Heero looked up to where Kris and Quatre was floating. After an hour of questioning the conscious pilots, all six of them was thrown into a specialized cell complete with a zero-gee generator. With nothing to hold Kris down and stop her from jolting her dislocated arm, Quatre wrapped his arms around her waist and stopped her from hitting anything by protecting her with his own body.

Heero pushed off from his own little corner and floated toward Kris. She looked to him with bright, wide, clear silver eyes. "Ohayo Heero-san."

Duo floated up beside Heero and looked at Kris in confusion. "Do you always wake up like this?"

She shook her head. "No, just while in a zee-gee room after passing out from the lack of oxygen to the brain and great pain and. . . and. . . and my train of thought exploded everywhere."

Duo just blinked while Heero floated to Kris's left side. "You have a dislocated left shoulder. I'm going to pop it back into place. There will be a lot of pain."

Kris shrugged. "Whatever."

Heero looked to Duo with a look saying "distract her." Duo's mind for once went blank on topics to talk about. Finally, he said, "So why is your hair white?"

Heero rolled his eyes but Kris answered it anyway. "Actually, I was born with brown hair and blue eyes. By the time I was," crack, "ow one, both my hair and eyes turned white or so." Kris turned and looked at Heero. "You can pop my arm back into place whenever."

Heero's eyes went wide with surprise. Duo shrugged, struck speechless. Kris looked around the cell for a moment, tilting her head to one side. "The gravity is going to come back within fifteen minutes or so."

"Who can you tell that?" Wufei asked from below.

"Can't you hear it?" Wufei shook his head. "The generator is slowing down. I can hear it because of my comm-dee." She stopped for a moment and her eyes went wide. "My comm-dee!"

With her right hand, she reached up and pulled a few hair pins out. Using one, she reached up to her right ear. "Shimatta! They somehow blocked all transmission from it." She twisted her hand again and pulled the small hair pin away, placing it back into her hair that was already falling out of the bun.

Quatre, with quick, sure hands, unbraided the girl's hair and rebraided it back into a tight, neat weave of white strands. His feet touched the ground and he blinked in confusion. Only then did he remember what Kris said about the generator slowing down.

The only door to the cell flew open and six large guards marched in, each holding a pair of heavy-duty handcuffs. Each guard grabbed a Gundam pilot and placed the handcuffs on them. Quatre jerked at his handcuffs in rage when he saw Kris being pushed roughly to the ground.

"Try it and pay," one guard muttered to Quatre, pressing the muzzle of a gun into his back. Quatre reluctantly submitted and followed Kris out of the cell.

Kris looked around the large dark room, taking in every detail. All of the Gundam Pilots sat in a row of chairs, their hands tied behind them. Heero, Trowa, and Wufei were on Kris's right while Quatre and Duo were on her left.

The small silver pilot sighed, then in a loud voice, "If this is supposed to intimidate us, you're doing a very poor job of it!"

Bright lights flashed in her face, but Kris didn't blink. She just looked straight ahead for some sort of movement. She quickly turned her head to the left when her eye caught movement, wincing in pain from her extremely sore shoulder.

The young girl from earlier walked in, her hair in the same style, still carrying a gun. Kris looked up at her gray-blue eyes with clear silver eyes and gave a slight nod. "Commander Jenkins."

"Admiral Esan." She lifted the gun so that it touched Kris's forehead. "What would happen to your fleet if I destroy you right here and now?"

Kris shrugged the best she could with her hands behind her. "My ETS will activate immediately, showing Silver Flight my vital signs, which would show dead. My second in command, Commander Masaki, was instructed to not tell the rest of the fleet, as well as the whole ship is told not to tell. They are not allowed to mourn my death until after war. And even then, they will honor all of those that have died fighting for peace."

The girl sneered. "Tell me your real name Esan."

"Krista Esan."

"Krista Esan died when she was two. How can you be here if you died?"

"I am the angel of the girl that died that day. Her soul left, leaving a body for me to control." Kris looked at the girl closely. "Tell me, Holly. Why do you act this way?"

Holly lashed out, hitting Kris upside the head. A trickle of blood made it's way down the right side of Kris's passive face. "I ought to shoot you right here and now."

Kris's smile became darker, a slightly evil tone to it. "If you're going to shoot me, then shoot me now damnit!"

A loud gun shot rang through the air and Quatre cried out suddenly. He looked back to see Kris dead, but instead, she still had the same evil smile and clear silver eyes.

Holly looked like she was going to lash out at Kris again, her eyes filled with rage. Her gun was reaimed, now pointing at Kris's left arm. Kris's white dress shirt began to become red a few inches above her elbow, a hole blown through the white material.

Holly turned. "Throw them back into their cell. Give them the medical supplies for the bullet wound and let them get the Admiral's wound cleaned and dressed. Then turn on the generator when I give the command."

She then walked out of the room quickly and into another. As the door slid shut, Holly leaned against the cool metal. "Damn her!" she muttered. "Why does she have to be so cheery like that! It's annoying! It's like she's a little sister or something!"

Holly slammed a fist into the door and walked away silently, trying to sort her thoughts about the six humans. She walked into her office and sat down behind the desk, propping her feet on top of it. Holly glanced over to the wall where all six of the representatives' leather jackets hung.

She already knew all about Krista, but the other five. . .

"Computer, scan the net for the following names." The computer acknowledged her voice with a small beep. "Yuy, Maxwell, Barton, Winner, and Chang." The computer beeped again as it began it's search.

Holly rubbed her temples and sighed. "This is going to get long."

The six Gundam Pilots were thrown back into the cell and the door slammed shut behind them after a few medical supplies were shoved through. Kris staggered for a few steps then just fell onto her back on the floor. "Well, that was fun!"

"Weren't you scared!?" Duo nearly yelled at her.

Kris sat up and blinked her large silver eyes at him. "Scared? No."

Quatre picked the supplies and kneeled down by Kris. The whole sleeve was almost red from the blood. "How am I supposed to go about this," he muttered to himself.

"That's easily fixed." Kris began to unbutton her shirt and all of the pilots looked away, bright red. Kris shrugged off her shirt and looked at them in confusion. "For a bunch of strong soldiers, you five sure are weak."

"I'm not weak onna!" Wufei turned back and raised an eyebrow. "I should have known. . ."

Kris's white shirt was piled in her lap, now only wearing her slacks, black boots, and a white sports bra. The gold chain that held her two, small rings glittered in the low light and she shifted slightly in the cold air. Blood ran down her arms again, dripping to the floor. Quatre grabbed a cloth and began to clean off her wound.

"What made you say something like that?" Heero asked.

Kris shrugged. "As Kento says, 'I can be a real bitch when I have a headache'. Holly's lash made it worse, and I just provoked her to shoot me."

"She could of shot you in the head," Trowa said quietly.

Kris waved her hands around a little. "She's not that cold-hearted."

Quatre growled. "Will you please sit still! It's extremely hard to do this when you move your arms around."

The small girl seemed to have shrinked a little. "Yes sir," she mumble. Quatre's outburst seemed to have sobered up the young girl, taking away the carefree attitude in an instant. Her head bowed a little so that bangs hid her eyes from view.

"I need something to finish bandaging up the wound," Quatre muttered under his breath, looking around for some more gauze of some kind.

Kris handed Quatre the white shirt in her lap with her head still bowed. "You can use this. It's ruined anyway."

"Hey." Quatre tilted her chin up so that he can look into her eyes. "I didn't mean to be forceful on what I said. You scared me for a moment and I thought you were going into shock." His thumb ran down her jawline lightly. "Just don't scared me like that anymore."

Kris nodded. "Yes sir," she mumbled again in a low voice. She bowed her head again and let Quatre finish his work. He took another cloth and wiped away the blood that ran down her face and cleaned off the cut. Quatre placed all the supplies back into the bowl they came in and placed the bowl by the cell door.

The door opened and two guards came in. One grabbed the bowl while the other had a gun trained on the six Gundam Pilots. They both came and left quickly, leaving the young humans to their own thoughts.

Kris lifted her head slightly and tilted it to one side. Then, very quickly, all six of the floated off the ground as the zee-gee generator kicked on. A frown crossed Kris's face and she pulled a hair pin out of her braid again.

"What are you doing?" Duo asked from his spot high above.

"I recognize the hum of the generator. It's the same manufacture as the zee-gee generator of Silver Flight. To be more specific, one that was designed for Silver Flight for a certain room." Kris put her hand back to her right ear where her comm-dee was. "I have a universal code that should deactivate the generator, and with it, unlock the door."

Duo closed his eyes and tilted his head forward until his chin rested on his chest. "Whatever. . ." Then Duo drifted off to sleep.

One by one, all the pilots drifted off to sleep, except for Kris. "If I can stay up for seventy-two hours straight, I can stay up for five hours," she muttered as she went through her near perfect memory in search for the codes.

Holly's hand shot out, successfully knocking her alarm clock to the floor. But yet something was still ringing. She opened her blue-green eyes slowly and looked to where the clock landed, somehow still functioning. Three-fifty-one a.m. standard time.

The female Commander slowly sat up and looked to where her vid-comm was. The message indicator was blinking. Rubbing her eyes, Holly pulled on a robe and walked over. First, she pulled up the data on the five other representatives, then turned on her vid-comm.

"Commander," said a lieutenant slightly older than her.

"What is it?" Holly growled. She looked at her computer and all thought froze. Then she looked back to her vid-comm. "What was that again?"

"The six representatives escaped ma'am."

"Shit! Get all teams on the search now and shoot to kill!"

"Ma'am, we already have two teams out searching for them. I'm sure that those kids can't escape twenty soldiers, not matter how experienced they are."

"They're Gundam Pilots! Those kids are trained killers, assassins, terrorists, and every other thing one can manage to name off dealing with killing! Get every single soldier on them and kill them on site!"

The lieutenant saluted. "Yes ma'am!"

The vid-comm shut off and Holly dressed quickly, grabbing her firearm, and ran out of her room. She looked left, then right. Her mind quickly brought up a map of the floor. Holly went by instinct and turned left, away from the section where the cell was, but toward the office she worked in. There was a few more weapons in there she can use, and she might be able to catch one of the pilots off guard.

Holly smiled at that thought. With long, graceful strides, she ran across the hallway and punched in her access number. The door slid open silently and as soon as she stepped through the doorway, her gun was aimed right at the chest of the white-haired girl.

"You again!" she growled. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't shoot you right here and now."

Kris stood in the middle of the room, her hair undone and flowing to the floor. All she wore was a white sports bra, her slacks, and her shoes. It looked to Holly that they used her ruined shirt to bandage her arm, which hung limply at her side.

"I only came to help you Holly. To help your force." She looked at her with a penetrating gaze. "Why do you have all of this anger inside of you?"

"You and your Gundam Pilots should be executed. While in battle, a part of the colony that my mother was staying at for the time blew up, killing her. Then when Wing Zero went on it's killing spree," Kris winced visibly, "it killed my father when it blew up another colony."

Kris bowed her head. "I know how you feel."

The butt of Holly's gun struck Kris across the face, creating another bloody gash. "How would you know? You have your father-"

"My father and mother died when I was two." Kris raised her head. Blood streaked down the right side of her face. "If you're talking about Dr. Nathanial, then you're wrong. Nathanial found me sick, near death, and scared when I was nearing the age of three. I had burns all over me, scars where people tried to kill me."

"What made you join Silver Strikers? Did you want revenge against your parents' wrongful death?"

Kris shook her head. "No. Silver Strikers doesn't believe in revenge. We merely do the things we believe is right, trying our best to bring peace to space and earth. I may not live to see my sixteenth birthday, I may not live to see another sunrise." Kris spread her arms out in front of her in a gesture of vulnerability. "But if you feel like my death will bring your parents' death to justice, then shoot me."

Holly brought her gun up again and pointed at Kris. If she fired, it would kill the girl at point blank range. Then the words Kris said struck her. Her hand faltered for a moment. "You would give up your life for people you don't know?"

Kris nodded. "That's how I was raised and taught."

Suddenly, Holly heard the sound of two doors sliding open. Holly saw the five Gundam Pilots coming in from the main hall, and the reflection of a small group of five soldiers walk in from a side hall. Yuy aimed a small firearm at Holly while one of the other soldiers pulled out his own weapon.

Holly felt herself fall to the floor, and looked up to see the young girl stand over her. Twin shots rang out, and Holly's eyes went wide in surprise. Kris jerked back for a moment, then collapsed to the floor.

The Winner boy ran forward to the girl's side. Kris's eyes were barely open, but still clear. "Two bullet wounds, one in her left shoulder," he looked up at the soldiers, "and one in the left side if her chest."

Holly shook her head in disbelief as Kris's breathing became labored. "No. . . Not now. . ."

She stood up quickly and Yuy's gun instinctively aimed for Holly but didn't fire. But the soldier that shot Kris saw Yuy, aimed, and fired. Holly reacted before her mind caught up with her.

The next thing she knew, she was on the floor with Yuy standing over her, yelling, then everything disappeared.

Pain. Searing, white hot pain.

Holly opened her eyes, looking up to a pure white ceiling. She groaned as a headache hit her when she tried to move her head to one side. But she did move it far enough to see Kris laying on a clean, white bed, bandages everywhere, tubes taking blood and IV to her body.

"So you're awake," said a soft, low voice.

Holly glanced to one side to see Yuy walk into the room with Winner by his side. Winner took his seat at Kris's bed side while Yuy stood at the side of her bed. "What happened to me, Yuy?"

The blue-eyed Japanese pilot looked at Holly with a piercing gaze. "You can call us by our first names."

Holly closed her eyes. "I'm not all that sure about your first names, let alone knowing that your last ones are real."

"Just call me Heero, and that's Quatre." Heero took a seat. "You've been brought to the best medical faculty that we know of. You're in the sickbay of Silver Flight."

"But how did. . ."

"You were shot in the chest and immediately lost consciousness," Quatre said in a soft voice. "Kris was barely awake. Her ETS, her emergency tracking system, activated and brought Silver Flight straight to where we were. She managed to convince Commander Masaki to bring you on board to treat you."

Quatre brushed a strand of white hair away from Kris's face. "What made you jump out in front of that bullet, Commander Jenkins? What happened that made you change your mind about Kris, or Silver Flight?"

"It was something that Kris said. She was willing to give her life up for people she'll never know. It takes a soldier to shoot to protect, but it takes a human to give their life into someone else's hands to protect those they love."

Quatre smiled softly and nodded. "Kris is always the one with her head in the stars and her feet on the ground. She is always looking for alternatives to save lives, even if it means losing hers."

Holly nodded slightly and closed her eyes at the tears that threatened to fall. "Is. . . is Admiral Esan going to live?"

"I think so," came a reply, barely a whisper.

Holly opened her eyes again and looked over to where Kris was, seeing the young girl with her head turned to her, silver eyes barely open. Kris smiled weakly. "Welcome to Silver Spirits Holly. Only one more trial to go through before you are fully accepted into your position, that is, if you wish to join."

"I would love to join your forces, Admiral." Holly closed her eyes and slow fell asleep Her last thoughts were, What did she mean by one more trial?