Operation: Capella
By: Sailor Saturn
Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing,(maybe if I wished hard enough…) So if ya wanna sue, forget it! You ain’t getting’ a dime! Ahem, now, onto the story.
What ya need to know: Okay, this fic takes place nine years after Endless Waltz. Um…yeah, I’m introducing a new character, Gabriela Martinez. She’s mine, so if you want to use her, email me for permission. Some characters may be somewhat out of character. The mobile suits are being named after constellations and stars, so that would explain some of the weird, freaky names they’ve got.
Warnings: This is a HeeroxRelena fic, and it won’t be too mushy. If it’s one thing I can’t really stand it’s a mushy, melodramatic story, even if it’s based on my fave characters. May contain some limes or lemons later on, but don’t hold me to it. If you don’t like this for whatever reason, GET OUT NOW! I won’t tolerate flames from people who didn’t read the warning. Hell, I won’t tolerate any flames.
Other stuff: Well, that’s it for now. You can email me with your comments at my new addy Sailor_Saturn2000@hotmail.com. Don’t take it personally if I don’t email you back, it’s not ‘cause I don’t appreciate it, I do, really(‘cept the flames). It’s because I’ve got a horrible case of real life syndrome, so I’m probably really busy. Anyways, on to the fic.
On a clear night in the year AC:205, General Lang sat in his office on the space station somewhere near L6 colony, Constantina, sipping his coffee. He had a very exhausting day, of training recruits, who didn’t know their ass from their head, signing documents and flying half way across the sky in his Apus mobile suit for no apparent reason, some false alarm. Yes, it did feel good to finally be able to relax. He was about to take another sip of his coffee, when an alarm rang out. He groaned and walked out. Several other men did the same. Some looked truly pissed, like they were just interrupted from a good dream(who wouldn’t be?). They proceeded to the command room, which was in disarray. People were running frantic, shouting out orders and talking heatedly on the telephones. The general walked over to a woman with blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun.
“Colonel Hodges, what is going on?” he asked. She turned to face him, her violet eyes brimmed with concern.
“Sir, we just saw a fleet of unidentified objects speed past us,” she said in a stately tone.
“We get that all the time, Ms Hodges,” he said, aggravated that he was disturbed by this seemingly insignificant matter. But the colonel still looked worried.
“Sir, they were Taurus mobile suits,” she told him. He took in a deep breath.
“Well, you saw wrong. Taurus mobile suits were last seen ten years ago.” She shook her head.
“No, sir, they were definitely….” She was cut off when a resounding Boom was heard. Everyone rushed to the screens and saw the former L6 colony drifting away….in pieces. There were collective gasps and cries and wails, as they watched. General Lang felt his heart sink. My wife…Emily…Colonel Hodges looked over at him.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she said remorsefully. The general quickly recovered.
“Fire the mobile suits,” he said simply, but darkly.
“But, sir…” Colonel Hodges tried to argue, but it was no use.
“Blow those sons of bitches into next year!” he barked. He sat at control seat and gave the codes for firing.
“Sir,” another lieutenant said from his seat at the panel. “The beam cannon takes at least ten minutes to charge.”
“Where is it?”
“At 40%, sir.”
“That’s enough to destroy a couple dolls. Fire!”
“But sir…”
“Fire, damnit! That’s an order!”
“Yes sir,” the solider pressed the red button for the cannon, after he lined it up with the dolls. The liquid blast disintegrated them in seconds. The general gave a small smile.
“Burn…in…hell.”
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Meanwhile, back on earth, a young Hispanic woman of about twenty one walked down the dark streets of Madrid. She pulled the black baseball cap down over her face and continued on. It was a cold night, and she was glad she walked with her black leather jacket to keep her warm. The young woman loved to take nightly strolls, for it helped to clear her mind. Her life was so hectic. Her job as Spain’s sweetheart matador was hard enough, but there was another side of her life that no-one knew about. She crossed the street and walked alongside an electronics shop. She stopped suddenly when a certain part of the news broadcast caught her ear.
“This just in. About an hour ago, the ship, Constantina, reported that fleets of Taurus mobile suits were responsible for the total destruction of the colony L6. Reports stated that….,” but the young woman heard nothing after that. L6,destroyed? How…? She wondered. She ran down the streets, tears blinding her vision. Why L6? What did they do that was so wrong? Why? The woman stopped in front of the steps of a big white house, and went in. she threw down her jacket and started to pound up the stairs, when a voice stopped her.
“Gabriela, dear,” a woman’s voice stated. The younger woman climbed back down and went into the living room. There, she found a regal lady sitting in her favorite arm chair, listening to the news. “I take it you heard.” Gabriela walked over to her and sat down by her feet.
“Why, professor, why?” she asked, her voice breaking. The lady placed her hand on Gabriela’s head and rested it on her knee.
“Remember what I told you about the new organization, the one that spells certain doom for peace between earth and the colonies?” the lady said, stroking her hair. She nodded. “They’re responsible. I’ll tell you why later, but that’s all you need to know now. You know what you have to do?” she asked gently, yet seriously. Gabriela looked up.
“Yes, I do.”
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The man smiled at the newscast. His first mission was accomplished, and quite well at that too. He couldn’t wait to see the report he asked for tomorrow morning, even though he knew what it would contain. Oh, life was good to him, unlike those poor souls in L6. They were pests anyways. He told himself, as he got up to pour a glass of red wine. As he drank, his mind drifted a bit, and he suddenly felt sad. If only you were here to share this with me, Masaki…
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In Cambridge, England, Relena Peacecraft walked into her house, quiet tired(Like I am now). She had a day of long, endless meetings, and to make things worse, she was caught in a two hour traffic jam. She put down her briefcase and went in her bedroom. Half an hour later, she emerged, dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of cotton boxers with her shoulder length hair pulled back in a ponytail. Relena walked over to her computer and went on the Internet to check her messages. One message. She went in and this is what she read:
General Okwara,
At 2100 hours, we destroyed the colony L6 with the help of a fleet of Taurus mobile suits. Earlier today, we tried negotiations again, but the governor would not back down. We got all of our delegates out in time, though. A ship from earth, the Constantina, witnessed this and destroyed our fleet. The next meeting shall be scheduled soon. We first have to get Ms Peacecraft to trust us.
Sincerely,
Lt. Gales
Relena was shocked. She read the message over and over again to make sure it wasn’t a prank. She checked the email address, and it sure enough came from an unknown source. This organization, whoever they are, just killed millions of innocent people, just because some officials won’t agree to their plan? And they’re planning to drag me into this too. What to do? Relena thought anxiously. She paced the floor, while nibbling on her thumb nail. There was no-one at present she knew she could trust. No-one to trust…wait a minute… She just got an idea. Relena saved the information on a floppy diskette, and then picked up the phone.
“Yes, I’d like you to locate someone for me…”
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