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This story is a follow up to �Last Thoughts�, only this is from Lady Une�s point of view. You don�t have to read the first story to understand this one, but it might be kinda interesting. *Sigh* I�m not as happy with this story as I was with the first. Ah well. Gundam Wing is Sotsu Agency, Bandai and Sunrise. I don't own it. First Thoughts By Inaho aka Sailor Deimos I love you, Treize. Just now I realize that I am bending over the keys containing the self-destruct code for MO-II. It must be making the soldiers around me uneasy, seeing their new commander break down over such a dangerous set of keys. So I count to ten, take a deep breath and stand back up. Now is not the time to mourn. Now it is time for important decisions to be made. I look at the screen in front of me. There is nothing left of the Tallgeese, not a scrap of metal or even a spark of the once magnificent blue mobile suit. Gundam 05 is hanging in space limply. As you should, I think. I�m surprised at myself, though. The thought is bitter; yes, but...my emotions about His Excellency�s death aren�t in the least bit disheveled. Should I be screaming threats at 05? No, I shouldn�t, I realize, because that�s not what His Excellency would have wanted. What he would have wanted....? �Colonel Une, your orders?� Someone inquires quietly behind me. He would have wanted... It dawns on me, and I turn to face my soldiers. I can tell just by taking a quick glance around the room that His Excellency�s death has taken a toll everyone. Shock, I can see lots of that; shock that their beloved leader is dead. It is soon replaced by grief and small amounts of anger. I face them and they face me. I am their leader now. It�s painful to see such pitiful looks on their faces. They�re strong, but at the same time they are so much like lost sheep in a storm, looking for their shepherd. That�s me, I suppose. I know what I must do is going to hurt most of them, but it needs to be done. �Hail Libra.� I order. I do my utmost to remain calm. Still, the order sounds beaten. I�m annoyed at myself for sounding beaten. "Inform White Fang of the Earth�s surrender.� �But Colonel-!� Someone has the audacity to protest. �Don�t make me repeat such disgraceful words again!� I snap. How dare he question me? How dare he even think of going against His Excellency�s final wishes? �Inform them of our surrender now!� I think I hear someone sigh, but I ignore it. Instead, I turn away and look at the communicator screen. I watch the battle raging in front of me begin to slow, and my thoughts turn back to His Excellency. I know why I�m not sad. His Excellency would have wanted to die this way, fighting a bloody battle made glorious by the will of soldiers to fight. His soldiers. He must have died happy. And if His Excellency is happy, then so am I. �You were magnificent, Treize.� I say, wondering, for a fleeting childish minute, if maybe his soul heard me say good-bye. |
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