Part Four
by Quicksylver
Standard Disclaimers apply. Warnings: Yuri- hints.
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| ... A Woman's Work... Part Four by Quicksylver Standard Disclaimers apply. Warnings: Yuri- hints. Hope you like! |
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| The blonde Lieutenant glanced out of the second story window to where the huge shuttle was taxiing down the crude runway. She appreciated the need for secrecy but still found the abandoned base primitive and impractical. Just follow your orders Marquese, she sighed to herself as the patrolling mobile suits hulked like clumsy giants on the horizon. A throat cleared behind her and she turned. Luc Noin was standing in the open door way to her temporary office. She motioned him in. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "The scientists are ready now Lt. Zel" he said with his little smile. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She nodded and casually buttoned the top button of her dress uniform. They made their way down the bare corridors to the main lab where Dr. Aras Arawak was studying their most recent acquisition and the reason for her being here. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The small orb had been discovered nine months before in a coastal expedition off the coast of Madagascar. They had not been able to determine the origin of the artifact and had labeled it unknown. At least that what the video recordings had said. A week later the ship was found deserted where it had last anchored. The crew gone and all the priceless artifacts still half packed in their crates. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It was not until the cargo was brought to shore and catalogued that the significant origin of the orb was discovered. Since then it had changed hands many times until finally finding its way into Oz possession. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She smirked as they approached the lab. Who knew exactly how Oz had managed to get the orb, it was question better left unanswered. The automatic doors of the lab swished open before them to reveal a mechanical monstrosity that reminded her of a huge spider. Cables, wires and tubes ran from various reading, recording and analyzing machines to the small round object that stood on a small stand. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The whole room glowed an eerie green hue that gave it an almost horror movie presence. Zel shook off the discomfort and walked straight in with Noin in her wake. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Doctor Arawak" she greeted the thin, gaunt man. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He nodded indifferently and turned back to his terminal. She looked at Noin who shrugged. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Everything is progressing well doctor?" she asked. The scientist stopped typing and looked up. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Marquese?" he inquired. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| When she nodded he waved them towards the central computer where a bulky brunette sat monitoring readings coming from the orb. The woman, introduced previously as Frau Wielder, was the world expert on Quantum theory and its possibilities in the modern age. Zel watched as the mismatched geniuses discussed the orb in low voices. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Becoming impatient, she took chance to glance around the lab. Seeing nothing particularly interesting she turned back to the doctors, then to Lt. Noin, who seemed a bit overwhelmed by the whole Frankenstein's lab feel of the place. She barely stifled a smirk as she imagined the lanky doctor laughing maniacally, shouting: 'it's alive... alive!' while electricity cackled through the equipment. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| This was taking to long. She cleared her throat, just loud enough to get their attention. They both looked up. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "If you will doctor..." she coaxed, "I would like to have a report ready for Oz command as soon as possible." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Trying to tell me to get on with it eh?" he cackled, "trust me... we don't let the cobwebs gather on things here Lt." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She bowed her head in assent slightly as he directed them toward the ominous orb. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Half an hour later Zel sat back in her desk chair with a breath of relief. As she loosened the first two buttons of her uniform she leafed through the progress report submitted by the dynamic duo. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Over the past six months, before she took over as head of the project, they had been doing a series if preliminary tests which she had politely declined to hear about. Apparently the orb possessed great potential, that according to ancient documented accounts. Unfortunately, the orb's full power was untested and as yet uncontrollable. They still had to do some more tests before they could report on any real advantages for Oz. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She had been glad to finally be out of earshot of Arawak and his scowling assistant, at least for now. She never liked the scientist types, those who stared at the world from behind a test tube. But without them we would never have known progress like we did, she reminded herself. She swiveled the chair to face the bay window of her office. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The sun was setting over the airfield, the Leos that stood sentry just shadowy bulks against the brilliant sky. She laced her fingers together and stared out at the sunset. Just follow orders, she told herself once again, making waves in Oz could be very dangerous if one didn't know how to swim. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Cool breeze wafted through the open window, making the wispy white curtains billow. Outside the moon shone bright, snug in it's glorious halo of cloud. Dana sighed and blinked sleepily at the heavenly body. Sharing the same bed when Helen was in the mood always proved exhausting. And Helen was in rare form tonight; her body was still tingling. Probably because of that session with Shinigami, Dana pondered, staring at the sleeping face of her koi. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| She knew that the Japanese girl hated the fact that she was a willing minion of the God of death but there were reasons that Helen couldn't... wouldn't understand. One day I'll share that part of my life with you baby, she swore silently, until then... you can have the rest of me. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The blue eyed pilot knew that she held Dana's heart but still felt jealous at her loyalties. Dana sighed again and kissed the side of Helen's neck tenderly. The girl stirred at the contact, tightening her grip around Dana's waist. The braided girl smiled and snuggled into the embrace. For once in her war torn life... she was happy with the world. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ***************************** | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rasid blinked in the blinding sunlight, raising his massive hand to shade his eyes. It was a hot day and the pilots were busy making plans for their mission. He had grown fond of the boys during the time since they first met. Seeing the male version of his mistress was intriguing every time they spoke. He learned from Quatre that the other Rasid was just as wise and caring as he was. It was a great compliment to the large Arabian. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He squinted as an object appeared on the horizon. He reached for the binoculars that one of the men had left in the hanger and tried to determine what it was. If it were the enemy he would sound the alarm. He turned up the strength of the binoculars. It was a car... a limousine to be exact. A pink limousine. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He groaned, this was bad... very bad. How the boy found them every time was disturbing. He quickly sent word up to the house, hoping that there would be enough time for a certain pilot to make herself scarce. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Quatorce nodded as a servant whispered into her ear hurriedly. She stood abruptly and went to the window, peeping out at the large vehicle now parking in her driveway. Wufei looked up, puzzled at the girl's actions. He had been playing chess with Meiran and losing, much to his displeasure. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Quatre and Trowa were in the kitchen while the two wing pilots were in the computer suite, doing some serious recon over the net. The two Maxwells were playing cards with Quatorce and the girl Trowa when the servant had arrived. They too now looked at the blonde. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The sound of a car door slamming brought Wufei too his feet. He looked out of the window to see a young man staring up at the house with a smile on his face. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Zechs?" Wufei said in disbelief. Dana muffled a laugh. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I better go tell Hel-chan that loverboy's here." She snickered, quickly leaving the room. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Wufei looked to the blonde girl. She sighed and turned away from the window. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "In our world Milliardo Peacecraft is the prince of the Sanq kingdom, not the pilot of the Tallgeese." She explained. "He also seems to have a healthy obsession for Helen-chan." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Duo chuckled. "You mean... he's... " | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Quatorce nodded. "I'm afraid so Duo -kun." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Meiran could only shake her head as the braided boy fell back into a nearby chair, his body shaking with mirth. He started to laugh even harder when a very annoyed looking Helen came into the room with Heero and a very amused Dana in her wake. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Just then both Quatre and Trowa returned from the kitchen, surprise etched on their faces. Duo rubbed his side; it hurt to laugh that hard. A servant came in behind the couple and announced the arrival of young Master Peacecraft. Both Duo and Dana snickered as the Peacecraft heir entered the room like a king only to burst out in full guffaws as shock registered on the boy's face as he took in the sight before him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Milliardo blinked in disbelief. His beloved Helen was standing next to a male replica of herself. As he looked around the room he realized that all the pilots had boy duplicates... even that pesky braided one. And he was laughing! It was some kind of nightmare, an Oz trick perhaps. Suddenly the room swam and he vaguely registered Quatorce's gasp somewhere in his brain before he let the carpet embrace him. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| What can i say? it's kinda like an interlude of sorts. I'll try to have something better soon peoples. Part Three Part Five Central Archives Main Comments? |
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