightening herself from where she had been hunching over a database. A medical report was displayed on its screen.
She nodded. “He was supposed to meet me for lunch but never showed up. Thought that things got worse and you need him here.”
Dr. Farrell-Burnet shook her head. “No, things are going well at the moment,” she answered. “Actually, I had just relieved Quatre of his watch not long ago. But I don’t think I know where he had gone to.”
“I think I know,” said Dorothy suddenly. Her eyes were on the empty bed where a certain someone was supposed to be lying on. She turned her eyes back to the doctor. “Thanks for the help.”
“No problem.”
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He watched her. The words of many played constantly in his mind. They were the words of his ever concern friend, the words of his lost love and the words of the one he had pledged his love to. But of all, he found himself listening to only one. The one in his heart, which was why he came to be there.
As usual, he found her in the gym, working on her useless limbs as it had been prescribed for her. The therapy was to keep the blood flowing throughout her body as much as it is to give her a hope that she could once again walk. But the strange determination on her sweat-streaked face betrayed not her hope. Instead, he could see that her eyes were glaring at the other side of the rail, where her destination was, as if her enemy was there waiting.
Her hand slipped from the handle bar. His feet jolted in a movement to break her fall just as she regained her hold. He stopped himself in time. He watched as she resumed her exercise, the warning lost in his lips. She was going way too fast! And her hands were too sweaty to keep her hold! But he couldn’t warn her of that. He had sworn himself to be an observer, to note if there was any change in the girl’s reaction after their ‘encounter’.
There was. Though he hardly knew whether it was good or bad. He couldn’t decide if the frown on her forehead or her clenching teeth expressed her displeasure or profound regret over what had happened. In fact, her need to drag her useless limb in this exercise so soon after her recovery confused him.
She’s going too fast! His mind screamed his warning, noting how her hands expertly navigated her body along the support beams. It was as if she was trying to break an Olympic record! He jolted forward again, the warning just waiting to be released from his lips. But he stopped himself again, reminding himself that he had sworn to respect her wishes. That he was not to interfere with her life anymore.
She slipped again. This time, her hands were too clumsy to maintain her grip. He gasped when she banged her head on the handlebar and fell to the floor. Cursing himself, Quatre dashed forward.
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Kylie felt hands catching her just as she was hitting the floor. Her head swam as she felt a pair of arms holding her upright, lowering her gently. Once her vision cleared, she turned to her rescuer, knowing him for being there when she had her usual therapy. “Heero…” she began, inserting her irritation in her voice.
But instead of meeting Prussian blue eyes, her eyes met Cerulean blue ones, looking at her with deep concern. Surprised, she pushed herself away from the embrace.
“Kylie!” Quatre cried out, catching her again as she almost fell to the floor. But her struggles managed to send both of them to the floor.
“I don’t need your help!” she declared, slapping his hands off her. Then she pulled herself away from him, tucking her dead limbs in her arms. “Leave!”
But he found that couldn’t. Not when the closeness of their bodies had brought back the emotions that had reigned inside him at one time in a distant past. Looking at her, he forced the feelings back. “But I want to help you, Kylie. Why won’t you let me help you?”
Instead of succumbing into his pleading eyes, she glared at him rather defiantly. “Leave, Quatre! I don’t need you or your sympathy.”
“Kylie,” he tried again.
She glared at him menacingly. “I won’t hesitate to hurt you, Quatre. Trust my word,” she said, there was a threatening note in her voice that he had never heard before. “LEAVE!”
“But…”
A shot rang. Quatre flinched as something grazed his cheek. Shocked, he stared at the twin barrel of a gun that Kylie had trained on him. “I said leave,” her voice was colder this time.
He stared at her, past the smoking gun, hoping to see a sign that she might want him to stay, that maybe she had feelings for him, however faint it was. But there was none. Her eyes continued to glare at him as if he was a mere irritation. A thorn in her side.
Swallowing his wounded heart, Quatre stammered an apology and ran out of the room.
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Dorothy ran. Her chest burned and her heart felt as if it was crushing. Her legs felt like rubber, pleading her to stop her mad dash. But she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop.
A sob escaped her lips but she silenced it by clamping her hand on her mouth. She ignored the stares as she made her way past the hallways, all the while aware that she failed to stop the tears from streaming down her cheek.
She had seen everything! As soon as she had left the infirmary, she had continued to look for Quatre, only to find him in the gym, watching Kylie. She had seen how he ran to Kylie when she fell. The utter fear in his eyes was apparent. She had seen how Kylie pushed him away, threatening to shoot him if he continued to approach her. The look of pain on Quatre’s face was enough to break her heart!
But that wasn’t what upset her so. No, she knew that Quatre was still in love with Kylie. That was obvious. And she understood the need for Quatre to plead Kylie to return his feelings. If that was going to help Quatre sort out his feelings, that was fine with Dorothy, no matter how painful it felt.
But what upset her was the scene she saw later, after Quatre had left the gym. Her mind kept on playing the scene where Kylie threw the gun to the wall, growling in frustration. Then she started to pound the floor with her fists, all the while her eyes betrayed the inner turmoil that she had been keeping within. Her cold façade finally crumbled as she let her anguish overwhelmed her. All of these told Dorothy one thing.
Kylie Rayden was still in love with Quatre Winner!
The betrayal hit her hard. Dorothy had worked long and hard to make Quatre fell in love with her. She kept faith in his love, knowing how their love would always be shadowed by Quatre and Kylie’s unfulfilled love. When the girl was found alive, Dorothy had fought against all odds to keep her relationship with Quatre so that their engagement would result to something priceless. And all the while, she was led to believe that Kylie had been using Quatre, that she had never any feelings for him, that it was all a mistake in both of their parts. And Dorothy used that truth to allow Quatre to question his feelings by going to the other girl.
But now, it was all a lie. Once again, Kylie Rayden had managed to elude the truth from all of them, playing with their minds and hearts. And realizing this, Dorothy realized that she could never have Quatre the way she wanted him.
Fiery emotions reigned over her sorrow at the thought of the betrayal. Now, she wished that she had never met the Gundam pilots. Now, she wished that Kylie Rayden had never existed!
Choking on her sobs, Dorothy ran into the pouring rain.
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Lady Une stared at the screen, reviewing the information that Kylie had handed her about the settlement on Jupiter. Her fingers were tapping unconsciously on the desk as she read. Her lips set in a grim determination though the light in her eyes betrayed her excitement.
Suddenly, the door to her office slid open. She looked up and greeted her most trusted advisor, Sally Po.
“You rang?’ said the Chinese agent, looking at her questioningly.
She rose from her seat. “Gather all Code 1 personnel. We have a job to do.”
Sally eyebrow raised, impressed. But she knew better than to question for more information. However, before she could turn around to find the people her superior officer had mentioned, she heard her continue.
“We’re going to attack Jupiter.”
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She barely knew how long she had been wandering. The rain continued to pour, soaking her to the bones. But she hardly felt the cold. Her mind was in turmoil, tortured still by the incident that she had just witnessed only moments ago. Her feet carried her body aimlessly, away from the pain and the harsh reality. But that was alright. She needed the distance. She needed the chance to be lost in her own thoughts. Away from them. From him.
And her.
Now that the secrets were all out, she didn’t know what to do. For the first time in her life, Dorothy felt as if she had lost all meaning of life. She found herself feeling strangely drained and tired, as if loving Quatre had cost her more than just time and heartache. It felt strangely similar to the aftereffects of using the Zero System some time ago.
But she knew that that wasn’t the reason. There was one name she could think of that was responsible for the strange emptiness in her heart.
Kylie.
Her heart started to bleed again.
Suddenly she stopped. There standing before her, soaking wet in the rain was Trowa. There was a lost look in his eyes. “Dorothy?” he voiced, startled to find her there. He looked at her uncertainly.
Unable to control her feelings anymore, Dorothy sobbed. Her knees gave way as she slumped to the ground. Trowa caught her in time. Wordlessly, he gathered her in his arms and held her as she cried. His own confusion was lost as he comforted the weeping girl.
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Lady Une regarded the people in the room carefully. In less than fifteen minutes, Sally had managed to gather all ‘Code 1 personnel’, meaning the Gundam pilots, Noin, Zechs, Sally and herself. The secret code was necessary because, although she was satisfied enough to learn that all spies had been flushed out, experience told her to be more caution. And whatever that she was going to tell these people demand that caution for it would determine the fate of all things.
They all met her gaze evenly, each waiting patiently for her to start.
She cleared her throat. “A few days ago, Kylie had given me a disc containing all information on Jupiter. The blueprints, the security system even waste disposal timetable.” Silently, she felt a pang of regret as she recalled her ward’s refusal to attend the meeting.
“You mean everything?” Duo blinked, being injured made it a little slow for him to digest anything. But he was impatient enough to get back onto his feet.
“Yes,” said Lady Une, as she leaned forward. Her eyes regarded them conspiratorially. “Now, our only job is to plan our attack.” She nodded, seeing their startled faces. “This is our chance to end this war.”
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“They’re up to something,” said Kylie-clone, pacing back and forth. “They’re being way too quiet.”
“My dear, sit down before you wear the carpet out,” Winteridge gently scolded, leaning in his seat calmly. But his eyes seemed to be watching the clones carefully.
It had been days since the attack on Vice Minister Darlian. And the clones were all restless. But their employer had wanted to see what their enemy was planning to do, even if it meant waiting for an attack. So, the clones had no choice but to make themselves comfortable.
But the waiting was more than torture.
“Why can’t we just go and destroy something? A colony, perhaps?” asked Wu Fei-clone, resuming Kylie’s impatient pace. “Why don’t we destroy our enemy now? It’ll be an easy kill.”
“Not so easy now since they have the new system,” Instructor D reminded them. “No, what we need to do now is wait for their next move.” He bit his lips, frowning as he walked towards the window, overseeing a newly built complex on Jupiter. “Kylie’s right. They are up to something. But instead of reacting to it, we must wait it out and prepare ourselves for it.” He turned to Winteridge. “Isn’t that so, Your Grace?”
Winteridge nodded. “You read my mind well, old friend.” Then he turned to the clones. “If it makes you all feel any better, you may prep the troop for an incoming battle. Make any necessary preparations just in case.’
The clones snapped to their feet, saluting him. “Roger,” they chorused, before retreating.
Instructor D watched as they left. There was a little crease on his forehead.
“You see it too, huh?” Winteridge suddenly said, rising up from his seat. His friend turned to him, slightly surprise.
“What the late doctor said, it’s finally showing,” the duke continued, looking out the window. “The signs of deterioration.”
“What do we do about it?”
He shrugged. “There’s nothing we can do about it. There was never a scientist as talented as Doctor Randells.” He shook his head. “No, there’s nothing we can do about it. All we can do now is to set our plans in motion sooner rather than later.”
Instructor D raised his left eyebrow. “You have a plan?”
“No, rather an opportunity,” the duke responded, his eyes gleaming with a new thought. “And if I’m correct, whatever the Preventers are planning soon will put our plan perfectly in motion.” He glanced at his old friend. “All we need to do is wait until our spy inform us when.”
His friend nodded, understanding his train of thoughts. “In the meantime?”
Winteridge sighed. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Tell the clones of the deterioration. They have the right to know about it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very.”
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When she first opened her eyes, Dorothy didn’t know where she was. Once sleep released its grip on her, she bolted from the bed, eyeing the room suspiciously. She was in a small room, empty except for a chair that stood next to the door. There was no one in the room.
Gingerly, she swung her feet off the bed. Her fingers trailed from her tangled blond locks down to her aching arm, where she discovered something strange. Looking down, she noticed that she was wearing clothes that were not her own.
Instantly, Dorothy realized where she was.
Trowa’s place!
“You’re awake,” somebody said. Dorothy turned to see a girl about her age or so, standing at the door. In her hand was Dorothy’s dried clothes.
“Catherine,” she breathed, having meeting Trowa’s surrogate sister once. “Good morning.”
The older girl smiled mischievously. “I think the correct greeting would be ‘good afternoon’.”
Her eyes widened. “What? I have been asleep through the morning?” she gasped. When Catherine nodded, Dorothy quickly grabbed the clothes that was handed to her and started to change.
Catherine chuckled, giving the girl some privacy. “Get change. Then join me for… uh… lunch.” For the remark, she was rewarded with a mock glare from Dorothy.
As Dorothy dressed, she couldn’t help but notice the delicious smell of food attacking her nostrils. Her stomachs growled as she made her way out of the room. There, she discovered Catherine placing a steamy bowl on the table.
Seeing the food reminded Dorothy that she hadn’t had any food since yesterday.
“Where’s Trowa?” she asked, seeing that they were missing a pilot.
Catherine shrugged, nonchalantly though her concern was visible in her eyes. “He had something that he needs to take care of.” She gestured Dorothy over. “Come on. Dig in.”
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Lady Une regarded the occupants of the room one by one. Throughout the night, they’ve worked out their plan to attack the Jupiter base and it was only this hour that the plan was at last finalized. When her eyes rested on Duo, she caught him nodding off; his still recovering body reminded her that the boy still needed his rest.
They all did.
“Then it’s settled then,” she spoke up, interrupting the quiet conversation between Zechs and Noin. She sensed Duo straightened himself up as the others turned their heads towards her.
“Yes,” said Quatre, nodding. His eyes trailed over his fellow pilots, who nodded their agreement as well.
“Good,” Une acknowledged. “I’ll inform Agent Grant of his new orders.” She paused, staring hard at the pilots. “In the meantime, get some rest boys. You’ll need it.”
They nodded again, though Une could clearly see that rest was the farthest thing in Winner’s mind. Rising from their respective seats, the pilots, Zechs, Noin and Sally piled out of the room. But before any of them could leave, the whole base squealed with alarms.
Bewildered, they looked at each other. Quickly, Une reached over the comm. “What happened?” she barked. Everything had finally come down so nicely. What could go wrong?
Grant appeared on the screen. His face was ashen. “Ma’am, it’s the Gundams,” he began, drawing the pilots’ attention. “Someone has stolen one of the Gundams!”
Before she could even acknowledge the information, five sets of feet ran out of the room, followed by Zechs, Noin and Sally. They ran quickly to the hangar, where they’ve kept the Gundams. Each pilots thought of the same thing. How could’ve someone stole a Gundam? And right under their noses?
When they finally got to the hangar, they noted that Kylie was already there, staring at an empty spot between Sandrock and Altron where Heavyarms should’ve been. Trowa stared hard at his missing Gundam, ignoring the concern faces of his friends.
“How can this be?” Duo cried, exasperatedly. “The base is secured, isn’t it?”
“It is,” Une answered, joining them. “Our thief must’ve known our security system explicitly.”
“He must have,” Zechs agreed. “Only a level 5 hacker could hack into a Gundam’s security system and stole it without us knowing it.” He paused, glancing over the hanger. “Even that, he still has to deal with our high tech security system.”
“We must find the missing Gundam quickly,” said Quatre, watching as Heero bent down, looking for clues. “This could affect our plan.” He paused, turning to Une. “Maybe we should postpone.”
“No,” said Trowa, surprising all of them. Even Heero stopped what he was doing. Trowa turned to them. “I’ll take care of our thief,” he said, there was something in his eyes that Quatre had never seen before. Anger? “But the plan will have to go as scheduled. I’ll even fly a standard Taurus if I have to.”
For a moment everyone was silent by Trowa’s declaration. Then Heero nodded, wiping his hands. “Suits me fine,” he said, leaving the scene. Quatre hesitated a moment before joining the others leaving the hangar.
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He left the Preventers base, knowing that they would be looking for him. But he was smart enough not to fly the stolen Gundam, fully aware that if he had done so, they would’ve shot him out of the sky. And ‘they’ he didn’t mean the Preventers.
He sighed as the truck that he was driving entered the woods, not very far from the base. He knew that he had to ditch the truck some place, away from where he intended to hide the Gundam. But that was not a problem for him. Years of experience in stealing the Alliance’s mobile suits since he was young had taught him plenty of tricks on how to hide something so big so effectively.
He glanced back where he came from, feeling a slight pang. His only regret was not able to tell his friends of his dilemma. But if telling them what happened could hurt them, he preferred shouldering the burden himself.
He continued on.
He never looked back.
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Dorothy returned to the base feeling slightly better, though the strange heaviness in her heart hung on. But after a spending a night at Trowa’s, she felt as if she could face anything. Even facing the two people who seemed to be giving her the most pain.
Walking to her room, she recalled what happened last night. She couldn’t recall much, having doing the crying while Trowa held her in his silent attempt of comforting her. But she appreciated the gesture. Once the crying stopped, she felt even better than she thought possible. And wet. So, Trowa brought her over to his sister’s apartment, where they changed and rested.
When she noticed Trowa coming towards her direction, she stopped. She took in his handsome face, noting a slight tension in his usually calm eyes. Frowning, she called out to him. “Trowa?”
He stopped, looking at her bewilderedly; as if just awaken from a deep slumber. When he saw who it was, he nodded. Dorothy found herself disappointed by his less-than-enthusiastic greeting. “What’s wrong?” she asked when he stopped.
Trowa shrugged. “Nothing much,” he said, voice soft. “We’re attacking Winteridge, that’s all”
“Oh?” Dorothy responded, feeling more disappointed now that Trowa seemed to be a little distant. She stopped him again when he made his move to leave. “Anyway, thanks for the comfort. I needed that.”
Trowa looked lost for a moment. Then a strange light flashed in his eyes. “It was my… pleasure, Dorothy,” he said, throwing her his rarest smile. Then squeezing her shoulder in reassurance, he left.
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Heero found Kylie hunching over the database, as usual. She didn’t even spare a glance at him when he flopped down onto her bed. A second later, Adin rose from where he had been lying near her feet to join Heero on the bed.
Heero ruffled the dog’s thick fur, all the while waiting for his twin sister to acknowledge his presence.
He didn’t have to wait long.
“How did it go?” she asked, eyes still stuck on the screen.
“We’re launching at 0500 hours,” he answered, giving her the briefest review of their lengthy discussion. “Lady Une’s putting all available agents into this. Noin’s going to lead the ground team while we’re taking the front line with Zech’s team.”
“What about Barton?” she inquired.
“He’s determined to join the battle,” Heero answered. “Without him, we’re down to three active pilots.”
At that Kylie turned around. “Maxwell still refused to pilot his Gundam? Even for this dire mission?”
Heero shrugged. “We don’t have any choice in that. You know as well as I do what he’s at.”
She snorted, bitterly. “Good thing I’m immobilized. Who knows how he’s going to keep an eye on both of us.” She paused. “Why Barton’s not taking the Deathscythe?”
Heero shrugged. “Beats me.”
Kylie turned back to her work. Seeing that their conversation was over, Heero lied back on the bed. A minute later, he was asleep.
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“I’m sorry it’s turning out like this,” said Winteridge, breaking the long silence. There was a sincere tone of sadness in his voice.
The clones looked at each other, and then at the man who created them. For a moment, Winteridge could hardly read the expression on their faces. A moment later, he saw Kylie-clone rising from the sofa and crossed over the room towards him.
There she stood over him, staring into his eyes. She surprised him with a hug.
“Don’t be, father,” she said, calling him by the name that she had used when they were little. “We all know the risk.” She cupped his face, looking into his eyes. “We would gladly fight for you, even if it means not surviving in the end.”
He turned to look at the other clones, who nodded in agreement. Suddenly, there was a strange sensation in his chest as he found it harder to breathe. His vision started to blur. He had never seen such fierce loyalty before.
“Don’t,” said Kylie-clone, brushing the tears away. “You always said that tears are for the weak.” She smiled. “You have brought us into this world. Now, it’s time for us to repay it.”
Winteridge squeezed her hand gratefully. But before he could say anything, his comm. beeped.
He was mildly surprised to see his last spy appeared on the screen. “Report.”
“They’re coming,” said the spy.
He nodded, turning to Instructor D. “I guess it’s time we contact our ‘friends’.”
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The base was bursting with activity. This time, busier than ever. This time could prove the end of Winteridge’s army or the Preventers as this was the largest full-scale attack that the Preventers had ever planned since the war with the Telrhani.
Wu Fei sidestepped the agent that almost ran him over, as he made his way to the hangar, fully suited and rested. He was determined to return as a victor or not returning at all. Once he reached the hangar, he saw that the others were there.
Heero and Trowa were already in their Gundam and Taurus respectively, powering up. They were moving the mobile suits into the huge space carrier where they would be flying in before breaking orbit. Quatre was there too, with that girlfriend of his. She seemed to be worried about something and he seemed to be reassuring her. He must’ve convinced her because she stepped away and watched as he climbed onto his grappling cable.
The sound of a familiar voice broke from his left. He turned to see Duo joking with some Preventer agents. Though his mirth lit up his face, Wu Fei could detect a strange seriousness in his eyes which only visible whenever the pilot was nervous. Not far away, stood Noin shaking her head at the bunch. ‘Probably wondering how she’s going to handle Duo while he’s working under her command.’
“She won’t be able to,” said a new voice. Wu Fei found Mylin standing on his right. “My guess is, Maxwell will probably disappear off even before she could even issue commands,” she continued, sensing his thoughts.
Seeing her, he was reminded that Mylin was one of those who were going to infiltrate the Jupiter base. Her career as a pilot ended when Wu Fei took over his Gundam again.
“I guess, you’ll be doing the same to,” he returned, resulting a small chuckle from the alien.
She winked. “I guess you got me figured out,” she said, slipping on a Telrhani traditional blade in her belt. “An Emperor’s Eye works better alone.” Then she gave him a little wave. “Good luck out there. You’re going to need it.”
Wu Fei breathed, watching as the last of the Preventer agents walked up the ramp that lead into the shuttle. He heard that Duo was going to pilot that particular one. “Luck. We’re all going to need it.”
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Standing in the middle of the command room, Dorothy watched as Sandrock left the carrier. For a thousandth time, she wished that she could come along. Despite what Quatre said, she failed to quench that strange feeling of heaviness deep in her heart. She had never felt like this before. But she was sure that she would never see Quatre again. And that scared her a lot.
When Trowa’s borrowed Taurus finally launched, she found herself praying. ‘You take care of him, you hear. Please make sure he comes back to me safely.’ When she opened her eyes again, her gaze caught on something in the security camera.
A girl in a wheelchair was staring at the window, overlooking the sky.
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“We’re approaching Jupiter,” Quatre reported, seeing a tiny fleck of orange-brown ball far away.
“I see it,” Wu Fei reported, coming from behind him.
“Me too,” Trowa reported, while Heero grunted as a response.
Quatre opened the channel to Noin. “We’re going in,” he said, as he led the other Gundam pilots closer to their target. “Zechs?”
“Right in position,” answered Zechs from Epyon. He was on the other side of the formation, flanking Jupiter from the left with more than a dozen Taurus trailing behind him.
“Good luck, boys.”
Quatre acknowledged Noin with a nod and moved in. He sensed his friends tailing behind him, mirroring his movement. Suddenly, his eyes caught on something from his right. Some glittering light were approaching them.
He cursed himself but Wu Fei was more verbal. “Dang it! They’re waiting for us!”
They dodged the missiles that came sailing in. Each of them blew out some of it with their Vulcan cannons. A moment later, Quatre saw a huge number of mobile suits, waiting for them at the frontline. He breathed. “No choice, guys. We’ve already gone too far to back down now.”
“I’m afraid, this is it.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR REPLIES: I could almost hear you guys saying. “Finally! An update.” Sorry for the delay and lack of update. It’s been… what... three months? Again, apology. I can’t help it, really. For your information, I’ve started on my Masters Degree program and it’s rather hectic here since I’m doing it part time along with my job. I know there’s a lot of people saying, why the hell this girl do that for? My answer, I don’t know! I need the challenge and I think trying to juggle my working life and education life at the same time would be it. Plus, it’s my ambition to gain my PhD before I turn 30 or get married. Oops! That was supposed to be a secret.
Anyway, this chapter is a bit slow, I know. More action coming up in the next chapter. And the good news is, I’m on break! And hopefully I can speed up on my update before the semester starts in July. So now, I’m going to leave you guys with your reviews.
Oh, for those who are reading my Gundam Seed Destiny/ Gundam Wing crossover “Wings of Destiny”, don’t forget to catch the next chapter some time next week!
Ookami Kage: I’ve tried interrogating my muse, torture her in fact but she’s still not talking. She actually threatened me not to give an update unless I start treating her like a QUEEN!!! Can you believe that?! Anyway, we could pray that Quatre will end up with Kylie and things would end happily ever after.
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