Quatre, Heero, Trowa, Wufei, and Duo walked through the long halls on the Silver Strikers flag ship, the Silver Flight. Kris had requested them to her office as soon as possible and said she had something to tell them.

They reached a junction of the hallway and suddenly, a silver blur ran into Quatre and papers went everywhere. Quatre blinked in surprise when he saw an equally surprised Kris on top of him. Kris turned bright red and stood up quickly, helping Quatre up.

"Sorry," she mumbled. "I was in a hurry to beat you to my office." She knelt down carefully and began to pick up the fallen papers quickly. It was only then that Quatre noticed that Kris was not wearing her signature dark blue sleeveless turtle neck and black jeans. Instead she wore a navy blue slacks, white dress shirt, blue and silver neck tie, and dark blue, one inch heeled shoes.

To complete her outfit was a black leather jacket with her name and rank on the front, two circle emblems on her left arm, and three emblems on the right, one a strip, one an upside down triangle, and another what looks like a seven point star.

She stood up quickly as she finished gathering the papers and looked to all of the pilots. "You all have nothing to do within the next week or so, right?"

Everyone nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. Kris tried to keep her balance as she removed one shoe then another. It looked to the pilots that Kris had too much energy and nothing to do to run it off, except to run it off. She danced across the hallway and Duo gave her the strangest look.

Kris smiled and shrugged. "Run with me if you want. If not I'll see you in my office in five minutes." With that, Kris shot down the hallway, disappearing around the corner into the next hallway.

"She must be in a hurry," Duo muttered and began to walk in the direction that Kris disappeared. Sure enough, within five minutes, they reached the office where Kris was typing furiously on a keyboard at a personal computer. "What's wrong?"

Duo walked around the desk and saw a small timer in the corner of the screen, and it was counting down from thirty seconds. Kris's typing became faster as the seconds melted and the timer suddenly stopped at ten. Kris then all but collapse in the chair she sat.

"Sorry. I really had to rush it. Someone was able to upload a virus into the main computer system. I finally got the anti-virus up and it's reversing the effects."

There was a small beeping sound and Kris punched a small button on her desk. The large flat screen that hung on the wall flashed and suddenly, her adopted father, Dr Nathanial, appeared. "Good work Krista. You've stopped that virus."

Kris glared at the screen. "What do you mean by that virus?"

"When your anti-virus hits a certain point, another one will be released." A timer came up on the corner of the screen. "It should happen in five. . . four. . . three. . . two. . . one."

Kris computer screen went black, then in silver, the connected letters of SN came up. Kris smiled slightly. "Are you so sure?" She crossed her arms. "My computer system is protected by a universal anti-virus program. Meaning, as soon as the virus hits the last stage of its attack, it will immediately reverse, and," Kris looked at Dr Nathanial's computer screen. "And it will attack the sender."

Dr Nathanial looked to his computer screen and saw the connected letters of SA and sighed. "I should have known better. Good work, Grand Admiral." He saluted casually and the screen turned off.

"Sorry 'bout that," Kris said as she walked across the room. "Small game." She opened the door to another room and the pilots followed, then stood still, speechless. Hanging on the wall were five, nearly identical outfits. Navy blue slacks, black shoes, white dress shirt, silver ties, and black leather jackets.

Quatre walked over to one. It had nearly the same insignias as Kris's jacket The name Winner on the front, below it, Wing Pilot. He looked at the next one.

This time it said Chang as the name, still same rank. The first circle emblem on the left arm still had the SS of Silver Strikers, but the second one had SD. The strip emblem on the right had the same MD and PM, the second one had SP and MD in the top corners and NA in the bottom corner with the large SD emblem. Then he finally noticed the last emblem, the seven point star. SP, MD, GW, SR, NA, DS, and HA at the end of each corner, then SS in the middle again.

"What's this?" Quatre asked.

"The only way to show that you are officially part of the Silver Strikers fleet." She walked over slowly and held the sleeve of the black jacket for Heero. "Each jacket has five insignias. The Silver Strikers emblem and the ship that you are assigned to in case that you are in a battle and need help quickly. The other three is close to identical. The first two fleet Gundams, then Silver Phantom, Metallic Destiny, and the pilot's Gundam on the triangle. Next is all seven Gundams and the Silver Strikers emblem."

"But why 'Wing Pilot' for the rank?" Wufei asked.

"Not everyone we see knows that you all are Gundam Pilots. With the rank name of 'Wing Pilot' could mean two ways. Gundam Wing Pilot, or Pilot in a Wing of Silver Fighters mobile suits."

Duo walked over and looked at the jacket with the name Maxwell on it. "So we are part of your fleet of ships?"

Kris nodded vigorously, still having too much energy running through her system. "Yes, and I brought you here for a good reason too."

Wufei glared at her. "What?"

"Well. . . I have to meet with a group that can really help us out in protection and fire power. But they want to meet with the high representatives. Of course I'm going, but three of the highest Admiral's are unreachable, and the Admiral of one of our ships died recently defending the ship Silver Odyssey." She looked at the pilots. "Kento can not come and my only hope is the five of you."

Kris looked down, expecting to be reject. She suddenly looked up in surprise when Duo said, "So you want use to go as representatives of Silver Strikers?"

She nodded slowly. "Yea. . ."

Heero smiled slightly. "Mission accepted. You know we'll do this for you Kris. You've been there for us more times than we can count."

Kris smiled. "Thanks guys."

Duo flexed his gloved fingers and rested them on the controls of the space ship that left Silver Flight less than a half hour ago in the direction of the L1 colony cluster. Kris trusted him to control the ship's flight while she and Heero worked at the computer controls to plan the navigation.

Kris turned to him, looking at him from underneath her long silver bangs. The space suit she wore was like the other pilots, but instead of where red was, there was a bright blue. Her hair was done differently, twisted into a bun, then braided down until midback, then loose strands to her waist. Most of her hair was in her space suit, just like Duo's braid was.

"If we get in trouble, the first thing you do is get us way from it. Then you get your helmet on, got it?" Duo nodded then she looked at all of the pilots. "You all got it?" Everyone nodded and Kris looked back toward the front.

The ship sped toward one of the outer colonies of the cluster. Kris punched up the connection number of the colony and adjusted the microphone connected to her small communication-device. "This is Grand Admiral Esan of the Silver Strikers fleet," she said in a calm, clear voice. The usual soft tenor voice that overlaid Kris's own voice was not heard, not disguising the strong soprano. "We're coming in on the colony, please tell us where to go."

Duo looked out across the black sea and saw a small stab of light, but it was not what he was looking for. "K'so!" Duo twisted the controls suddenly and the ship turned on it's side as a beam of energy raced by their side. He grabbed his helmet and heard it click into place. He twisted the controls again to avoid the next destructive beam and suddenly the ship shuttered violently.

"We got five mobile suits come at us from behind," Heero stated calmly through the helmet mike. "Taurus suits, make that ten." He turned to weapons control beside him and fired off three shots.

The ship shuttered violently again. "I count five hull breaches," Wufei yelled. His helmet snapped into place. "We're down to ninety percent air. . . Quatre! Trowa! Get your helmets on right now!"

Kris turned to see the blond pilot struggle with his restraints. "I can't reach it!" Kris unbuckled her restraints and pulled herself toward him. She grabbed the black helmet and pulled it over Quatre's head. It snapped into place and Quatre looked at the white haired pilot. "Get your helmet on!"

Kris turned and grabbed the helmet next to her and handed it to Trowa, helping it snap into place. Her lips had the barest touch of blue to them, her usually dark skin almost white. Her breath left her mouth in a stream of hot air in the now cold environment.

"Eighty percent atmosphere. . . Seventy-five. . . Kris! Get your helmet on right now!" Wufei yelled at her.

Kris's eyes began to flutter shut when the ship shook violently again. Kris's reflects shot her hand out to the closes stable thing near her and grabbed hold. "Silver Phantom ETS acti-" The ship shook again and Duo heard a distinctive pop of a joint jerked out of place and Kris was thrown against a wall, knocking her unconscious.

"Shit!" Wufei cursed as he unbuckled his restraints and grabbed the black helmet floating next to him. He pulled it over the silver pilot and heard it snap into place. The ship shook again.

"We lost all weapons," Heero said calmly.

"We lost all maneuverability," Duo said, followed by a string of curses.

Quatre undid his restraints finally and floated to Wufei and Kris. The ship shifted a little as cable tows were attached to the sides and pulled along to the colony. Quatre watched through the front window to see the ship pulled into a hanger, and then the station Wufei was at beeped to show returning atmosphere.

Once that full atmosphere was restored, Quatre quickly clicked Kris's helmet off and detached the small microphone from her comm-dee. Then he quickly took off his helmet. By the time the last person had his helmet off, the entrance to the ship opened.

A young girl with blonde hair put into a high ponytail, then tied off into multiple braids walked in and leveled a gun at Kris and Quatre. Or, more precisely, at Kris. "One false move," she said lowly, "And your precious Grand Admiral is gone." She jerked the gun to one side in a motion to move. "Carry her boy."

Quatre stood up carefully and let himself be lead by the girl. As he pasted her, he noticed she was a good few inches shorter than him, most likely also shorter than Kris. Quatre glanced down at the small, unconscious girl in his arms. Whatever was happening, Kris wouldn't want them to try to do anything sudden or careless. Until Kris wakes up, he thought, we will not do anything that will destroy Silver Strikers in any way.