Gundam Pirates Part 3
"Shit"
"Aw fuck!"
"SHIT!! Stop! Stop now!" Fightra dodged Duo. She ran a short distance and then turned to find Duo about to hit her with his claws. "Oh FUCK!" Fightra raised her left arm and a shield blazing in flames appeared.
Duo struck the shield and continued to hit at it. Fightra's eyes widened as she noticed the shield starting to crack. //How the hell can a shield made by gods crack by a mere boy?// The shield cracked some more.
"STOOOOOOOPP!!!!" Fightra yelled. Using her speed she rolled away from him and jumped to her feet. Duo charged her once again hit the shield, knocking Fightra to the floor. Duo pounded the shield. "I give up, now STOP!"
Duo blinked and looked down at Fightra. He out of breath and he fell back to the floor and stared at her. Fightra leaned against the wall gasping for air and watching Duo closely.
"You, boy, are fucking strong. I have never had a fight like that before."
"I'm sorry." Duo shook his head.
"Why? Being strong is nothing to be sorry about. Your agility is amazing. I've never seen anyone move like you. It's like you have the grace of a panther and the strength of a lion. It's amazing."
"What's it mean?"
"It means you're better than the High Guard of the Feline people. Not to mention me."
Duo looked up at Fightra startled. "Wha.... what are you talking about?"
Fightra sighed. "Look, kid, you nearly took me out there. The only reason I held you off for so long is because I played dirty. I used Firestorm's shield. The reason I have that is because I'm the Second Protector."
"What's that all mean anyways? I hear you and Miima and the doctor mention something like that before."
Fightra smirked. "A long time ago before most worlds explored spaced a war began. The five remaining life forms of a dieing race began to fight. They were gods, all-powerful beings capable of destroying, creating and controlling all other life forms.
"Darkness began to overwhelm the light. The four beings of light decided they needed to take a different route to defeat their brother Darkstorm. They made a child and sent four others to protect, and guild the child."
"And you're one of them, huh?"
"Yes I am the Second Protector of the Child and the Holder of the Four Storms."
"And that means what?"
"The Four Storms are gods to my people. We worship what they teach. Their child can hold and contain their mass power and use it too. I'm to make sure she doesn't get killed or corrupted."
"She?"
Fightra chuckled. "Firemind is the Child. Much to her dislike."
"Why does she dislike it? I'd think it'd be cool to have that much power."
"Yeah but that's why Fire's perfect for the job. She knows what it all means and what's on her shoulders. She would rather not use such power as to use it."
"Sounds like she's smart." There was a moment of silence before Duo spoke again. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you have me fight with Hilde?"
"You have an anomaly. I didn't think it would be wise for you to fight her with that."
"Why?"
"You nearly killed me, Duo Maxwell. If you had fought Hilde, she'd be dead right now." Fightra stood up. "Look, Duo, you're strong and very powerful. Your strength and agility are enough to take down the High Guard. You also have claws that no one knew you had."
"Um... thank you."
Fightra looked down at him. "Don't mention it."
"You... you're not from around here are you?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You um... smell differently than the others."
"Those born to the Alliance are rarely what they seem."
Fightra walked out of the room before Duo could ask another question.
Quatre fell on his bed and moaned. He hurt from head to toe. Never did he think that training would hurt so much. Training his mind, he knew he would do. Training his body to fight, he never thought of. Even his hair hurt. Quatre rolled slowly onto his stomach, moaning yet again.
He closed his eyes and hoped he could die right there. Then he felt his bed shift and someone rubbing his back. His eyes snapped open and he tried to figure out who it was. When he came in Trowa was the only one in the room. He had been reading a book in the corner of the room. Quatre was about to turn his head when the person hit a tender spot and kneaded it.
"Ohhhh that feels so good." Quatre moaned. Finally the person was done and sat down on the floor next to Quatre. Quatre opened his eyes and smiled at Trowa. "Thank you." Trowa nodded. Quatre closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Loud beeping noise woke Miima up. Groaning she opened her eyes. She was having such a nice dream. It included her, a drop dread gorgeous man and a bed. //I hate my life.// Miima picked up the phone. No one was there. The beeping continued. Rolling her eyes she tapped the com unit in her shoulder.
"WHAT!"
"Oh good I didn't wake you."
Miima growled. "Blade, it two in the fucking morning, this had better be good."
"He's awake."
Miima sat straight up in bed. "You're kidding?"
"No and if looks could kill I'd be dead."
"A bit upset is he?"
"He's still in the tank."
"Eh? I thought you were going to take him out before you woke him up?"
"I didn't wake him."
"He woke on his own?"
"Yes and it was damn freaky too."
"I'll be there shortly."
"Right."
Miima jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes. And ran out the door.
<Do you think we should let him out?> Gaysie stood in front of the tank.
"Not if he's going to kill us when he gets out."
Blade held a clipboard. "As much as I hate to say this, I think its best to wait for Miima."
Miima walked in and right up to the tank. The boy inside glared at her for all he was worth. "I see what you mean by if looks could kill."
"Perhaps you should tell him we aren't the people who put him in there."
"Of course." Miima look into the boy's eyes. ~Hello. We mean you no harm.~ The boy's eyes widen. ~I'm a telepath, just relax. My name is Miima. The blue haired lady behind me is, Blade, she's a doctor. She has been trying to get you out of there for almost a week. The redhead is Gaysie; she's a nurse. We want to get you out of there but first I need to know if you plan on killing us or not.~ The boy looked at the women with cold calculating eyes. ~Are you going to kill us when we let you out?~ He shook his head no. ~Good.~ Miima smiled at him.
"So can I get him out of there now or what?" Blade asked.
Turning to face her Miima smiled. "Go ahead."
Blade shook her head and picked something up. She mumbled and walked over to the tank. She noticed that the boy was watching her every move. In a way it unnerved her. His eyes were too cold and she hated them on her. She and Gaysie worked together in silence. They knew what to do. The liquid began to pump out of the tank. Finally the boy sat on the floor of the tank glaring at the others.
Gaysie opened the tank and quickly put a blanket around him. Then he floated up and over to a bed. Gaysie began to take his pulse and look him over. When she was done she handed him a cup of hot tea. He drank it reluctantly.
"Do you have a name?" Blade asked. The boy glared at her. "Well I need something to call you. I sure as hell not going to call you by some stupid number." He continued to glare.
~We need a name.~ Miima stood behind Blade. ~Please.~
The boy opened his mouth but nothing came out.
<Side effects.>
"Duh." Blade rolled her eyes. "Okay don't try to over do it. We'll try later... ouf." Blade took the towel off her head and glared at Gaysie who was looking away from her and fiddling with something. If she could whistle she would. "Very funny, sis." Blade threw the towel back at her.
"Do you two mind. We've got a kid here who needs help." Blade looked back at the boy. "Go to sleep and maybe tomorrow we'll see about your voice and we'll feed you and all that good stuff."
"Don't you think he's been sleeping enough?" Miima crossed her arms.
Blade glared at her. "He's already asleep, stupid."
Miima looked at the boy and sure enough he was asleep.
"What are you reading?" Fightra sat down or rather she flopped down into the chair next to Miima.
"A report on tank boy." Miima took a sip of coffee.
"Blade know when he's gonna wake up?" Fightra took a bit of food.
"Two a.m. this morning."
Fightra looked at her. "You serious?"
"Yes. Let me tell you if looks could kill we'd all be dead."
"So what color are his eyes?"
"Excuse me? Where the hell did that question come from?"
"So I'm curious. So sue me."
"Curiosity killed the cat." Miima took a bite of food. "And his eyes are blue."
"Shade?"
"I don't know. I'm not an artist."
"So what's the report say?"
"Why do you care?"
"Duo cracked Firestorm's shield."
"What?" Miima stared at Fightra in amazement.
"He cracked the shield. I think that anomaly had something to do with it. He just started moving faster and each punch was stronger. I was lucky to get him to his senses."
"We can't leave some one like that here and unwatched."
"All he needs is someone who can tame him a little. An equal to counter the effects."
"And where the hell do you suggest we find one?"
"I don't know. I know Hilde isn't the answer. He'd kill her in the first two seconds of being near him."
Miima groaned. "Gods can this get any worse?"
"What's the report say?"
"The kid is strong and has some sort of healing ability. Other than that I'll have to wait for training session."
"Why not have Blade run a test?"
"Blade and Gaysie left at seven for a medical emergency on another planet. So now I get to discover what the kid can do."
"Feel for you." Fightra took another bite. "Not."
"Bitch."
"I'm a cat, not a dog." Fightra got up and walked away.
"BOYS!" Miima stood in front of the four boys. "Meet your new teammate." Miima looked at the boy. ~I need a name.~ He glared at her. "His name is Heero." Said boy's eyes widened a little. ~I told you I was a telepath. I went hunting.~ Miima walked off to one side. "Now let's see what you boys got, shall we?"
All four of the boys looked at the new boy. Heero in turn glared at them for he was worth. Miss Miima said he was to train with other boys his age. Something to do with peace for everyone and he was a key to it. Rather than going back into a tank he agreed to the arrangement. Though now he was regretting it.
"Hi, I'm Duo." Duo stood in front of Heero. He had been dieing to meet this boy and now was the time. Heero looked at him. "Um the blond is Quatre and the guy with the funky bangs is Trowa and Wufei is the one with the ponytail."
"Computer, load training program." Miima said.
[Program loaded]
"Good, run it." Miima once again lifted up into the air and winked and waved at the five boys.
Trowa once again moved out of the way of a blast and he grabbed Quatre too. They looked like they were dancing almost. Simply moving out of the way as if it had all been planed. Wufei began to throw fireballs at the tentacles and blasters. Duo jumped and dodged and clawed at whatever tried to capture him. And then there was Heero, who stood there until a tentacle wrapped around his ankles and lifted him up into the air.
Seeing this, Wufei threw a fireball at it, thus causing Heero to fall. Duo however wasn't going to let the cute guy get hurt and caught him before he hit the ground. Heero stared at Duo for a few moments and then reached out and touched Duo's face. Heero's ears then changed and moved from the side of his head to the top and he formed a tail. //What the hell, he's a shape shifter! No wait, he had to touch Duo first. He must be some sort of copycat. Interesting, I wonder what else he can do?// Miima watched calmly as everything happened.
TBC...
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