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Under Your Mask (Gaelio/Julieta, Chapter 7)
"I hope they get back soon."
Julieta snapped out of her 'daydreaming', truly just wondering how her Master was doing and wondering what she should be doing in a residential home such as this, to see that Almiria appeared anxious. Not only that, the young girl seemed to possess a sad affect, likely born of the emotional turmoil now going through her thanks to learning of McGillis' true nature.
Since she was not trained in handling emotionally distraught children, Julieta decided to just respond to the question at hand rather than possibly make things worse, "They have a lot of important things to talk about."
Dusk was starting to fall, but inside the mansion everything was still lit thanks to the many lights and chandeliers hanging within its walls. The darkness still left a certain aura thanks to the windows letting its atmosphere creep inside, one which left the distraught Almiria with perhaps a less personable attitude than if it had been shining brightly outside. The light of her li
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Under Your Mask (Vidar/Julieta, Chapter 6)
Gardens and other outdoor facilities stood above the wings that formed the lower segments of the artificial island that in its sprawling landscape on the open seas so well demonstrated the wealth and power of the Bauduin family. Down the middle of the island ran the long enclosed structure that formed the 'house' of the family, though its size and decor was such that if its shape was more traditional it could be considered a mansion.
"Hello and welcome to our home. I am Almiria Bauduin, how may I help you?"
At one end of the island standing in the well-kept garden meant to entice visitors was Julieta, who instead of being captivated by the plants displayed in all their beauty was confused by why people liked these things. They didn't even taste good, as the gardeners would learn by some of them being chewed up and spat out by some unknown predator.
Having been standing and waiting for an hour now, Julieta was a bit snippy as she cast her gaze over to the young girl standing at the fron
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Android 17: Of Water and Circuits (Chapter One)
"Mira, how about we try something different?"
"And how do you suppose we do that?"
"Turles, Slug, and Cooler helped us spice things up, but why stop at just a couple interlopers?"
"They have to be of a certain power. Too strong and we cannot harvest the energy from their battles, and if they are too weak..."
"Why bother. Precisely what I am thinking...so for this time period there are those reject Androids, the screaming madman...peers, yes, but do we need more Androids or another Saiyan?"
"Who else is there?"

"While we have our fun with the timeline, why not delve elsewhere? I am sure there are some others we can use...we wouldn't want to let perfectly good warriors and monsters go to waste, now would we? Especially not when we can spawn them all on our own right at the time period we wish...those Dragon Balls have had their uses for our foes, and now they shall serve us, with a little finessing..."
Located nearby the hou
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All Hail Zeon (Ch 22: Missed it By That Much)
To say that standing in front of a door for a room with no-one inside of it and would continue to have no-one inside of it for the foreseeable future was a boring task would be to understate the issue. While standing silently in front of a door was a boring task on its own, guarding a room where you knew no-one was made things seem far worse.
It was in this manner that Emmerich and Amir were both horribly bored out of their mind as they waited for Garma to show up finally, having been guarding his office to make it appear like he was not in fact missing and to prevent a panic. They had been assured he was fine after he had been considerably late, and so now they just needed to pretend like everything was normal.
Each of them were nursing minor wounds from the assassination attempt the night before, but after the temporary guards assigned to Garma managed to lose track of him the base was not about to let their professional guards skip duty over scrapes and bruises they could still func
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Under Your Mask (Vidar/Julieta, Chapter 5)
"Vidar."
Julieta frowned as she waited for a response to her knocking on his door. She had come by and knocked on it already, but he had not come to answer it so she had tried peppering in his name to the effort.
After returning from Mars, she had not actually had the chance to really discuss what had happened. They were debriefed, Rustal spoke to them both in private, and Vidar had been spending all of his time after in his room save brief moments to leave for food and other necessities.
Rustal was pleased with the outcome of things, even if it wasn't the one which benefited him specifically the most, so Vidar wasn't sulking about being reprimanded since he hadn't been...no, there was something else eating him, and Julieta was curious just what it was. After all, she had thought at first that he would be happier than ever...he had his revenge that he had sought for so long.
But here he was, silent within his room and hiding away from the world. Only a handful of peo
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All Hail Zeon (Ch 21: King to D1) part 2
"Garma?"
Given the darkness out, I would say it's probably the middle of the night now instead of the late afternoon like when I left the base. I came back though, and now have come to a special housing section we put together for what civilians we had on base. This one in particular is kind of like a house, not too-too large, more like a glorified apartment actually, but still better than common rooms on the base.
I took some time to walk after what happened, and I have not really come to any answers for the questions haunting my mind. I don't know what to think, or what I should do, but when I stopped walking I found myself here, in front of this house. This house that I, in my restless state, had decided to knock on.
"Sorry if it's a bit late. I was having trouble sleeping, and I decided to go for a walk. Now I'm here."
My walk initially had taken me back to my room for a short while until I realized that I could not sleep at all. It is a certain feeling I get when I am going to suf
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Mourning (Iron-Blooded Orphans, Vidar/Julieta, p4) by Thundercracker417 Mourning (Iron-Blooded Orphans, Vidar/Julieta, p4) :iconthundercracker417:Thundercracker417 6 3 Mourning (Iron-Blooded Orphans, Vidar/Julieta, p3) by Thundercracker417 Mourning (Iron-Blooded Orphans, Vidar/Julieta, p3) :iconthundercracker417:Thundercracker417 5 6 Mourning (Iron-Blooded Orphans, Vidar/Julieta, p2) by Thundercracker417 Mourning (Iron-Blooded Orphans, Vidar/Julieta, p2) :iconthundercracker417:Thundercracker417 7 7 Mourning (Iron-Blooded Orphans, Vidar/Julieta, p1) by Thundercracker417 Mourning (Iron-Blooded Orphans, Vidar/Julieta, p1) :iconthundercracker417:Thundercracker417 7 11
Literature
Under Your Mask (Vidar/Julieta, Chapter Four)
"A Gundam frame?"
Blue and black, the Gundam standing above McGillis Fareed and his ally Isurugi Camice was unlike any either had seen before, even though McGillis had indeed encountered it in the past. Such was the retooling done on the Gundam Kimaris that to see it now did not even evoke the thought that it was the same Gundam but rather a new one entirely.
"It doesn't correspond to anything on Gjallarhorn's matching list."
McGillis became quite wary of this suit that was staring down at them from their relatively small distance away, not yet knowing of its intent or why it would happen to be standing there on Mars despite possessing what was close to a Gjallarhorn signature.
"But its unique frequency signature is very close to Gjallarhorn's reactors."
It was not one of his own forces, which meant that it had to come from another group within Gjallarhorn...of which, McGillis could only think of one which would be intervening here.
"One of Rustal's soldiers?"
Moving to a defensive pos
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All Hail Zeon (Ch 21: King to D1) part 1
A/N: Thank you to EchoWing for your comment last chapter. The support is very much appreciated.
Garma having Icelina would have been quite important for someone so obsessed with the love of others, since Garma in MSG shows signs of insecurity and weakness beneath his Princely facade. A stepford smiler in a way, who has to act a certain way but has deep issues effecting them. Icelina would bring Garma up from that point, but here Garma is without a new girlfriend following his New York expedition like he would have in-canon, so expect it to have an effect on him.
I hope you enjoy, and I hope to hear your thoughts in the comments below on the longest chapter we've had yet! (So long I can't even submit the entire thing in one piece, so be prepared for part 2!)
Character: Garma Zabi
Date: May 0079
Fire.
Fire.
My Gaw is on fire.
Why is my Gaw on fire.
I was expecti
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Under Your Mask (Vidar/Julieta, Chapter Three)
"What is this?"
It was a decently large box with quite the busy design, with most of it covered with the picture of a Graze and the rest covered by text boldly stating that this indeed was a Graze as well as some technical details that didn't catch Julieta's eye.
Why was Vidar handing her a box?
"We spoke before of how you require a hobby. You should not spend the entirety of your life and being just to serve another."
"Oh..."
That would explain the gift, but Julieta found herself still looking at this odd box. Why did it have Gjallarhorn's old standard suit on it? Was it some kind of container for something related to the Graze? Was there a manual of the useless suit inside the box? Or did he just use a box with a picture of a Graze on it to give her something else that was actually a hobby?
Did this man just like collecting boxes? No, that couldn't be it, since it felt like something was in the box...what then?
"Why is this Graze on a box though?"
Julieta felt that
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Under Your Mask (Vidar/Julieta, Chapter Two)
Special thanks to MikePriest83 and Angel-no-Crux for your comments on our first chapter. Your support means a lot, and I hope you all continue to enjoy.
With this chapter I have decided to start taking things in a canon-divergent direction, though not too-too far so that I can blend canon in as it becomes available. Just a warning in case people were wondering about that.
I hope you all enjoy, and I hope to hear your thoughts in the comments below!
"Off to see that man again?"
Julieta paused to turn and see that behind her was the dark skinned son of the Kujan family, Iok in all of his incompetent glory: he carried himself in a way that belied pride and confidence, but in all of her experience working with him Julieta had never been anything but irritated with how useless he was. If he were to come to any harm it would be as damaging as the losses of Carta Issue and Gaelio Baduin a year before, whose failures
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All Hail Zeon (Ch20 Practice Makes Less Imperfect)
A/N: Special thanks to kyuzoaoi, mdc, and EchoWing for your comments last chapter!


I hope you enjoy and to hear what you think in the comments below!
Only a few days after Amir spoke with Kinue about their true loyalties and of the New York incident Amir was contemplating speaking to someone else who might be on the same page as them: Urabe. He had been a guard to Garma the longest so far and he was likely quite personally loyal to Garma. That did not mean of course that he would choose to aid Garma if an inter-factional conflict were to arise, or that he would be supportive of taking actions in preparation for such a matter, but it did mean he was more likely than many others to take Garma's side over Gihren's should they somehow manage to prop Garma up as a viable alternative for taking the actual position of Sovereign, as compared to Gihren's understated control over the whole government as Degwin let him entangle himself throughout it.
Wh
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Under Your Mask (Vidar-Gaelio/Julieta)
Under Your Mask
Mobile Suit Gundam Iron-Blooded Orphans
Description: To Julieta Juris, a man without a face is not to be trusted...but the more she finds out about the mysterious man named Vidar, the more she finds herself wanting to learn more about her enigmatic ally. 
For Vidar, he finds himself questioning whether he should open up at all and dare bring her into his world of revenge. 
(Julieta/Vidar, Julieta/Gaelio)
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"I trust that my performance was satisfactory."
Julieta was surprised that the man she was approaching was already aware of her presence, as he was sitting in his mobile suit's cockpit with his mask turned to look at some mechanical matter related to the suit's controls. A grey mask that was too dark to be considered a shining silver kept her from seeing where his attention actually was, though the black visor pieces were looking at leas
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Genres available


Romance: I will write most pairings, including OCxOC or OCxCanon characters, so if you want people to go kiss, have a date, be lovey-dovey, or partake in any such activities I can provide that for you. I tend to prefer canon pairings and specialize in them, but I can also pull off crack pairings and have invented a few such pairings that have proven quite popular, so feel free to ask for things that might seem a little out there. There are some limitations on what romance I will write however, so check the content guidelines below for more information on that.

Science Fiction: I have the most experience with mecha series such as Gundam, Code Geass, and other robot series such as Transformers, but I am not limited to them as I have also have experience with series such as Starcraft, so just about any form of Science Fiction you want. I have experience of course writing about giant robots clashing their metal against one another, so if you want battles this is something I can well provide for.

Comedy: While perhaps I am not George Carlin, I have wrote humorous stories in the past and can amuse my readers when I seek to, be it light or dark humor.

Fantasy: Warcraft, Lord of the Rings, or even My Little Pony, I have experience with Fantasy and can write for a wide variety of it as you please. There are quite a lot of series however, so I just may need a bit to re-read my old Harry Potter books or flip through my Game of Thrones massive tomes before I jump right in so that I can make it as accurate for you as I can.

Friendship: Want platonic bonding? You can have it! Be it with slight romantic overtones or just a powerful, unbreakable bond between two friends forged through fire and battle, I can provide.

Family: Cute, family related stories your thing? I can write about any pair or group you need and all the little kids or soon to be kids you want being a cute family together and doing the sorts of things one can expect from a family.

Adventure: Do your characters seek the grail? I will write them seeking the grail. This will likely take the form of a longer story or one with multiple chapters, given that it wouldn't be much of an adventure if it was small.

Hurt/Comfort: Hurt characters facing personal struggle are something of a specialty of mine, be it a character suffering from depression, working through a tragic circumstance, facing personal demons resulting from past traumas, or any other number of painful experiences one can undergo. Want a friend or loved one to help them work through it? I can do that as well, to whatever degree of success you wish for them to have with the one suffering.

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Horror: Something I have picked up and practiced more recently, horror is an interesting topic I can cover be it psychological or physical, though nothing too explicitly gory. I will do gore, but it will be more inferred/implied than me describing the exact amount of blood spurting from where someone's hand once was with blood vessels hanging out. But if you want a horror movie/slasher film sort of deal where characters are hunted one by one, or where a ghost haunts some people horrifically, or whatever else comes to your mind, I can do it.

Parody: In the grim darkness of the 21st century internet, some series that are serious are prime for parody if they aren't already one to begin with. I can write both a serious deconstruction of a genre, like Madoka Magica was for Magical Girl anime, or I can make Spehss Mareens ride magical unicorns while doing battle.

Crossover: My longest and most well-received story has been a massive crossover, and I have done many others successfully as well, so if you want to mix and blend two or more series I am the right guy since I have a wealth of experience in this realm.

Commission Guidelines and Rules


A commission may take anywhere from a week to multiple weeks depending on the size of the project, the subject matter/series it is a part of, my familiarity, and many other factors such as the fact that real life can always creep up, but I will complete a commission once I have started. You will be free to contact me to see how it is coming along and depending on the point I may even provide for you a sample of its draft, but I would ask that you do not just pester me constantly. There's a difference between updates and being overbearing. It will be completed at the earliest possible time.

If you need something completed by a certain time for whatever reason, such as a commission for someone's birthday or something along those lines, communicate that with me and I will pull whatever strings I can to have it completed by then, but again I cannot promise a specific release date. I want to take the time needed to complete your project as well as I can and that may take some time, though of course some things might come right along and be finished in almost no time at all.

Once a project is completed I am willing to go back and edit any possible mistakes on my part such as a missed spelling error, and I can provide a total of three other minor edits to the final product, but further changes will require a small fee based on whatever change it is you are asking for. This can be simple like changing a bit of dialogue, or can be more time consuming like adding in a couple paragraphs to explain something you want conveyed to the audience. Whatever the case may be, feel free to contact me about these possible edits, but my goal is to complete the project in a way that will leave you satisfied in its first iteration.

Payment is due upfront and will be carried out via Paypal.

If for some reason you require a refund I will provide one based on the status of the project and the time invested in it so far.
  • 0%-10% of total project complete: 90% refund
  • 11%-30% of total project complete: 70% refund
  • 31%-60% of total project complete: 40% refund
  • 61%-90% of total project complete: 20% refund
  • 90%-100% of total project complete: No refund, the project has been completed
If my commission rate changes for any reason, you will still be expected to pay the original price agreed upon instead of more/less unless otherwise agreed upon.

Content Guidelines


There are some things I will not write, which are as follows: 
  • Excessive gore: some blood and guts is fine, but not exceedingly gruesome.
  • Music/Poetry: I do not have experience writing songs, so unless you are asking for a deliberately bad song in a story then I cannot provide one.
  • Yaoi: Given my lack of experience in the genre, I also will not write yaoi.
  • Pedophilia: I will not write child/adult pairings/pedophilia. A 17 year old and a 19 year old is fine, but a 12 year old and a 40 year old is not.
  • Incest: Possible exceptions may include characters not actually being related, such as in the case of adoption, but check first.
  • Hardcore sexual content: I can reference characters having sex, but will not write actual sexual content.
  • Fetishes: This is really just related to the no sexual content stipulation.
  • Out-of-character (OOC): Unless the project is parody, but otherwise no Ron the Death Eater. I try to write characters as if they were their original selves.
  • Changed orientations: if a character is gay, I won't make them straight, if they are straight, I will not make them gay.
  • Terrible OC's/Mary Sues
I do not mind OC's, but I will not write OC's which are exceedingly powerful/good at everything/liked by everyone/beautiful beyond compare/somehow manage to make a canon character who already has a love interest ditch their beloved to be with this new person. So feel free to include OC's, just make sure they aren't horrible Mary Sues. If you need help developing an OC, I can help you do that for a project, but no black and red Alicorns please. 

How to Commission


To request a commission, please fill out the following form and send it to me using Deviantart's Note system.

Username: Your username, as well as any alternate methods of contact you may wish me to use.
Type of Commission: Is it a Oneshot? A drabble? Do you want me to help Edit, or to Brainstorm? Fill that information in here.
Series: What series are involved in the project?
Genre(s): What genre or genres will be involved?
Characters: Which characters you wish to be used and in what capacity you wish them to be.
Description: A basic description of what you want the story to be like and what you want from it. Feel free to use as much detail as you please.
Other information: Anything else you believe I should know about the project, such as a deadline if you are in need of one or even perhaps something like what you want someone to be wearing. Whatever you deem necessary.

Once you have filled in the above form, send it to me in a note and I will get back to you as soon as I can concerning it. I reserve the right to refuse any commission for any reason, but commissions following my guidelines above should be accepted readily.

Thank you for your interest, and I look forward to working with you! If you have any questions, feel free to contact me either through the comments below or through a private note if you wish.

Journal History

Activity


"I hope they get back soon."

Julieta snapped out of her 'daydreaming', truly just wondering how her Master was doing and wondering what she should be doing in a residential home such as this, to see that Almiria appeared anxious. Not only that, the young girl seemed to possess a sad affect, likely born of the emotional turmoil now going through her thanks to learning of McGillis' true nature.

Since she was not trained in handling emotionally distraught children, Julieta decided to just respond to the question at hand rather than possibly make things worse, "They have a lot of important things to talk about."

Dusk was starting to fall, but inside the mansion everything was still lit thanks to the many lights and chandeliers hanging within its walls. The darkness still left a certain aura thanks to the windows letting its atmosphere creep inside, one which left the distraught Almiria with perhaps a less personable attitude than if it had been shining brightly outside. The light of her life, McGillis Fareed, had been revealed to have been a man who intended to eclipse her family's happiness much as the sun was fading from sight now.

In this manner, she was quiet and took a full minute to speak to Julieta again as they sat in the living room, "What do you do for Gjallarhorn?"

The silence had not bothered Julieta in the slightest given that she was used to being on her own or being in professional atmospheres where she did not have idle chatter, at least until she began to befriend Gaelio months before. A process she supposed would both make her job now more enjoyable and also more difficult, since how could she dedicate her full attention to guarding him when she would want to be speaking to him?

"I serve Rustal Elion and perform whatever duties he assigns me. Currently, my assignment is to protect Gaelio Bauduin against any threats that may present themselves."

This piqued Almiria's interest and drew her out of her shell as it brought to mind many books she had read and movies she had watched before, some even with Gaelio, "So you're his bodyguard?"

Julieta nodded once, not understanding why Almiria's eyes were brightening. Was she happy that her brother would be protected?

"Why?"

Almiria blushed as she realized that this straightforward friend of Gaelio's with piercing eyes could likely see through any lie she could spin, so Almiria came clean with where her mind had gone on the subject, "In some of the stories I read, the bodyguard-knights fall in love with their princesses and they live happily ever after."

The comparison fell flat due to Julieta taking it seriously and giving Almiria a baffled look, "Gaelio is not a princess and I do not fancy one."

That the details were not exact did not matter to the pre-teen girl, only that the type of love story she had read and seen a hundred times could very well play out before her, providing a welcome distraction for her mind away from her own failed romance, "It's close enough," Almiria sank in her seat as she realized how childish she must seem to Julieta now, "I just want my big brother to be happy."

It took a moment, but the response she got surprised the heiress.

"I want him to be happy too."

Almiria looked up and saw that Julieta had her eyes averted, as if she was embarrassed by what she had said. In truth, it had scared Julieta to realize that the thought of her friend being happy made her happy as well, for while she supposed it made her a good friend to value his well being it also demonstrated to her just how much she truly did care for Gaelio.

It had only been a few minutes, but she already felt that she missed him. On her mind was the question of just what the Bauduins were discussing, and if Gaelio was okay, since he had killed the former man chosen to marry into their family.

Looking across from her, Julieta realized that Gaelio wasn't the only one who was going to be facing consequences now. Almiria no longer had her fiance and if her crestfallen expression accurately showed her emotional status she was suffering too.

"Are you okay?"

Almiria was trying not to cry as she remembered how nicely she had been treated by what she now knew to be a terrible man, "My future husband is dead and tried killing my brother."

"I'm sorry," Julieta responded, though she did not know what else to say after it. She could see Almiria softly sobbing now though, the heiress' facade having cracked and revealed the hurt young girl beneath.

"I wanted to grow up and be the best wife I could be for him because of how well Macky treated me," Almiria sobbed as she bereaved her crushed hopes and dreams, "He was the only friend I had, and now he's gone."

"I lost someone I cared about recently too," Julieta empathized with her, thinking of how distraught she had been when she had been told Galan Mossa had died, "Tekkadan, the same people who McGillis was working with, killed someone who was like an uncle to me...maybe even like a father."

Almiria wiped an eye as she listened to Julieta, her young mind placing Tekkadan firmly in the realm of the 'enemy' while those who fought them and protected her family as 'good', "I don't really know about them, but they must be evil people if they hurt your family. You're a good person, you protect my brother."

Julieta did not know how to take that compliment, but she did agree that Tekkadan were vile. If she was not mistaken, they were tied into the mafia and were fine with breaking whatever laws they saw fit to benefit their own purposes. Immoral children floundering about and lashing out whenever necessary.

Looking up after this small contemplation, Julieta saw that Almiria had gotten up and was crossing the short distance between them. Eyes still watery and red, Almiria was holding back her crying while still possessing a pouting expression.

"Can I..."

Julieta took a moment to realize that Almiria was asking for permission to hug her. Not seeing a reason to really turn her down, Julieta allowed Almiria to sit down on her lap and curl up into her. It seemed that she wanted comfort and all she had to give it now was Almiria since the rest of her family was out of the room and McGillis was gone.

It seemed that, much like Julieta, Almiria was a lonely person. Like Gaelio had become.

Almiria had made herself comfortable and Julieta brought her arms around her friend's sister to match the arms now put around her own body. She could feel wet tears soak her uniform, but Julieta didn't really care since she understood that this child was emotional at the moment and needed time just as she had.

After her tears had run for another half minute and she had felt the warmth of Julieta's body, Almiria gathered herself enough to continue venting her feelings, "Now I'll never get married," after all, who would marry the former fiance of a murderer? Almiria not only felt betrayed, she felt tarnished and her tenuous reputation ruined, "Everyone already hated me, and now they're all going to make fun of me."

"Then they are idiots. Don't concern yourself with the opinion of fools."

Julieta's terse response caught Almiria off-guard, since it breached any understanding she had of the world of the nobility. Just ignore them? Unlike Almiria, Julieta had not been raised to possess a certain tolerance or respect for those with rank except for Galan Mossa himself. She could follow orders, but as she demonstrated with Iok if someone did not deserve her respect she did not grant it to them.

"But..."

Julieta looked down at Almiria as the girl looked up to her questioningly, "Who doesn't like you, the other rich people around your family?" Almiria nodded, having been mocked by other women for years for being so young yet engaged to McGillis, who they wanted for themselves, and by men who saw her as nothing but a little girl marrying a bastard child of the Fareed family, "Why do they matter?"

Almiria had no true response to that, not aware of all the intricacies of politics like her father did. She just knew that minding their opinions was what she was told to do and that she was supposed to treat them well, even if they didn't return the favor.

"If they look down on you for no reason of your own fault, and they don't have relevance to your life, you should not worry about them."

That was how Julieta lived up until then, and she didn't foresee that changing anytime soon. Little did she know that in another room in the house a discussion was being had of her status changing quite severely, and thus she would have to perhaps adapt to a more Almiria-like perspective.

"Father says I have to be nice to them, since it is what is expected of a lady."

Julieta turned her nose up at that, "If being nice to idiots is part of being a lady, I do not wish to be a lady."

"But if you and Gaelio get married you would be a lady."

Julieta tilted her head, still confused by Almiria's insistence, not understanding the mind of a young girl who instead of growing up on mobile suit manuals and combat doctrines grew up with fairy tale romances, "What makes you think that we..."

"Gaelio never brings women home with him, but he brought you here. The only girl he's ever been around was Miss Carta, and she passed away," Almiria explained her opinion towards Julieta and why she thought that it was so obvious Gaelio liked Julieta romantically, "So you must be really special to him if he wanted you to be with him."

That stopped Julieta in her tracks. Gaelio...he was so particular about who he brought home with him? If she was the only woman other than Carta Issue, his close childhood friend, who he ever brought home, then that would imply that he truly did value her as a close friend.

Julieta looked up as she contemplated that. They slept now in the same bed, worked together and engaged in pastime activities and meals with one another, and now he had essentially invited her over to meet his family.

Did Gaelio love her like Almiria was suggesting? It certainly would make sense given the circumstances, but...

Julieta blushed. If Gaelio liked her, then what should she do? Galan had never really confronted this issue, of how to properly deal with receiving affection from possible romantic interests.

"Is he special to you?"

That drove Julieta's blush to go deeper as Almiria's innocent question made her actually question that for herself.

Unsure about it herself, Julieta began to speak out loud, "Most consider me abnormal, and I've been called a monkey more than a few times," she sighed and as she let out the breath she came to have a smile, "Gaelio doesn't mind that I sometimes climb up on things. He may joke about it, but he doesn't mind that I eat...oddly."

In fact, Gaelio was seemingly unique in his own way too. He went around wearing a mask for months and months, he enjoyed playing with the notion of who he was with Julieta, he spoke to his mobile suit like it was alive, sometimes said odd things or did something as odd as buy a coworker something for them to do as a hobby since they did not possess one.

Concerning affection and Gaelio, there was something that had been bugging Julieta for some days now and that had only grown worse in the time since it began.

"Is it normal to dream about a friend?"

The odd question caught Almiria by surprise, but she managed to recover well enough despite the blush it brought to her face and the now sad memories it arose, "I don't know, but sometimes I used to dream of Macky..." Almiria asked the obvious question to follow up from Julieta's own, "Do you dream of Gaelio?"

Julieta was not much of a dreamer and rarely ever remembered them, but she had remembered having some kind of dream about Gaelio a few nights back...and another a night or two later...and another...

It was to her a sign that perhaps Rustal's question on whether she loved Gaelio or not may hold water, but she also rationalized that perhaps it just was because they had been spending entire days together and so he was on her mind when she went to bed.

"Recently, yes."

The subject matter took a slight tangential turn as Almiria's mind focused on some of what she had just spoken of, specifically how she used to dream of McGillis when she thought of him as her Prince Charming. She crossed her arms and huffed, "I hope I stop dreaming of Macky. He's a mean person and I'm glad I won't see him again."

Even to Julieta it was obvious that Almiria wasn't speaking entirely the entire truth of her emotions, "That's not how you truly feel."

The declaration that she was lying again challenged Almiria, who was unused to anyone except her father and brother daring to do so. It was not unwelcome, it just was a new experience for her and one that left her confused, "Huh?"

"You loved him for what he did for you, but now that you know more about him you are conflicted."

Julieta's bluntness continued to surprise Almiria, and while at first she had a brief breathe of anger swell up as she thought Julieta was daring to suggest she still cared for McGillis, Almiria soon realized that she did actually still have unresolved feelings on him and that anger turned inwards as she chastised herself. After all, how could she still have any fond memories of such a horrible man? It made her feel like a traitor towards her family to not be able to just instantly hate McGillis as much as she tried to.

"It is alright to hate him. Just make sure you do not lie to yourself when you do so," Julieta explained, "While not the same, I needed to realize I missed someone when they passed away to properly move on."

Being told that it was okay to feel conflicted calmed Almiria down and she resumed being curled up into Julieta, where the blonde pilot moved a hand to touch Almiria's periwinkle hair and stroked it to try and comfort her in a way she had seen from Galan Mossa before.

"I am sorry he was not the man you believed him to be."

Almiria wrapped her arms around Julieta again and gripped her uniform with her small fists, her distraught feelings flowing out now again through her teary eyes.

"How could Macky...why..."

Not seeming to understand the possibly rhetorical nature of Almiria's anguished question, Julieta answered it directly, "He wanted to lead a coup against Gjallarhorn and to forcibly change it with his political power he would take from his father, Carta Issue, and your family," seeing that Almiria seemed a bit confused, Julieta decided to explain what she thought to be the problem, "A coup is when one tries to take something over."

Almiria nodded before lowering her head back down into Julieta.

"Macky said he would make the world a better place for me. For us..."

"The world already is a better place for you," Julieta replied flatly before explaining herself, "Not only will you not be marrying a man who sought to use you, but you are one of the wealthiest women alive. What you make of this world is what you will get out of it, since you can do almost anything you want to."

Thinking herself to be nothing more than a child in a world of adults, Almiria had not considered her own potential or aspirations and her ability to achieve them. It seemed that the whole world was off doing everything that could and would be done, and she was just left as a spectator on the sidelines due to her age.

"But..."

Julieta did not give Almiria a chance to offer a weak rebuttal, "At your age I already was training to accomplish my own goals, so there is no reason you cannot. Your brother lost everything, but that has not stopped him from doing what he believes he must and accomplishing what he sought to."

She wouldn't let Gaelio's sister be weak and meek in the face of her life's adversity now that McGillis, her shield from it, was gone. Julieta decided then that, if she was able, she would make sure that this other girl lived up to whatever potential she possessed, as it would simply not do to watch a member of her friend's family waste away under the weight of their familial burden.

"If Gaelio can be strong, so can you."

Almiria nodded confidently, agreeing with Julieta and now wanting to prove her correct, but after a moment she came to sigh upon realizing that unlike Julieta she did not possess any real goal presently to pursue, "I don't know what I want to do...I only know my role as a lady, that is what I have to do, but..."

The heiress stopped as she looked up at Julieta and smiled, giggling a moment later as she realized something.

Julieta did not know what was so amusing that it could cause a change in mood, so she looked quizzically down at Almiria, "What's funny?"

"I think I know why my big brother likes you."

Why Gaelio...

"Huh?"

Almiria nodded, "You don't hold anything back," "Everyone is always so mean to me because they think I'm a kid, but you treat me like an adult. Not just some kid who is in your way."

The girl looked away and blushed, now feeling self-conscious about her own insecurities.

"Thank you."

A moment later she received an odd response, this coming in the form of a rumbling stomach.

It seemed that Julieta had not eaten since before she arrived, and it took some time to travel there so now as the day came to a close she was actually quite hungry without having realized it until her body reminded her. She was used to ignoring hunger or thirst for hours until she could acquire it thanks to her upbringing as a soldier, and now that it was readily available her body had not yet adjusted to that.

"Are you hungry, Miss Julieta?"

Julieta sheepishly agreed, and she soon found herself eating food which was prepared by the family's servants with a bit of help from Almiria. She had requested meat, and when given vinison she wasn't displeased.

After eating, Julieta and Almiria were met by Gaelio and his father in the dining room.

Gallus politely bowed to their guest, "Miss Juris, I have to thank you for helping my son. If there is anything I can ever do for you, you need only ask."

Julieta returned the bow, not wanting to appear rude, "Thank you, Lord Bauduin."

"I am afraid it is getting late or I would like to take the chance to speak with you. You are welcome to stay here for as long as you wish, and I can have a room prepared for you should you wish to stay the night."

"A room is unnecessary. I do not wish to make your servants go out of their way for something I do not need," Julieta deadpanned. While she did not explicitly state it just yet, Almiria and Gallus both picked up on one possible meaning of what she said right away.

Almiria scoffed at her brother and put her hands on her hips, "Because you and Gaelio share a bed? Brother, how scandalous!"

Gaelio attempted damage control and scoffed right back at his sister, "You have quite the imagination."

Julieta shrugged, "I meant I could just sleep on the couch, but I could share a bed with Ga-Lord Gaelio if needed. We have already."

That earned Gaelio a good stare from both Almiria and Gallus, with Gaelio beating them to the punch of talking while holding his hands up as if to stop their trains of thought.

"Nothing happened, before you ask. Right, Julieta?"

Realizing now that perhaps she was placing Gaelio in hot water, Julieta did back him up since it was the truth that they had not actually slept with one another or done anything of the sort, "Your son has not acted improperly."

That being said, Julieta wondered if consistently waking up with Gaelio's head curled up into her chest counted. She didn't mind having him so close, but perhaps they would. Perhaps, she supposed, it was another sign that she was in love with him? It was something she intended to figure out in her own way, since this was new territory for her.

Gallus gave his son an amused smirk before bowing his head and departing the room, "Very well. I will be retiring now, so I hope you all have a good night."

With their father leaving, Gaelio looked over to his sister.

"Almiria, you should be going to bed now too, shouldn't you?"

She crossed her arms in protest, "I don't want to go to bed. I'm not a child."

Knowing a good way to goad her into doing what he wanted her to, Gaelio bent down to her level and put a hand softly on her shoulder, "You need your sleep though if you want to grow up big and strong like your brother."

Her present size or rather lack thereof being a sore spot for Almiria, this instantly changed her tune and she gave in to the request to go to bed even though it was fairly early, night having just fallen, "Okay..."


While Almiria had agreed to go to bed, she did so on the condition that she sleep beside Gaelio. Which also meant sleeping by Julieta. Who, when they all got ready for bed together, did not seem to make the connection that she perhaps should sleep in different clothing than when it was just her and Gaelio.

The lights off, Julieta had stripped down to just her bra and the shorts she wore as underwear. Gaelio sighed as he came to realize that she intended to sleep as they normally did, and so he went into his room's wardrobe to pull out a loose t-shirt and a larger set of shorts.

Julieta gave him a confused look as he handed them over to her, "To change into."

"I sleep in my underwear."

Gaelio bent over to whisper to her as Almiria crawled into the bed on the other side of the room, "Not when Almiria is in the bed you don't."

Julieta thought it through and considered that perhaps other people might not like her being nearly naked around a pre-teen child including the child herself, so Julieta pulled the clothing handed to her on and relented without further argument. The t-shirt was far too large for her, and the shorts only hung on thanks to being adjustable.

With sleeves hanging down past her hands, Julieta made her way over to the bed and dug beneath the covers to free herself from the confines of consciousness. Gaelio joined her right after, with Almiria snuggling right up against him the moment he got in the bed, eager to be with her big brother and to hold him and never let him go again.

"I'm so happy you're back, Gaelio. I don't know what I would do if Macky died and I heard he was a bad man and you were..."

Dead was the word her voice failed to say.

"I'm sorry, Almiria, for what I had to do. McGillis needed to be stopped..." "A villain like him had no place in this world, and especially not at your side."

"Please don't leave me again. I can't lose you again."

"I promise, Almiria."

"I love you."

"And I love you, Almiria. Now get some sleep. We'll always have more time to talk in the morning."

Julieta found that having a small barrier in the form of Almiria in her way to holding Gaelio was a bit annoying considering that she was used to sleeping right beside her friend, but she was capable of dealing with the minor distraction for their sake as brother and sister held one another.

(End of part 1)

Hello! Are you looking for someone to put to words some idea you have or to help you work on something you've been thinking about for awhile? This is the place for you then! I am open to many forms of writing, whether it be oneshots, drabbles, character profiles, or even editing and helping rewrite if that is what you desire, all at a reasonable price. As a self-taught writer who has been writing for ten years now and is presently working on two writing related college degrees, I can both create stories for you as well as help those seeking to learn how to write ways to improve their work. If there are any questions you have that are not answered below, feel free to contact me be it by comment or through a note.

I have a varied experience with many different writing styles and series, but if you would like me to write for a particular series that I do not already know of or have experience with I would be willing to do so provided that it does not take days upon days of research to do so. Just contact me to ask about any particular series you want and if I can/will write for it.


Both fanfiction and new prose is available to commission, and OC's are perfectly fine as well, though for more information about OC's see the content guidelines further down.

Types of Commission


Prose

  • Oneshot: A typical story, a generally standalone piece of prose which can vary in size typically going from 1,000 to 10,000 words. Price will be $6 per 1,000 words.
  • Multi-chapter: Similar to a oneshot, but taking place over multiple chapters. Contact me about your overall idea of what each chapter will be like and what they should amount to when brought altogether. Price will be $6 per 1,000 words and payment will be by chapter, so the first chapter's price will be due when it is started, the second chapter's due when it is started, so on and so forth. If the story total wordcount is over 10,000 word between all the chapters, there will be a 10% price reduction for all words after 10,000.
  • Drabble: A smaller story, generally 100-500 words or so. Flat charge of $3.

Editing/Rewrite

  • Editing: To fix issues like tense, comma errors, or misspelling and other such writing issues I will help you go over whatever story you want worked on however is best for you, be it you sending the document to me for me to pour over (preferably on Google docs where I can write you notes and tips) and edit or if you would like to look over it together and talk back and forth through a web service such as Skype, Discord, Curse, or some other method. I will send you whatever things I have taken note of as general areas that need improvement for future writing, as well as tips for how to improve your writing. Price will be $1 per 1,000 words you wish to be edited.
  • Rewrite: I will take a story that has already been made and rework its content so as to improve what is there. This will be similar to "Editing" as listed above but will go beyond just reading over and fixing errors and instead will mean actually rewriting the story to your specifications. Price will be $3 per 1,000 words you wish to be edited, or $5 if the rewrite is extensive enough to require essentially building it up again from the ground up while taking the general idea from the initial document.

Character Profiles

  • Basic: Want to create or flesh out a character of your own? A character's name, their physical features, some general personality traits, and other basic information all created for you given your direction. Flat charge of $5.
  • In-Depth: Similar to the Basic Character Profile, but what is their favorite flower and why? What are their relationships with other characters and the intracacies of those friendships, rivalries, and familial ties? Their detailed personality and psychological profile and why they act the way they act? All sorts of detailed information based off of what you seek to have known and explored about them. Flat charge of $15, though if additional information is requested by the buyer it can be added for an additional $5 per 1,000 words.

Brainstorming

  • Online: Want to come up with ideas and write them for yourself, but need someone to help you develop your concept, characters, and other information pertaining to the project? I can help you with all of these on a messaging site of your choosing between Deviantart, Fanfiction.net, Spacebattles, Fimfiction, or if you wish over email. We will message back and forth for as long as you need, with the price being variable based on the quantity and depth of my responses you seek. The price will be $1.00 per in-depth and lengthy response (~1,000 words) and $0.50 per shorter response (~100-500 words) of ideas and commentary to fuel your ideas.
  • Voice chat: Need to brainstorm but you want to talk things out rather than send messages back and forth? Using a web service such as Skype, Discord, Curse, or some other method I can communicate with you for an hour long session of back and forth talk for your story. The price will be a flat $15.

Genres available


Romance: I will write most pairings, including OCxOC or OCxCanon characters, so if you want people to go kiss, have a date, be lovey-dovey, or partake in any such activities I can provide that for you. I tend to prefer canon pairings and specialize in them, but I can also pull off crack pairings and have invented a few such pairings that have proven quite popular, so feel free to ask for things that might seem a little out there. There are some limitations on what romance I will write however, so check the content guidelines below for more information on that.

Science Fiction: I have the most experience with mecha series such as Gundam, Code Geass, and other robot series such as Transformers, but I am not limited to them as I have also have experience with series such as Starcraft, so just about any form of Science Fiction you want. I have experience of course writing about giant robots clashing their metal against one another, so if you want battles this is something I can well provide for.

Comedy: While perhaps I am not George Carlin, I have wrote humorous stories in the past and can amuse my readers when I seek to, be it light or dark humor.

Fantasy: Warcraft, Lord of the Rings, or even My Little Pony, I have experience with Fantasy and can write for a wide variety of it as you please. There are quite a lot of series however, so I just may need a bit to re-read my old Harry Potter books or flip through my Game of Thrones massive tomes before I jump right in so that I can make it as accurate for you as I can.

Friendship: Want platonic bonding? You can have it! Be it with slight romantic overtones or just a powerful, unbreakable bond between two friends forged through fire and battle, I can provide.

Family: Cute, family related stories your thing? I can write about any pair or group you need and all the little kids or soon to be kids you want being a cute family together and doing the sorts of things one can expect from a family.

Adventure: Do your characters seek the grail? I will write them seeking the grail. This will likely take the form of a longer story or one with multiple chapters, given that it wouldn't be much of an adventure if it was small.

Hurt/Comfort: Hurt characters facing personal struggle are something of a specialty of mine, be it a character suffering from depression, working through a tragic circumstance, facing personal demons resulting from past traumas, or any other number of painful experiences one can undergo. Want a friend or loved one to help them work through it? I can do that as well, to whatever degree of success you wish for them to have with the one suffering.

Tragedy: Sometimes rocks fall and everyone dies, leaving behind their loved ones and friends to cope with their loss. Sometimes one has to deal with a significant loss they will never be able to recover from such as a crippling injury for an athlete or the loss of one's vision or hearing. In some cases a relationship has soured to the point where two people can never reconcile again, leaving pain and regret in the once great relationship's wake. If you want tragedy, I am well versed in it.

Horror: Something I have picked up and practiced more recently, horror is an interesting topic I can cover be it psychological or physical, though nothing too explicitly gory. I will do gore, but it will be more inferred/implied than me describing the exact amount of blood spurting from where someone's hand once was with blood vessels hanging out. But if you want a horror movie/slasher film sort of deal where characters are hunted one by one, or where a ghost haunts some people horrifically, or whatever else comes to your mind, I can do it.

Parody: In the grim darkness of the 21st century internet, some series that are serious are prime for parody if they aren't already one to begin with. I can write both a serious deconstruction of a genre, like Madoka Magica was for Magical Girl anime, or I can make Spehss Mareens ride magical unicorns while doing battle.

Crossover: My longest and most well-received story has been a massive crossover, and I have done many others successfully as well, so if you want to mix and blend two or more series I am the right guy since I have a wealth of experience in this realm.

Commission Guidelines and Rules


A commission may take anywhere from a week to multiple weeks depending on the size of the project, the subject matter/series it is a part of, my familiarity, and many other factors such as the fact that real life can always creep up, but I will complete a commission once I have started. You will be free to contact me to see how it is coming along and depending on the point I may even provide for you a sample of its draft, but I would ask that you do not just pester me constantly. There's a difference between updates and being overbearing. It will be completed at the earliest possible time.

If you need something completed by a certain time for whatever reason, such as a commission for someone's birthday or something along those lines, communicate that with me and I will pull whatever strings I can to have it completed by then, but again I cannot promise a specific release date. I want to take the time needed to complete your project as well as I can and that may take some time, though of course some things might come right along and be finished in almost no time at all.

Once a project is completed I am willing to go back and edit any possible mistakes on my part such as a missed spelling error, and I can provide a total of three other minor edits to the final product, but further changes will require a small fee based on whatever change it is you are asking for. This can be simple like changing a bit of dialogue, or can be more time consuming like adding in a couple paragraphs to explain something you want conveyed to the audience. Whatever the case may be, feel free to contact me about these possible edits, but my goal is to complete the project in a way that will leave you satisfied in its first iteration.

Payment is due upfront and will be carried out via Paypal.

If for some reason you require a refund I will provide one based on the status of the project and the time invested in it so far.
  • 0%-10% of total project complete: 90% refund
  • 11%-30% of total project complete: 70% refund
  • 31%-60% of total project complete: 40% refund
  • 61%-90% of total project complete: 20% refund
  • 90%-100% of total project complete: No refund, the project has been completed
If my commission rate changes for any reason, you will still be expected to pay the original price agreed upon instead of more/less unless otherwise agreed upon.

Content Guidelines


There are some things I will not write, which are as follows: 
  • Excessive gore: some blood and guts is fine, but not exceedingly gruesome.
  • Music/Poetry: I do not have experience writing songs, so unless you are asking for a deliberately bad song in a story then I cannot provide one.
  • Yaoi: Given my lack of experience in the genre, I also will not write yaoi.
  • Pedophilia: I will not write child/adult pairings/pedophilia. A 17 year old and a 19 year old is fine, but a 12 year old and a 40 year old is not.
  • Incest: Possible exceptions may include characters not actually being related, such as in the case of adoption, but check first.
  • Hardcore sexual content: I can reference characters having sex, but will not write actual sexual content.
  • Fetishes: This is really just related to the no sexual content stipulation.
  • Out-of-character (OOC): Unless the project is parody, but otherwise no Ron the Death Eater. I try to write characters as if they were their original selves.
  • Changed orientations: if a character is gay, I won't make them straight, if they are straight, I will not make them gay.
  • Terrible OC's/Mary Sues
I do not mind OC's, but I will not write OC's which are exceedingly powerful/good at everything/liked by everyone/beautiful beyond compare/somehow manage to make a canon character who already has a love interest ditch their beloved to be with this new person. So feel free to include OC's, just make sure they aren't horrible Mary Sues. If you need help developing an OC, I can help you do that for a project, but no black and red Alicorns please. 

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Gardens and other outdoor facilities stood above the wings that formed the lower segments of the artificial island that in its sprawling landscape on the open seas so well demonstrated the wealth and power of the Bauduin family. Down the middle of the island ran the long enclosed structure that formed the 'house' of the family, though its size and decor was such that if its shape was more traditional it could be considered a mansion.

"Hello and welcome to our home. I am Almiria Bauduin, how may I help you?"

At one end of the island standing in the well-kept garden meant to entice visitors was Julieta, who instead of being captivated by the plants displayed in all their beauty was confused by why people liked these things. They didn't even taste good, as the gardeners would learn by some of them being chewed up and spat out by some unknown predator.

Having been standing and waiting for an hour now, Julieta was a bit snippy as she cast her gaze over to the young girl standing at the front of the house. Their greeting had been quite rehearsed and Julieta wasn't going to censor her curiosity about that.

"Do they make you repeat that to everyone who visits?"

Not having expected to be the one on the receiving end of questioning, the pre-teen girl took a nervous step back from the guest their servants had not seemed to want to confront and thus delayed informing their employers about, particularly since this unknown and seemingly nobody Gjallarhorn officer seemed to just be loitering while waiting for someone of actual importance. They weren't supposed to wait on common people, but after noticing Julieta standing all alone Almiria took it upon herself to get around to doing what their maids and butlers were not going to.

"Uh..." Almiria Bauduin bit her lip. The only one who had truly been confrontational in her life had been Gaelio, who would tease Almiria and argue with her like a brother would, so now having a complete stranger basically make fun of her greeting was a shock to her.

Seeing Almiria's surprise and hair color, Julieta dropped her attitude since it wasn't this young girl she was angry with and the young heiress wasn't to blame for her brother being a no-show.

Julieta shifted the hand she had on her hip and changed her frown to a smirk, "It's no matter. I am just waiting for someone who is supposed to be visiting today."

Seeing Julieta's change in expression helped Almiria recover some of her composure, even if she was still bewildered by Julieta in general, "A visitor? Father didn't speak of a visitor..."

"It is official Gjallarhorn business, so he may have not mentioned it," Julieta offered as an explanation, when in truth they hadn't announced that they would be coming. Gaelio was already self-conscious about returning to meet his family after so long, making calling them to let them know even harder since just arriving and letting the pieces fall where they might only required arriving while calling them would require him to not hang up each and every moment.

It took Gaelio wrestling Julieta to the ground and pinning her until she agreed to put the phone down to get to this point, since she had none of the same reservations he did. He was alive, so why not tell his family? She knew she would want to let Rustal know if she had been missing for months or years the first chance she got.

Since Julieta was apparently there to meet with Gallus on official business, Almiria felt vindicated in her desire to tend to this guest, "Well, if you want, you can wait inside for whoever is coming, Miss..."

Realizing she had not introduced herself yet, Julieta turned and bowed gracefully to Almiria. She might not possess normal social graces, but she was quite used to showing respect towards figures of status and authority...though among them she only respected a handful and to the rest only showed the minimal amount of respect required.

"Julieta Juris. I have been...have worked with your brother Gaelio," Julieta corrected herself as she tried to both explain her relation while revealing who she was, "He and I were...close."

It wasn't exactly a lie. They were close. After all, they were quite close that morning when Julieta woke up beside Gaelio just like every other morning now. Without taking anything further Julieta had turned the night they spent embracing one another into a regular nightly ritual, transforming her habit of spending all her time with Gaelio during the day into one where she didn't return to her own room at night. Yes, for the few who had noticed it had started rumors about her having some kind of affair with the masked man, but Julieta didn't care.

When she woke up after first spending the night with Gaelio Julieta had been a bit embarrassed and had contemplated not acknowledging it all by slipping out and never mentioning it since she was so flustered by how she was still hugging a shirtless man when her eyes opened. A man whose head was buried in her chest and whose arms were still clenched tightly around her, squashing any thoughts about leaving since a little struggle later revealed that she was trapped beside him.

She didn't have any official duties to carry out, so Julieta found herself coming up with reasons to just stay where she was and go back to bed. To 'sleep in' for once. Gaelio would feel bad if he woke up without her there, right? And his bed was comfortable and had great blankets, so it felt good to stay...and he was kind of warm too. His hands felt a bit cold, but his body's heat was indeed nice. She had slipped the upper part of her uniform off the night before, so she felt it right against her skin.

Staying also let her laugh at Gaelio when he woke up with his face still against her chest, his cheeks flushing red as he realized that instead of a uniform against his face there was a sports bra.

Said laughter turned into death threats when he decided to get back at her by going to bed again while using her 'pillows' to sleep comfortably.

Hearing that Julieta was a friend of Gaelio's soured Almiria's mood. The subject of her 'dead' brother was not one that was healing for her, "Oh."

Julieta knew that Almiria didn't have to be sad for her brother anymore, but she did know that somebody Almiria was attached to was dead so she tried to channel that and her own sense of loss over Galan Mossa to feign sympathy when in truth she both knew Gaelio was alive and didn't personally care that McGillis wasn't, "I'm sorry."

Almiria turned around to go inside again, her head hanging as she spoke to herself, "I miss my brother."

Julieta groaned as she fell into step behind Almiria and entered their residence, stepping through the large doors to be met by an array of servants who stood in waiting for their mistress, "I wish he were here."

Which he should be, Julieta lamented. Now she was going in and was going to be dealing with his family without him, when the entire reason she came was to support him. What would she even say if Gallus Bauduin showed up and inquired about her visit? 'Hi, I'm actually here as moral support to your son who isn't actually dead and who killed your would-be son-in-law who had tried murdering him'?

Julieta grinned to herself. Come to think of it, Gaelio had one hour before she went and said something just like that. Perhaps she would sprinkle in bits earlier. Had Rustal even informed everyone over what truly happened on Mars yet? Julieta wasn't sure, but for the most part she didn't care since that was Gaelio's problem and not her own. If it also became her problem she would begin to care, but until then she thought she was doing well enough to support her friend.

Now inside the building, Julieta looked around and found that it was quite the interesting mansion. Instead of just pure displays of wealth it had a comfortable feeling to its layout, being both spacious and possessing plenty of places for one to lounge or otherwise rest. While it could be filled wall to wall with ancient artwork and other garish signs of the Bauduin's money there instead was even a few things Julieta could guess were hand crafted by the young Almiria put on full display like Gallus was showing off his pride in his daughter.

Bringing Julieta to a small lounge within the gigantic home, Almiria showed her guest to a seat and gave her a polite bow.

"Would you like any tea while you wait?"

"That..."

Julieta paused her response, having been about to say that it wasn't necessary right when she recalled Gaelio mentioning one night how the last time he saw Almiria she had been learning how to make tea and was proud of the skill. Since it would likely please Almiria, Julieta decided to drink the unfamiliar liquid and accept her hospitality. Why not indulge her a little? Gaelio would likely appreciate her getting along with Almiria, so it was the smallest of sacrifices.

"That would be nice. Thank you."

Almiria nodded and left to go prepare the tea, leaving Julieta to sit where she had been brought. The room was comparable to what most would call a 'living room' even if it had far more lavish furniture and possessed the size of about two common ones, and inside it possessed far more in the way of personal items than before, with only a few ornate knickknacks and a sizable purple flag with the family's golden symbol of the Norse mythological figure Sleipnir serving as the 'serious' pieces to the room.

With her knowledge of Gjallarhorn and its origins, Julieta possessed some albeit minimal information about the mythological figures which inspired much of its naming systems. It was where Vidar, or rather Gaelio, took his name and that of his mobile suit though Julieta hadn't particularly known of that figure since prior to Vidar's usage of their name it hadn't been one used by Gjallarhorn to her knowledge. What she found interesting by looking at the flag and the symbol of Sleipnir presented on it was how Sleipnir was the son of Loki, a god known for his trickster ways and for deceit.

Perhaps then wearing a mask wasn't so odd for someone born to a family whose mythological figure was in turn born from a Norse god whose motives were often enshrouded to others. Gaelio had hid his face and motivations from the world, and in the end he had caught the object of his vengeance entirely by surprise. Fitting of a son of Loki, Julieta figured.

Moving on from observing the room's fancy decorations, Julieta instead looked to the other things filling it to see what value they held. What first came to her notice was a small bound notebook of sorts next to a small pad for drawing, with a series of different colored pencils sitting in a tray right beside it.

Julieta smirked as she came to the conclusion that this wasn't just a normal guest reception area, but rather where the heiress had been spending her afternoon. Apparently Almiria decided to just bring her guest to where she was staying herself. It was no matter to Julieta however as she didn't mind where she had to sit, she just was grateful she was afforded the opportunity to do so.

Since she had noticed them Julieta decided to look and see what Almiria had been doing prior to receiving their family's guest. She picked up the notebook and flipped through it to see extremely neat handwriting adorning its pages, though observation of the content revealed this to be done by Almiria herself from her point of view. Most would recognize this as a personal diary one should not intrude upon, but not having grown up with a normal upbringing Julieta was clueless to this detail and so casually looked through it for anything of interest only to decide there was no such thing within it about a tenth of her way through the thick diary.

She dropped the diary back down where it had been and began to observe the drawing, finding herself halfway impressed by the young girl's rendition of her family's symbol with the use of pencils. It was of course not perfect, and Julieta thought its seventh leg was a bit off in particular, but for someone...nine? Ten? Maybe Eleven? Whatever her age, Julieta decided it was decent.

A picture frame on a small table at the end of one couch caught her attention next, and Julieta picked it up tactlessly and hovered it in front of her face to get the best view she could of it. In the lavish frame was a picture of Gaelio and his sister together both smiling at the camera, their eyes shut as they seemingly laughed merrily about something that had happened.

While the image might not have been particularly special to most, it was quite the interesting object to Julieta who could see her friend smiling so purely, without pain, and being happier than he likely had been for over a year now...it was a symbol of a bygone era in his life, and seeing how he was and comparing it to his withdrawn self now made her feel a pang like something kind and innocent had been lost.

Seeing this picture made Julieta wonder if there were other similar ones elsewhere in the room, and so began a hunt for picture frames which lasted only about three moments before Julieta saw one hiding on the top shelf of a bookcase the height of the large room.

While someone else might have gone to find a ladder to get the picture that seemed to be purposefully removed from normal sight, Julieta instead casually climbed up the shelves with ease after initially testing how sturdy and stable the structure was. Once she was at the top, Julieta popped her head over to where she had seen the picture and stared right at it.

The reason for it being hidden made some sense even to Julieta, for this one was not of Gaelio and his sister, but rather was of Gaelio, McGillis, and Carta all as children. Julieta did not know Carta all too much, but she did know that she had been close to both Gaelio and the now deceased McGillis, and having a picture of another family's deceased daughter must have been considered uncouth by the Bauduins since it was moved out of the way of most scrutiny. That, or perhaps McGillis suggested its removal from sight in one of his stays at the mansion.

As Julieta finished observing the picture the young heiress of the house returned with the tea her servants had been preparing at first for her and then re-purposed for their guest upon Almiria's suggestion. The girl gasped in surprise as she saw Julieta's position far off the ground, and upon being seen Julieta casually dropped herself back to the ground gracefully. She didn't care that she had been seen, but the tea Almiria said she would bring was there and so Julieta decided it was time to return to the seat she had been first brought to on the couch.

"H-here you are," Almiria stammered as she poured a cup of tea for Julieta in a fine glass worth more than Julieta probably earned in a week.

Julieta took what was offered to her as she sat, though she didn't particularly intend to drink it especially when it was so hot to the touch, "Thank you."

Almiria smiled as she played hostess, "Do you want any lemon?"

Lemons were fine for consumption Julieta thought, having put an entire one in her mouth before before Galan explained that you weren't supposed to eat the skin with it. Then had to explain when Julieta ate it whole minus the skin that it was meant for flavoring rather than raw eating, "If it would not be out of your way."

Having already prepared the lemon in case, Almiria handed Julieta a small tray with lemon slices on it. After smelling the lemon for a moment Julieta bit into it and enjoyed its sour taste before squeezing the other slice into the tea, at first confusing Almiria accidentally by making the girl think Julieta didn't know what the lemon was for before subverting that thought and instead revealing that she had just been a bit hungry and was strange enough to just eat a chunk of lemon without even shaking from the pure, concentrated sourness of it all.

"You are quite well trained for someone your age," Julieta noted after using up the lemon, having decided that Almiria's manners and the like were the equivalent of those taught in the military for one's duties and thus was appropriately respectful towards them.

Almiria bowed her head sheepishly, "I am a lady, so I must fulfill the duty of my family."

"I too do what I can for my...family."

A family comprising of two people...neither of whom were her actual family, at least to Julieta's knowledge. Given that her quiet and solemn comrade suddenly turned out to be a long lost member of the Seven Stars, she honestly wouldn't be too surprised to suddenly learn if she was someone's bastard daughter.

Julieta's reference to her own familial situation intrigued her hostess, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

Shook her head no as she stared down at the tea before her, heat still rising up off of it revealing its present temperature, "No, not in the normal sense. I come from nothing, but Rustal Elion and a friend of his have taken care of me."

"Is he like your father then?" Almiria pieced together as a possible explanation to things.

Rustal Elion, her father? That idea froze Julieta, who wasn't actually all too sure what he could be considered...he took care of her, much as Galan Mossa once had. If by a father Almiria meant male caretaker, then yes, she had such a figure in the form of both Rustal and Galan, though the former was quite formal with her whereas the latter had been warmer and gentler...when he wasn't drilling into her how to fight ruthlessly in mobile suit combat or live the life of a covert mercenary soldier.

"I suppose, though I think most would think he's more of a boss than a father to me."

Almiria looked down as she sat across from Julieta on another couch in the room, this one with its back to the entrance, "Father tries to be a good father, but he is always so busy..." her eyes winced as if she was trying to keep from crying, "After my brother left us, he has to do a lot of family things Gaelio would have been doing."

As much as she wished she could offer some kind of comfort, Julieta struggled to find the right words to do so. She had seen people grieve their loved ones and friends in her past given her line of work and that she grew up around a mercenary company that did extremely dangerous work, but this...this was a little girl who believed that she had lost her brother and now was having memories of his brought to the surface by speaking to one of his coworkers. Julieta didn't have childcare drilled into her by Galan, so she was quite lost with how to deal with Almiria without revealing Gaelio's survival, something which outside of joking thoughts she believed was up to him to handle. It was his life and family after all, though they would know sooner or later when the details of McGillis' death surfaced for all to know.

"Your brother..." Julieta paused to further try and think of what to say, "From what I know of him, he wouldn't want you to cry."

Almiria let out a sniffle as she wiped one of her eyes. This done, she stared at the ground for a few moments before looking up at Julieta with sadness still pouring ouf from her eyes, "You worked with Gaelio, right?"

"We trained and fought alongside one another," Julieta explained, dancing around the truth that she only met Gaelio after he disappeared from Almiria's life under the guise of being dead, "He is my closest friend, even if at first I didn't trust him. He didn't have to be my friend, but..."

A normal person might have recoiled from the person hounding them for questions and trying to unmask them, but Gaelio had let Julieta grow close to him as Vidar. Despite his quest for vengeance which hinged upon his identity remaining a secret so he could catch McGillis by surprise Gaelio still was willing to risk being discovered so that he could befriend her.

Almiria came to smile a little at hearing Julieta's seeming recollection of the elder Bauduin sibling. It seemed that someone else cared for him as well. Lightened by Julieta's words, Almiria responded with a warm fondness of her own as she recalled how her brother was, "I didn't know he had friends other than Macky and Miss Carta...he didn't like the guests we would have because they were too snobby, and he always ran away when girls would want to be with him or when he'd get marriage offers."

Running away from women who would likely gladly bed him and hiding from marriage offers which would afford him wealth, social status, sexual intercourse, and heirs? Julieta was actually baffled by this behavior, since it seemed like Gaelio was abstaining from having just about whatever he wanted.

"Did he not want to be married?"

"I...I don't know," Almiria admitted as she looked back down to the floor, "Gaelio wouldn't want to marry someone because of their money or their name, so maybe he just didn't want to. If he did marry someone with money, he would only be using it as an excuse to be with someone he loved I think."

That seemed more like the Gaelio Julieta knew, since he had been fine hiding his wealth and privilege for quite the extended period of time, to the point that Iok even came to believe himself his superior...and if she was to be honest Julieta hadn't been wary of Gaelio's background either, though she had come fairly close to guessing it correctly and only failed due to thinking Gaelio had died. He cared more about who people were than what they were she reckoned, or else he would have befriended that fool Iok for the social status it would afford, rather than snub him for being a pretentious prick.

Of all of the fleet, he had chosen to be her friend...Julieta wasn't sure what to make of that, but that he trusted her was enough.

Almiria had a small laugh as she recalled something amusing in particular about the topic at hand, "Father and I used to joke that one day my brother would come home from one of his long expeditions with some poor woman he met and fell in love with. The scandal of a member of the Seven Stars marrying someone poor would have been so fun for me as his sister...he wouldn't be able to laugh and make fun of me for being engaged to Macky."

To again put things into a perspective she could comprehend, Julieta tried imagining what sort of amusement she would derive from Iok suddenly marrying a peasant and seemingly disgracing his family...the mental image made her grin, since his incompetence and foolish ways has ascended mere stupidity at this point and she was having trouble getting as angry as she used to at it since it was completely expected by now and was the norm. Rustal had hinted that he would address the issue, but Julieta was fine dealing with his idiot ways awhile longer since it wasn't like they truly had a foe in their way now that McGillis was dead and Tekkadan had been crippled.

As for Gaelio returning home with a bride...Julieta had to smirk at that too. He seemed the sort to almost do it as a way of spiting the snobs he along with Julieta mocked together these past days of idleness. He didn't appear satisfied with the way the world was or how its elite were acting...he hated it, in fact, and seemed to understand why the people down below were dissatisfied as well.

On the other hand, he found the violent upheaval that was becoming the norm nowadays to be barbaric and foolish, which Julieta could understand even with her limited knowledge of politics since just changing things didn't mean they would improve. Did Edmonton not prove that by how Tekkadan's victory over Gjallarhorn didn't suddenly make everything better and in fact resulted in open warfare between economic blocs and led to an increase in the usage of child soldiers. So this kind of foolish behavior was to be quashed mercilessly...perhaps paving the way for another type of revolution and reform.

That's what she read from what Gaelio had said so far to her in some private moments, only ever making a small comment here or there without fully revealing what was on his mind much like he had while wearing the Vidar mask. It seemed that as much as he opened up when he revealed his face, he still carried some of the persona he had adopted for so long.

With this all in mind, it was little wonder that he had once been friends with McGillis, who desired radical change...Julieta wondered just how it would manifest itself, but she didn't believe for a moment that it would result in anything that would cause them to part ways. After all, if Gaelio wanted to fix things from the inside, he would have to work with Rustal Elion, right? And that would mean he would be working right alongside her, making them allies once again.

For the meantime however Julieta was assigned to be Gaelio's personal bodyguard, a task she both believed herself capable of and looked forward to. He didn't really need a bodyguard on the battlefield, so in truth she was just there to make sure he crushed whatever enemy he was going against faster than he otherwise would. It meant the chance to continue viewing his beautiful piloting skills and be around her friend, so she was grateful that Rustal had decided that Gaelio was more worthy of Julieta's services than Iok was.

Julieta returned to focusing on the present conversation after her little mental tangent to find that Almiria still looked like she was going to cry, even if she was trying to put on a brave face and hide it, "Father even thought he knew what Gaelio's bride would be like, since he said the men of our family tend to like blonde women, but also women who are strong and assertive," she sniffled and rubbed one eye again, "He says my mother was like that, always challenging him and making him think so he was always his best, though her hair was darker...she passed away and I think Father still misses her, since he doesn't share photos of her."

Gaelio's family liked blonde women generally? Julieta found such a piece of information dubious and likely near superstitious, though she could definitely understand if they had a preference for women who weren't just meek. She wouldn't want to be married to a pushover of a man after all, not that she was particularly sure just what she wanted to be married to...though, if she were to be honest, she couldn't find many reasons to object to someone like Gaelio. The only issue was that she wasn't just quite sure how she felt about him yet, even though they had been spending nights holding one another and days enjoying the other's company. She wasn't sure what the boundaries for friendship and love were, so all she knew was that he was a very good friend at the moment who she enjoyed spending all of her time with.

Almiria seemed to enjoy having someone to talk to who wasn't going to speak over her or tell her what to think or anything of the sort, as the young girl was used to by the snobbish company she was often forced to keep, and so she continued to speak. She was grinning as if there were some joke to what she was saying, though it combined with her pained eyes to make for a sad expression in total, "I suppose I'm the one who likes light hair this time around. Macky has such pretty hair..." she crossed her arms and let out a breath of seeming relief, "I hope Macky comes home soon...then maybe I can brush it for him and take care of him like a wife should...I want to be like my mother was for my father..."

"Fortunately or unfortunately depending on one's perspective, McGillis has been killed in combat on Mars following the revelation that he betrayed Gjallarhorn on numerous occasions and desired to silence those who knew of his treachery."

The deadpan nature of Julieta's reveal, born of no longer wanting to have to hide every detail of the recent battle, shocked Almiria and left her eyes large like dinner plates as she tried to contemplate what she had just been told.

"Wh-what? M-Macky is..."

Wanting Almiria to get a better idea of just why this was a good thing, Julieta continued to explain, "McGillis betrayed Carta Issue and had her killed by our enemies so that he could obtain her family's political power. Then he attacked Gaelio during another battle and tried to kill him so that he could marry you and take your family's power as well."

"That...that can't be. Macky wouldn't..." Almiria shook her head as she came to be in denial as the shock of the situation set in, "You're lying...please, tell me you're..."

She looked up to see that Julieta had stood up and was suddenly leaning over to touch her on the shoulder comfortingly. Almiria shook at first when she was touched, but in her shock she slowly came to let Julieta comfort her. She had a positive opinion of this visitor so far, what with her listening to her and being a good friend of Gaelio's, so the young girl with little in the way of friends was quite willing to accept a form of comfort from a near stranger.

Julieta sat down next to Almiria and continued using her arm to comfort Almiria, this now meaning that her arm was close to her and Almiria's sides while still touching her shoulder, "I am sorry, but I thought you should know that your fiance is not coming home...nor should he, given his actions."

It was a lot for Almiria to take in, particularly at her age, but she had enough understanding of her family's position in the world and had seen enough stories and television dramas to be familiar with the concept of what McGillis did. That did not make it any easier to take learning that the man she hoped to one day grow up and marry was in fact a complete monster who sought to use her for her family power...and who had killed her brother to do it. That Gaelio had been harmed by his best friend added to the shock for Almiria, who could no longer hold back the tears she had been fighting for quite some time.

"Macky...Macky killed G..."

Julieta felt obligated to escalate the comfort she was giving, now bringing her arms around the poor crying child to comfort her like she had the girl's brother quite recently, "It's okay, Almiria...it might hurt to lose someone you cared about, but I promise things will be better, okay?"

Almiria buried herself into Julieta's side as she cried her eyes out, desperately seeking the comfort offered to her given how distraught she was, "But Gaelio...Gaelio is..."

"Hoping his sister will forgive him for being gone for so long."

Julieta looked back over the couch to see that in the room's entrance stood Gaelio, who with one hand was moving his Vidar mask as if he had just taken it off. He must have only been wearing it briefly as his hair remained mostly untouched, and Julieta guessed that he had just used it to get inside without the servants having heart attacks about how their young master had returned from the dead. Julieta had not heard the main doors open, so he must have entered some way unknown to her as a newcomer there...

None of that was of importance to Almiria, whose shock shifted from grief to absolute surprise at the sound of Gaelio's voice.

"Gaelio!?"

She shot up from where she was sitting to jump over the couch and tackle-hug her brother where he stood, her eyes still unleashing the tears welled up within them but her emotions swinging quite severely from what they had been, "You're alive!"

Gaelio hugged his sister back once he absorbed the impact of her sudden tackle, smiling down at Almiria as he lifted the petite girl up and held her close, "It's good to see you too, Almiria. I'm sorry I've been gone so long. I..."

"Gaelio..."

Even though it hadn't been said to her, Almiria was able to piece something together from what she had been told...

"Gaelio, did you kill Macky? Did you make him pay for what he did? Was he the one who hurt you?"

Her voice wasn't one of anger...no, Gaelio was actually slightly surprised by the conviction he instead heard in it. Here was her brother who she had been told died by none other than McGillis himself, and so she could believe just about anything now. If Gaelio said it was true that McGillis betrayed both of them and wanted to hurt them, be it by killing Gaelio or by manipulating her, Almiria would believe it.

Gaelio nodded to his sister slowly, "Yes..." his eyes looked away as he feared how Almiria might respond to knowing that he had killed her fiance, "And yes, I was the one who..."

Almiria subverted his expectation to a degree by growing angry, just not at him. On her normally cute face she came to pout angrily, "He hurt you...He told me bad people took you away from me, but he did it all along. He said he would make them pay, but..."

Pounding a fist against Gaelio's shoulder, Almiria soon buried her face into her brother and began to sob in a way befitting of her age.

"McGillis was just like all the others! I thought he loved me, but he only loved our money! I hate him, Gaelio! I hate him!"

Gaelio brought a hand up to the back of her beck and head to try and help soothe her, his voice both kind yet strong as he spoke back, "Almiria, I won't let anyone hurt you again. I promise you that as your brother..."

Guilt over his distance from her all this time made Gaelio almost too ashamed to face Almiria, but with her embrace he found his courage returning. All this time he had feared his inevitable return to his family, but now that he had achieved his goals it was time...time to come home, and time to find just where his sights should be set. The many days he had to travel and do nothing but enjoy Julieta's company gave him time to think, and he had come to a great many decisions by his return to Earth.

Of them, being the best brother he could for his poor sister was near the top, as was making her a future where she could live happily without suffering in the way she was now.

"I love you Gaelio."

Hearing her say that made Gaelio feel as if much of the weight on his shoulders had been lifted in one fell swoop, "I love you too Almiria."

The two siblings could have stood there in one another's embrace for quite some time without saying anything at all, if not for the sudden noise of Julieta spitting up hot tea and coughing.

Gaelio looked down to where Julieta was sitting, Almiria turning in his arms to do the same while her brother inquired about his friend's health, "Are you okay?"

Julieta had not wanted to interrupt their moment by interjecting in the family reunion, and so she settled on drinking the tea provided for her earlier in the meantime. Unfortunately, it was scorching hot when it first arrived and was still quite hot by the time Julieta brought it to her mouth since only a couple minutes had passed, so her mouth felt as if it was set aflame when she tried to drink the small cup all at once like she liked doing with smaller things.

"I am not used to drinking tea," Julieta admitted through a blush, not able to look either of the others in the eye given her current embarrassment. They must think her a monkey like Iok did for not being able to even drink tea properly...

Her blush deepened when Gaelio indeed laughed, though it wasn't malicious: he sounded like he was actually quite amused in a positive fashion, and he was grinning brightly.

"Almiria, I take it you have met Julieta?"

Almiria nodded to him and tried to smile as well as her tears began to dry up, the accidental break in the last conversation allowing her to begin resting her emotions. She still had a million questions she wanted to ask, but Almiria wanted to share a fun moment with her brother right now and so she giggled at Julieta's funny mistake too.

Looking at Julieta from above though gave Almiria full view of the woman's short blonde hair...and seeing Gaelio's seeming ease around her, and Julieta's claims about them being close...Almiria almost gasped as she gaped at her brother.

"Is she your girlfriend, Gaelio?"

Their father was right!

...maybe?

Gaelio gaped back at his sister's sudden question concerning his relationship status, leaving Julieta to pick up the verbal slack with a small, "I..."

Almiria's brother recovered fast enough to pick right up after her with a smirk and clever response to Almiria's question, "She is a friend who happens to be a girl, yes."

Her thought shot down, Almiria lowered her gaze shamefully, "Oh, okay..."

So they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend...that made Almiria a little sad since she had wanted her brother to settle down for quite a long time and it would have been amazing to both get him back and to have him romantically involved with someone at the same time. If he dated someone, Almiria might get a sister-like figure, something she wished she had since without her mother she was sorely lacking a female role model or confidant.

Still, Gaelio and Julieta not dating yet didn't mean that they never were going to...and so the young child decided to ask quite the personal question.

"Did you want her to be? She's nice, and she really likes you, so..."

Almiria was asking out of her own desire to have her brother have a lover, but she did not actually know just how close she was in her assumption. Gaelio indeed had deep feelings for Julieta stemming from the months of time they had spent together, particularly the days of recent where she knew of his actual identity and had stood by him the entire way to support him in this time of great emotional need.

Given Julieta's normally unflappable attitude and lack of understanding for common social interactions and related matters, Gaelio had not actually tried to advance their relationship just yet, but he had his plans all the same. Plans he would really appreciate if Almiria didn't ruin by accident.

Fortunately for Gaelio, Julieta did not appear offended by the idea whatsoever and in fact seemed intrigued by it as she turned around on the couch to face them both, leaning her upper body on its top, "What is being a girlfriend like?"

Gaelio glared down at Almiria as his dear sister began to explain the concept, this serving as a nice diversion for the heartbreaking news she had received and wanted to repress as fast as possible, "Well, a girlfriend spends time with her boyfriend a lot and they do things together and love eachother. And then, when they think they love eachother enough they get engaged and get married."

By those parameters, Julieta knew she and Gaelio were well beyond normal standards for a boyfriend-girlfriend couple...something she revealed to Gaelio by giving him a smug look while inquiring even further.

"How much time do they spend together? And what sorts of things do they do together?"

Gaelio avoided Julieta's eyes as he sought to be anywhere but where he was at the moment. If he knew coming home would mean Almiria and Julieta ganging up on him he would still be on the ship...

"Well, they usually are around eachother as much as possible, and they do whatever makes them both happy like hobbies or watching movies, and then they also eat together for their meals and maybe even sleep next to eachother."

Even though she wasn't sure she even wanted the label, Julieta kept having her fun at Gaelio's expense by revealing to Almiria just how close they were, "Gaelio and I spend most of our time together, and we do all of our hobbies with one another. We also eat each meal with one another and sleep each night together."

This was the final evidence needed for Almiria to throw her arms around her brother's neck and laugh at him, "Gaelio, you have a girlfriend!"

Gaelio continued to look away from them, since he knew Julieta was just messing with him and he knew just how eager Almiria was for him to fulfill his duty to the family, "Julieta and I have not been on any dates, nor have we proclaimed our love for one another, so right now, Almiria, we are good friends."

While Julieta might be joking, she was saying it all without actual jest...so was she making fun of him for not calling her his girlfriend because she actually would like to be considered that now, or not? He had a good feeling that she returned his affections, but was this proof of them or the opposite?

Almiria retracted her arms to cross them and pout, "That's not nice big brother. Tell miss Julieta you love her."

Julieta blushed as she saw Gaelio pause, as if he didn't know just what to say back to that. Was he actually...

She shook her head. They were coworkers, boss and subordinate now, so they couldn't...

Julieta felt a whisper in her mind that told her that they didn't always have to be like that...that if she wanted, she could just go back to serving Rustal and still have her Gaelio...still have the kind man she enjoyed waking up to each morning, whose warmth now was a staple in her sleep.

Fortunately she was swept from her unprofessional thoughts by the entrance of yet another, a man of medium height and greying periwinkle hair, "Miss Juris, is there anything I can help you with?"

Gallus Bauduin had entered the room from a side entrance and so he had not yet seen Gaelio or Almiria who stood a bit across the room from where she sat, Gallus' eyes tied to some paperwork he had been handed to deal with by his servants on the way to the living room.

Almiria broke his attention to these documents with her energetic leap from Gaelio's arms to run over to her father, "Daddy, daddy! Gaelio's back!"

"Almiria-" her father began to chastise her silly assertion that her brother was back and alive when his eyes lifted and actually say him standing right there, "Gaelio..."

Gaelio cracked a grin at his father's surprise, "Hello, Father."

Almiria hugged her father tightly as her face nestled into his side, the young girl summarizing what happened in her own way, "He beat Macky up for trying to kill him and for trying to marry me for bad reasons. Gaelio's a hero, daddy!"

"Gaelio, my son..."

Gallus was stunned to say the least to find that his firstborn child was alive, mixed with the fact that he apparently was one of the ones who caused McGillis' death Gallus had just recently been informed of and was thinking of how to tell Almiria, and that McGillis had in fact been the one to have caused everything to begin with. As he tried to think of what to say upon obtaining this information, Gaelio spoke instead with an apology.

"I am sorry I took so long to return. There was a lot I had to take care of before I could come back to all of this."

That seemed about right, Gallus presumed given what information he had just been fed in an abridged format. He gestured to where he had come from for Gaelio to come with him, for Gallus did not wish to have the conversation he intended to have while others were present.

"Almiria, your brother and I need to speak. Would you entertain our guest in the meantime?"

"Yes, Father," Almiria chirped as she rushed over to join Julieta, while Gaelio moved to take her place at their father's side. On his way, he leant by Julieta and whispered in her ear.

"Wish me luck."

On his way out Julieta called after him instead with a different kind of wish in a hushed tone.

"I wish you sense."

Julieta was worried how Gaelio's conversation with Gallus might go, so she wished him not something as silly as luck but rather something he should focus on: sense. He needed to explain to his father everything and not lose his head in the tempest of emotions he must feel about all of this...

When they left, Julieta added to her wish however.

"Good luck..."


"I heard about what happened on Mars. Was that your doing?"

Now in his father's study, Gaelio took a seat on one of the chairs the room provided just as the door shut behind them. Gallus moved to go sit in his own chair, his face stolid as he thought about just what this all meant.

"Yes. At Edmonton I was attacked by McGillis while I was battling Tekkadan. McGillis revealed to me that he had engineered Carta Issue's death, and then told me of his intentions to kill me and marry Almiria."

Gallus felt the color drain from his face at hearing his would-be son-in-law, a boy he had watched grow up alongside his very own son and had treated with respect and kindness for many years despite the boy's background, had done such a terrible act. When it was said aloud though, pieces started falling into Gallus' mind which confirmed the statement. Where had McGillis been at Edmonton? Why was it that the mobile suit which defeated the Kimaris was recently found being used by Isurugi, Fareed's subordinate? Why had every single thing turned in McGillis' favor all at one moment, gaining a windfall of power at the expense of his father while the other families of the Seven Stars suffered greatly?

Seeing on his father's pensive face that he was beginning to understand, Gaelio continued on with his explanation for what had happened, "I survived due to his carelessness, and Rustal Elion took me in. Since then, I have been helping him against McGillis, waiting for the opportunity to repay him for what he had done."

Now all of the pieces made sense to Gallus...but that did not mean that everything was fine and settled in his mind. He still had his questions and thoughts he wanted to bring up with Gaelio now.

"If you had come home and told us of this we could have handled this with diplomacy rather than bloodshed. I'm sure there was evidence we could have used to ensnare that snake, and at the very least I would have broken his engagement with your sister."

"I know that, and I know things might have worked better if I had just come home, but what if I showed my face and we couldn't convict him of his crimes? What if he manipulated those proceedings like he manipulated everything else he dealt with?" Gaelio explained his course of action, admitting the fault present but also seeming to believe that it was the correct decision, "So I bided my time, and in the end I forced the truth out of him in battle. I have a recording of the encounter, in which he admits to his ambitions, and I have Julieta's testimony concerning the battle as well."

A recording of McGillis from the battle? Gallus was impressed that Gaelio had thought ahead and prepared for such evidence, since it could mean a great deal when there was a formal hearing on the matter. The death of a member of the Seven Stars was a high profile issue whether it was a simple matter such as illness or if it was more complex such as this battle...which, if looked at through a certain lens, could be considered murder.

Still, if McGillis was on tape admitting to his crimes, and there was the testimony of another who had been there during it, then this could all be resolved with time...not easily, but it could still be dealt with. If McGillis was a traitor who was conspiring with their enemy it was no longer an attack on a member of the Seven Stars but rather upon an enemy combatant.

"Good. When this is investigated that will come in handy," Gallus let out a breathe of relief, during which time he came to realize something else, something he felt ashamed for and for which he hung his head in said shame, "I am sorry, my son. These past months I have looked after McGillis, thinking him your friend and a future member of our family...if I had known..."

"I understand," Gaelio replied with some terseness, wanting to be angry that others did not see through McGillis' deception but being unable to thanks to how he had been one of its primary victims. Still, the news concerning McGillis was not all that he had come to speak of with his father, "His death was not all that happened on Mars."

"Yes, I hear you defeated a Mobile Armor. To think that you not only would come home having ousted a traitor, but with an Order..." Gallus had stood up when Gaelio brought mention to the other event on Mars, and after moving over to where Gaelio was he put a firm hand down on his shoulder as he wore a prideful smile, "I am proud of you, Gaelio."

To his father's surprise Gaelio shook his head no, "In truth, Julieta was the one to finish it. She deserves the honor and the Order."

"Gaelio, now think. If you allow her to take it, then that will only help the Elion family," he narrowed his eyes at his son with some apprehension, as if he wasn't making sense, "Now, I have heard rumors concerning this Julieta Juris after I received news of her part in the Mars conflict. Rumors that she and Rustal Elion's mysterious ally Vidar are romantically involved."

To this, Gaelio said nothing, and in saying nothing he said a great deal to his father.

Still, to hear it from Gaelio's own mouth, Gallus pressed him on the issue, "Is there truth to this?"

"These past months she is all I have had."

All he had possessed was his anger...his wish to exact vengeance upon McGillis for what he had done to Carta, for what he had done to Ein...for what he had done to him. In this sea of rage, he had but a single island of normalcy in the form of the woman who constantly sought him out to talk to him. Someone who reminded him of his close friend Ein in her loyalty and desires, someone who had reminded him of Carta in her attitude which was constantly pushing him.

Had he not had her, Gaelio believed he may have slipped into insanity and despair following his revenge. He had but one thing on his mind before, but she gave him a glimpse at the things and people he cared for again.

Gallus could see on his son's face where his heart lay, making what he had to say next all the harder since he honestly wished to support his son's desires, just not when it came at the expense of their family, "Whatever your feelings may be towards this woman, romantic or platonic as they may be, do remember that you are a representative of the Bauduin family. So I ask of you, do not let this Order slip by. I do not want it to bolster Rustal Elion's power. He already has the support of the Kujan family, he does not need more political power."

"I had another idea, Father. One where neither Rustal or I gain the Order."

Gallus blinked, "If not you, or Rustal, then..."

Julieta had obtained it he realized, having just automatically done as others would have and assumed an Order by her meant an Order for Rustal...but that was not how Orders were obtained back at the founding of Gjallarhorn, at least not in any official records. No, an Order was obtained by being the one to defeat a Mobile Armor. While it had been hundreds of years, she had done exactly what had made the original Seven Stars what they were...she had the same right as any of their families did now of sitting at the table and leading Gjallarhorn, even if her single Order would have a lower weight than those of the other established families.

Realizing Gaelio's seeming plan, Gallus spoke to confirm this as well, "You would have a new House established? A House with a single Order to its name, but a seat at the table nonetheless?"

Gaelio grinned, his eyes closed as he thought to himself, "Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking."

"I have not contemplated the matter before, but there must be rules against such a thing...a new House for the first time in hundreds of years..."

"I would like your help in making it happen," Gaelio stated plainly, though the weight his voice carried made it feel like a command rather than a simple statement of requiring and wanting aid in some matter.

Having been a politician for decades, Gallus was not about to enter into such murky waters without some light at the end of the tunnel, "And what would we have to gain from this?"

Gallus would soon come to realize that all the time Gaelio had to think on the way back from Mars had been put to good use. It was now that Gaelio unveiled his larger plan, only one piece of which was the Order.

"Julieta is loyal to Rustal, who is like a father to her. I too have some fondness for the man after the grace he has shown me in taking down McGillis," Gaelio shook his head slowly as he grinned still, "But I have no loyalty to him. And I would like to see his premier pilot removed from his toolkit. Make her a political entity, and she can no longer just be a part of Rustal's family, but rather one of her own."

Given that Julieta would be the only member of her 'family', she would be forced to attend to Gjallarhorn business in-person until she arranged for a stand-in of sorts. Not only that, she would be required to be there in-person for particularly important matters that wouldn't allow for someone to substitute for her, meaning that she would have to possess a role more like what McGillis or Carta had rather than be a frontline combatant as she presently was. This would mean that Rustal could not wield his powerful sledgehammer that was Julieta against any and all enemies, and it meant that her own allegiances and goals would begin to drift from just having to do with Rustal's. Even if she still wished to serve him how she wanted, her ability to do so in any direct manner would be drastically reduced.

"Meanwhile, we keep our position quite neutral in Gjallarhorn matters. Rustal is a sign of the corruption in Gjallarhorn, one of those who would see it not change and remain as it is," Gaelio continued to explain his plan while revealing his true feelings on the current order, "McGillis was right about one thing, Gjallarhorn is in need of reform. His methods were sloppy and short-sighted, but the general principle was correct."

Gallus nodded his head, having been the one to teach Gaelio many of the morals and beliefs that would one day culminate in his distaste for Gjallarhorn's present status. While perhaps he was less radical, he could fully support his son in wanting to enact change from within the organization.

"The Kujan family will more likely than not lose its heir in the coming years due to his foolishness. Their family won't recover from his loss, and their power won't go to Rustal upon Iok's passing, removing their power from the table entirely," Gaelio explained, having come to despise as well as count on Iok's complete stupidity that would one day cost him particularly now that neither Julieta nor Gaelio were going to be there to clean up his messes.

"When the dust clears with this Fareed matter, we should make sure we have taken their power for our own by using the relationship he had with Almiria and his family's lack of suitable heir. In compensation for his murder plot and attempt to steal our power, I believe we deserve what he tried taking from us, Order for Order."

Gallus agreed that reparations for the actions of the Fareed family were a must, since they had betrayed Gjallarhorn not only through the scheming of McGillis' father but through the horrific actions taken by McGillis himself. To take in the power of the Fareed family though...that would bolster the Bauduin family's standing to be at the top of Gjallarhorn.

"The Issue family's power will be left unchained to any family with their lack of heir, leaving it essentially extinct like the Kujan family."

An intriguing situation it would be, Gallus thought, to have two families go extinct while another would be created...the power vacuum would favor them, if all went according to plan, but Gaelio's position of staying neutral would have it so that Rustal would still be the one calling the shots. This would result in Rustal not feeling threatened as much by the Bauduin's power, since they would be essentially a nonentity which just observed, while working as Gaelio intended to fix things within Gjallarhorn. When the time called for it they could use their considerable political power to force through more significant changes, but for the time being the Bauduins would likely do best laying low and not drawing ire towards themselves given that their heir slew one of another family, even if that man was a traitor.

"Others will want in on our power as we come to be one of the leading families of the Seven Stars, or at least what they perceive to be an in on our power. Of these, only Rustal Elion currently stands as a political rival, and given our seeming agreement with his policies by not taking direct action against him he will feel comfortable with us as his ally," Gaelio looked up at his father, "He will want to keep an eye on us however to ensure our continued loyalty. Someone he trusts of course."

"Should Julieta Juris have an Order of the Seven...no, Eight Stars, she would be a prospective wife of many..." Gallus smiled to himself as he realized that even this fell into his overall plan, "Rustal would think that a single Order would be a way of buying our loyalty, giving us a bone to chew on while she serves as his eyes and ears on our family. He would support you, her close friend, marrying her for the inside access it would grant to our family, this near adopted daughter of his."

Gaelio nodded, glad his father understood him, "Julieta is loyal and dedicated, but if I can bring her to the point where she would side with our family over his, we would gain an Order while also fooling Rustal into thinking us his passive allies who he has control over."

"With your plan, we would become the essential powerhouse behind Gjallarhorn...impressive, Gaelio, but I must ask: to what end?"

"I wish to reform Gjallarhorn, and I understand that it will not happen overnight. While McGillis would betray and kill others to gain his power, I am content with making allies of my enemies. Let Rustal think that things are remaining the same, as he wants, while working within Gjallarhorn to change it step by step. Focus on recruiting people of principle, reform our training agencies so as to not lose their character, root out corruption where it remains..." Gaelio closed his eyes again as he looked down, "Improve it all one step at a time."

"This is what you would have our family do?"

It was a serious question, one which Gallus thought was important. If they were going to commit to this, it would be a major and important undertaking, so he had to know that Gaelio was serious both about his own part in this as well as his family's.

"Yes, and I would like to ask for your help."

Gallus smirked down to his son again, giving him a supportive nod as he came to accept this forecast for the future and the general idea of how they would carry themselves in the years to come, "If you believe this to be our future, you have my full support."

He did have a condition though.

As Gaelio stood up to face his father, Gallus smirked at his son with some amusement, "However, Gaelio, I would like to get to know this Julieta Juris before I give my blessing."

"Of course," Gaelio assured as his father placed his hands on his shoulders, having to reach up somewhat to reach Gaelio's shoulders since Gallus was only of average height while the men of his late wife's family all were tall and muscular like Gaelio was.

"Gaelio, for years I have hoped you would take a bride. Every time you received a marriage offering I prayed you would take it, but eventually I came to realize my son was not just going to let others decide his heart's place for him."

Gallus let out a hearty laugh as he continued on as he saw some embarrassment creep up on his son's face, "From what I hear of Rustal's subordinate, she is quite willful and disrespectful towards Iok Kujan while wholly obedient towards Rustal. Can you weather a sharp tongue at your side?"

Gaelio blushed at his father's question, finally coming to admit that he wished to spend his life now with the woman whose mouth knew no censor, "Her spirited nature is one of the things I enjoy about her, rather than one of the things I hold against her. She shows respect where it is due and not an ounce more.

"I look forward to speaking with her then. I may just see the spirit of your mother in her. While she was my biggest supporter and the love of my life, she never spared me my due criticism..." Gallus' expression softened as he began to regret perhaps some of his own past mistakes, "I sometimes wonder if I would be the same, if things would be the same if she were still here. She inspired in me such passion and drive, drive which I have found lacking since..."

While he was easy-going and often played the role of peacemaker in Gjallarhorn's chambers, his wife had been a spitfire like Julieta sounded like. He wondered if she were alive if she would have rooted out the insincere McGillis before he ever became the rotten apple he became...and if she had been around, would he have become so complicit in the sort of behavior in Gjallarhorn he taught his children to abhor?

Gaelio needed that sort of wife by his side, his father decided, if he was going to embark on this journey. He needed to have that center, that support each step of the way while also having the voice to question him when needed.

"If you have found that feeling in this woman, there is no-one better to help you accomplish your aspirations."

Gallus reached out and brought his son into a hug, one which Gaelio returned softly as the two rekindled their bond after so long apart.

"Now, if you are going to ask her to marry you, I might have something for you..."

Under Your Mask (Vidar/Julieta, Chapter 6)

Fun fact, I have another Gundam story for those of you out there who enjoy Gundam content. The name is "All Hail Zeon", and it's about Gaelio's UC Gundam counterpart Garma Zabi and his family and allies, so if you like Gaelio, you'll probably like Garma as well. Love to have you join me over there as well should Universal Century Gundam be your thing, but if not I am always grateful for your readership here.

Thank you to MikePriest83 and EchoWing for your comments last chapter, for they were very much appreciated and I hope to continue hearing from you in the chapters to come!

I hope you all enjoyed, and any thoughts you have would be most appreciated in the comments below!

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"Mira, how about we try something different?"

"And how do you suppose we do that?"

"Turles, Slug, and Cooler helped us spice things up, but why stop at just a couple interlopers?"

"They have to be of a certain power. Too strong and we cannot harvest the energy from their battles, and if they are too weak..."

"Why bother. Precisely what I am thinking...so for this time period there are those reject Androids, the screaming madman...peers, yes, but do we need more Androids or another Saiyan?"

"Who else is there?"

"While we have our fun with the timeline, why not delve elsewhere? I am sure there are some others we can use...we wouldn't want to let perfectly good warriors and monsters go to waste, now would we? Especially not when we can spawn them all on our own right at the time period we wish...those Dragon Balls have had their uses for our foes, and now they shall serve us, with a little finessing..."


Located nearby the house of Master Roshi the Turtle Hermit was a brutal yet equal display of power between two of the world's strongest combatants, the Namekian named Piccolo and the Android designated Seventeen, as the latter sought to force the former to tell him the location of Goku. Doctor Gero had programmed his Android creations to seek out Goku and exact his revenge upon the man who ruined the Red Ribbon Army, but after killing their creator the Androids named Sixteen, Seventeen, and Eighteen had taken to finding Goku at their own pace as if it all were a game despite their programming.

Seventeen and Piccolo were of equal power levels, though their specialties did differ and made their battle more than a clash of the exact same power: whereas Piccolo swung harder, Seventeen was more agile and capable of taking advantage of his opponent's openings better while avoiding retribution. Whereas Piccolo could regenerate his body and limbs if need be, Seventeen had unlimited energy and could fight eternally if need be so long as he was not defeated in one fell swoop.

Both of them were aware of their relative positions in the conflict, with even Seventeen in all his smugness being able to admit that his opponent was far more capable than the last time they fought and was actually a worthy opponent. However, there was a reality to their situation that served as a tie-breaker between the two: so long as Piccolo did not just instantly kill Seventeen, Seventeen would wear him down and eventually be able to overcome him when Piccolo's stamina faltered. It was a matter of time before Piccolo was slain in his opposition to the Androids, with the only allies he had who could truly help him far away from the battle preparing for and in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

After a series of blows traded evenly at blurring speeds between Seventeen and Piccolo the two separated themselves to gather their bearings, with Seventeen grinning at his opponent who he could see beginning to show signs of exhaustion, "Give it up, Piccolo. You may be as strong as me, but my power is infinite. You're slowing down bit by bit, while I can fight until the end of time."

Piccolo grinned back, for while he was not one prone towards humor usually, he was actually quite enthralled by the close nature of this conflict. There had been moments when he thought he had vanquished Seventeen only to find that instead the Android had escaped certain death be it through a reversal of Piccolo's attack or be it through the reveal of Seventeen's powerful barrier he possessed to shield him. His allies did not appear worried at all about the situation given this, with Android Eighteen occasionally shifting her hair lazily to fix it after the island shook with the power demonstrated by the fighters, and with Sixteen seemingly ignoring the conflict entirely as he looked off towards the ocean as if he were curious.

If Seventeen and his comrades wanted to think that he was going to win, however, Piccolo would let them: letting him get full of himself and make careless mistakes would only serve to benefit Piccolo in the long run.

"We'll see about that, Seventeen. That arrogance will get you killed."

The two fighters rushed forth towards one another to re-engage their combat once again, their minds enthralled by the rush of the battle and also afraid of what might happen if they fail to continue putting forth the same power and effort as they had until then given just how close it was. When one would strike the other they would have an attack returned right back at them making for a thrilling display of two equal warriors dueling that had the unfortunate circumstance of only being performed before a pacifist and a girl who was more worried about how the conflict might ruin her stolen clothing than anything else about it.

A third viewer who was also not enthralled by the battle happened to come by just then as Seventeen and Piccolo's next strikes were thrown out of balance and their attacks harmlessly flew by one another as a gust of wind hurled them out of the other's way.

"Ahem."

Seventeen jumped to his feet first, recovering with a speed which belied his anger at having both his fight interrupted and his favorite scarf-bandana torn a bit by the vicious wind of whoever this interloper was. He looked around manually, not possessing the ability to scan power levels like Sixteen or the training to sense them like many of Piccolo's allies, and eventually came to look at where Sixteen had been staring for quite some time, apparently having sensed the approaching person without mentioning it. This told Seventeen that, wind or not, they weren't enough of a threat for Sixteen to actually care, which soothed some of Seventeen's worry that it was someone who might actually pose a problem.

The interloper was a woman with light blue skin and with hair a darker shade of blue, with a golden fixture shaped like a tentacle going down the middle of her long flowing hair that ran down her back. Her teal robes had a darker teal scarf at the top, below which hung a necklace seemingly made of shark teeth, and adorning her forearms were a pair of simple bracelets that were mimicked with a similar set around her lower shins. Possessing only short sleeves and her robe ending at her knees before spreading out in a jagged pattern that revealed her lower legs, she had no shoes or socks to match her aquatic theme as she hovered above the water at the island's edge.

What got to Seventeen was not her clothing however but rather the smug yet calm expression she wore on her face at the same time. Wiping off a bit of blood from his cheek where the wind had cut him, Seventeen then pointed the same hand's thumb away from the island as he shot an annoyed glare back at her.

"Hey, we're in the middle of something here. Beat it, lady."

Seemingly having a similar ego to the Android who thought himself the strongest being on the planet, the woman placed a hand on her hip as she lazily hovered in place and looked over the destruction that the island had undergone, "I would like to ask why you see fit to destroy my islands in your little game."

It was true that there had been quite the collateral damage to the landscape as Seventeen and Piccolo slammed one another down into the ground and stray ki blasts left craters in their wake and cracks in the dirt could be seen where shockwaves had ripped through it as aftereffects for Seventeen and Piccolo having their strikes clash. Still, the thought that this person, whoever she was, owned the islands that were being damaged in this little spat amused Seventeen since they certainly didn't look like they were anyone's property.

"Sorry, lady, but we're settling some business that's probably way over your head. So just go on your merry way and we'll finish up here soon enough. Until then I don't have time for you, so make scarce unless you want the next beating."

The woman raised a hand to her mouth as she let out a noblewoman's laugh, with her taking his threat as a joke, "I can't even sense your power, Human, and yet you dare to tell me what to do?"

Eighteen snorted as her brother continued to argue with some random woman who didn't appear to be all that threatening outside of a little wind she could seemingly throw around. Seventeen was more focused on 'fun' and indulging his ego than just finishing things it seemed, since Eighteen had been expecting him to finish this fight already with the prior assumption that Seventeen was still more powerful than Piccolo, who had actually received a severe power boost by fusing with the Namekian known as Kami prior to the battle. To Eighteen, it seemed now like Seventeen was just deliberately wasting time.

Sixteen on the other hand calculated that this newcomer's power level was below Seventeen's by a fair margin, enough to challenge him but not actually a full threat towards him. She could tip the balance in favor of Piccolo, at which point Sixteen supposed he or Eighteen would have to break things up, but he would rather not be forced into such a position since it would not mean fighting Goku, his one and only goal presently, but rather some other person, which would bring him no pleasure. Fighting for fun was foreign to him unlike Seventeen or Eighteen.

In an attempt to make fun of the person daring to interfere with his battle Seventeen gave her a mocking bow, "So, to who do I owe the pleasure, your Highness?"

She could sense his insincerity, but all the same the blue woman indulged his request for a name anyways with a haughty turn of the head, "Princess Oto is what I am called, and you would do best to remember it."

Seventeen stood back up and casually turned his back on her as he focused again towards Piccolo, who had been observing them in seeming worry that he too might have to fight two foes all of a sudden, "My apologies, Princess, but I don't really care. If you want to do something about us, feel free to go ahead and try, but I'm a bit busy here and don't have time for floating blue people who don't know what shoes are."

"I am Princess Oto, Shadow Dragon, and Goddess of Wind and Water," the one named Oceanus Shenron gripped her fists as her face flushed red out of anger, "I will not forgive such insolence!"

When she waved a hand and a violent gust of wind hacked away at Seventeen this time he was prepared and he braced himself with his arms, the sleeves on his forearms being torn as he protected himself from the brunt of the attack. The strike pushed him back a good twenty feet even as he dug his feet into the ground, and the blood dripping from his arms made Seventeen realize that he actually would have to take her a bit more seriously than he had been. When her follow up attack struck him, it was not his body which endured it but rather a force field he summoned to protect himself from any repercussions. He hated using it since it felt like a cowardly tool, but some times called for its usage and so he decided that since he couldn't block the air itself on his own that he ought to be able to rely upon it.

Sitting within his barrier and slowly powering it off as Oceanus Shenron began to realize that he was invulnerable from within, Seventeen made a 'come at me' gesture to goade her further, "Any other titles you want to add to the list I'll make you eat when I'm done with this one?"

Having seen this little argument go on long enough which didn't have to do with their goal of killing Goku, Eighteen chastised her brother for not just focusing on Piccolo and beating him already, "Seventeen, stop wasting time. We took forever to get here, I'm not wasting any more time waiting for you to finish squabbling with some woman."

Oceanus formed a symbol with her hands which then resulted in the wind around Eighteen hurling her back into a small rock outcropping on the island. As Eighteen was caught protectively by Sixteen, the Shadow Dragon who did not belong in this timeline scoffed at Eighteen's attempt to interfere, "Ohohoho, really? You had best pay your respects, harlot, along with that rebellious boy who looks like a girl, the slug, and-"

Her attention on Eighteen and Sixteen, Oceanus Shenron turned just in time to see Seventeen throwing a punch right into her face. She attempted to react but was too late to stop his agile strike that he had leapt forth to perform, resulting in her tumbling back through the air until she caught herself just before Seventeen's follow up charge and erected a barrier of her own to stop him: a tornado which surrounded her and which swatted him away as he attempted to pummel her further for daring to mock his twin.

Despite having been struck Oceanus smirked as a bit of dark blue blood dribbled down her lip, "I'll admit your speed caught me offguard, but that won't happen again."

Another attempt by Seventeen to break through her wind wall revealed that she was invulnerable, and so he flew back to the island where he tried to think of how to defeat this intruder when yet another decided to appear.

"There you are!"

Oceanus turned to see a young man arrive at the scene, the lean man in a Capsule Corporation jacket having flown right up to her. She didn't recognize him, but he seemed to be another fighter if the sword on his back meant anything, "Another one of your friends?"

Piccolo was shocked by how Trunks was here when he ought not to be done training in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber yet, though something seemed...different about this Trunks. He was wearing different clothing than usual and his hair seemed to be different as well, causing Piccolo to question him, "Trunks? What are you doing here?"

Trunks looked away from Oceanus for a moment to address Piccolo, "Correcting an abnormality in the timeline...it's a long story, I'm sorry I can't say more, but we have to defeat her before...we have to defeat her soon!"

Seventeen recognized the brat from when he and Eighteen beat him and the other allies of Goku like they were nothing recently, and since he didn't seem much stronger than then he didn't bother to pay him any more mind than he had then, "Whatever, you two have fun doing that. I'll play with you next, kid, when I'm done with Piccolo here."

All this time Piccolo had not been doing nothing however, and as soon as Seventeen said his name Piccolo said something of his own.

"Special Beam Cannon!"

Seventeen heard the name and threw himself to the side to avoid whatever it was Piccolo was throwing out at him, barely avoiding by inches a piercing strike that would have killed him in one shot as it spiraled in a closer beam across the island.

After Seventeen recovered from sudden leap he had to make to one side he turned to Piccolo with a grin, "Smart, but what a cheap shot Piccolo."

Nearby Trunks, or rather a second Trunks unfamiliar to Piccolo, was charging at and swinging at the Shadow Dragon with a reckless fury born of being pressed for time. He was trying to beat some deadline no-one else there was wary of, and so despite being far more powerful than Oceanus Shenron he was not managing to land a single strike upon her as the wind pushed invisibly his attacks off their mark and which reflected his ki attacks right back at him.

"Why can't my attacks..." not being dim-witted even if he was rushing for time, Trunks recalled some of the details of this particular foe from when Goku and another fought her in a different timeline, "Right! You're the Shadow Dragon of wind and water, Oceanus Shenron!"

As Seventeen had learned, she was protected by the air she held power over, and so long as it remained up she would be invulnerable to any attacks coming in at her no matter how much more powerful they were than her own strength. Trunks had not been there for that encounter himself and so he did not know the details of its weakness, but he remembered there being one, so he decided he ought to try and pinpoint it by attacking more. He had come to stop the sudden emergence of seven entities who should not be here at this point of time, and had now come across his first.

Oceanus scoffed as she watched Trunks fight uselessly against her barrier, striking back at him bit by bit as he bounced off of her invisible barrier with lashes of wind that did not appear to harm him much but were not negligible all the same, "Listen, boy, I'm not quite sure why you are attacking me, but know that if you keep this up you will regret it."

Seeing Seventeen initiate his fight with Piccolo again without interruption had soothed Eighteen's mind a bit, since it had looked like someone was going to ruin that one on one battle until Trunks showed up, but all the same there was a chance that whatever these other two did might indirectly or perhaps even directly influence Seventeen's fight due to the close proximity and the ki blasts being reflected everywhere.

"Sixteen, think we should help out?"

His response came as he stared at and tried to more accurately gauge the power of this 'Shadow Dragon' before them, for she was not powerful in the raw sense of possessing ki significant enough to worry Sixteen but her ability to control the environment around her seemed to possess destructive capabilities beyond her actual power, "Seventeen is still only fighting Piccolo. Depending on the outcome of the battle between those three we may have to intervene."

Eighteen thought that Sixteen must have misspoken and tried to correct him, "Three? I only see two."

Sixteen looked with some concern over towards the other edge of the island, "Now there are four others. The energy I am sensing from this new threat is considerable."

Piccolo too noticed the power emanating from nearby him as he broke off from his fight with Seventeen again, "That power..."

Seventeen noticed Piccolo's distraction and decided to not hit him while he wasn't looking, instead looking to see what had him so shocked and worried that his eyes were frozen in fear, "Oh come on, what is it with all the visitors today?"

Standing elsewhere on the island was a giant humanoid creature with an insectoid appearance, appearing like an overgrown cicada with a beak for a mouth, and a long tail hanging off of its back with a sharp tip to it. Despite its menacing green and black appearance, its voice was seemingly apologetic as it slowly approached Seventeen and Piccolo.

"I do apologize if I have interrupted you."

Glad that unlike Oceanus this one seemed to get that they were busy, Seventeen grinned and gave the same gesture to leave he had given to the Dragon earlier, "It's alright, whatever you are. Just bug off, alright? We have business to handle here, and it's starting to get a little crowded."

"Yes, I'm sure you have quite a lot on your plate..." came the seemingly understanding but also sinister voice of the bug as it continued to slowly draw near. Finally snapping out of his shock at what he had sensed, Piccoloi turned to Seventeen and shouted.

"Seventeen, he's come here to kill you!"

Seventeen's eyes widened as he heard the warning at the exact moment that the monster named Cell lunged at him, "What?"

Cell's tail darted forth at Seventeen and he barely dodged the needle sharp tip, Cell trying again and again to stab Seventeen with it at a speed which was actually on par with Seventeen's own considerable agility. Each swing of the tail drew closer to his body as the confused Seventeen continued to dodge, no longer knowing what the hell was going on.

Up in the air nearby the island Trunks paused his attempt to figure out how the wind wall worked to look and see that they had been joined by yet another, "Damnit, Cell's here!" taking a breathe in, he tried to recover and catch his breath from his relentless probing of Oceanus' defenses, "If I can defeat this Shadow Dragon then things might go as they should, but..."

He shook his head as he realized how tired he felt. There was no way he was already winded, he had been completely well rested before embarking on this mission to stop the timeline from changing due to the meddling of two other time travelers who had less than noble intentions. So why was it that he was so tired after a short skirmish?

Trunks backed away from Oceanus and her barrier so that he could try to make sense of his rapid drain of energy, "What is happening to my power?"

Seeing that he was finally catching on that something was wrong with the fight, Oceanus began let off another of her noblewoman laughs as Trunks slowly dipped in power bit by bit, "I was in the process of empowering my brother Haze when you all interrupted us by destroying my islands, and he has quite the interesting skillset. The longer you fight him, the weaker you'll be you see..."

Trunks' eyes flew open as he suddenly felt despite his extreme bout of lethargy something appear behind him, and he turned to see a large green dragon with a rotund body that basically fused its head and chest swinging a fist down at him.

"Surprise!"

Trunks should have been able to stop the attack with ease on a normal occasion, but he was too slow to react and his power too drained to just take the hit, and so he tumbled down through the air until he caught himself and managed to barely block Haze Shenron's next attack as the fat dragon chased him.

"You too?" Trunks grit his teeth as he realized he had been caught in a trap of sorts by these two dragons, one of them being able to drain energy and weaken its foes while the other was capable of shrugging off nearly any attack. Together they were not perhaps the strongest foes one could face, but most certainly they were dangerous given that they could endure seemingly any foe and whittle them down until they won, much like Seventeen's strategy against Piccolo. This left Trunks with no other option but to try and finish things even faster than he had, for he could not allow for both of these Shadow Dragons to wreak havoc on the timeline as they seemed to be about to by interfering here, "I suppose I can't hold anything back then!"

Oceanus watched as the boy's hair turned blonde and spiked up, though she didn't particularly care that he was now emanating a great deal more power, for he now was also losing just that much more: Haze sucked off a percentage of someone's energy and power they were using in a manner of speaking, and so by powering up all the opponent was doing was speeding up how fast they would lose their energy reserves. Sure, it meant things would be more dangerous for them, but it also meant they didn't have to hold out as long.

Since the blonde half-Saiyan was going to burn himself out in trying to defeat them soon enough, Oceanus decided to turn her attention over to the other scuffle going on. Seventeen had been grabbed and forced down into the ground as Cell held his tail over him threateningly, pulling in her interest greatly as she had no idea what that tail was capable of.

"Haze, deal with him. I am interested in this other fight."

"My pleasure!" her brother laughed as he smacked Trunks down, the blue and corrupted Two Star Dragon Ball in his forehead gleaming in the sun that bore down upon them. Oceanus had her Six Star Dragon Ball shining as well as she began to watch and smirk as that insufferable Human was manhandled by a giant bug.

Before Cell could actually do anything with his tail he was kicked aside by Piccolo, who moved in to protect Seventeen. This attack did not seem to cause the bug creature any harm, but it did give Seventeen the chance to get up and step away from it.

Once he was up, Seventeen had to admit he was thankful that his once enemy just stepped in to help him, "Thanks for the save, Piccolo. What is that thing? You said it is here to kill me?"

Piccolo adopted a fighting pose as Cell regained his bearings, "Its name is Cell, a biological android made by Doctor Gero. His goal is to absorb you and Eighteen with his tail to become the most powerful being that exists," Piccolo growled as he sensed Cell's power level, a level which was far higher than it had been the last time they fought, "And by the looks of it, he's already absorbed countless others to power him up even more. Last time I fought him he was weaker than me, but now..."

"I see," Seventeen nodded, accepting Piccolo's explanation and fully believing that Doctor Gero would create a monstrosity like this. After the madman kidnapped two teenagers and forcibly turned them into cyborgs, said teenagers had no trouble believing that he was a complete monster who could spawn even more. Still, Seventeen knew he had an infinite power generator inside of him that ought to make him the most powerful being there was, so he wasn't going to put up with some creature trying to take that power for itself, "Sorry, Bug, but I'm already the most powerful being there is. There isn't room for two, so if you don't want to die you had better run and hide back wherever Gero made you."

Cell seemed to be amused by Seventeen's defiance, though what he truly was was glad that Seventeen wasn't just running away, "Oh come now, Brother, don't you want to know what perfection feels like?"

"No need. The perfect warrior is already standing right here," Seventeen pointed to himself before beginning a charge at Cell, "I'll show you where I sent our dear creator!"

Seventeen's speed was revealed to be just beneath that of the creature he was fighting when his attack struck nothing but the air, with Cell then appearing beside him and bashing Seventeen down into the dirt. Before Cell could further fight him he found himself being pushed backwards by a gale of wind that was most definitely supernatural in nature given its strength. He looked up to see that Oceanus Shenron had lowered herself down to stand by Seventeen as he got back up, the Dragon seemingly joining Piccolo in deciding to defend him.

"Claws off the Human. I intend to make him bow to me, and he can't do that if you eat him or whatever it is you do with that tail," Oceanus explained as she casually joined the fray against Cell, "As much as I may dislike Scarf boy, I can feel the souls of countless innocent people screaming from you. How can I have Humans adore me as their goddess if you consume them all?"

Cell narrowed his animalistic eyes at her, none too pleased by how the wind had just torn into his chitinous body and actually hurt him to some degree, "And you are?"

Ever pleased to brag and present herself, the Dragon gave a mocking bow much like what Seventeen had shown her earlier, "Oceanus Shenron, goddess of the Six Star Dragonball, and controller of both wind and water. I am not in the best of moods today, so leave now if you wish to escape with your life."

Seeing one of the misplaced villains taking up arms against Cell caused Trunks to panic as he realized just how bad things could get from here and off the rails from what ought to be, "No! I can't let the timeline change like this! Mira and-"

He coughed up blood as Haze Shenron punched him with a massive fist into the gut, the dragon's hand being almost half the size of Trunks' body. This done, Haze reappaeared behind Trunks and shoved his shoulder out, upon which rested a set of massive spikes. Trunks howled in pain as his side was impaled upon one of them, and Haze tore him off of it to begin beating the time traveler savagely as the last of the Saiyan's power drained from him.

Oceanus cast her gaze back up towards her brother, "Haze, stop beating the fool and let him speak. I am curious about what he has to say."

Haze did as his older sister said and stopped harming Trunks, only to find that his opponent had fallen unconscious. He tucked Trunks under his shoulder as he looked back down at his sister, "Can I eat him?"

Cell launched forward when he thought Oceanus was not paying attention, only to find himself blasted back by the same wind wall the others had. This pleased Oceanus as it seemed her enemies weren't paying attention to how each other had failed before them, too enraptured by their own conflicts to care how she had managed to block her attacks. Still free to talk, she spoke back to Haze in a strict tone, "Do as you please later, but just toss him aside for now. I want him to tell me what the Hell he is talking about with 'time' when he gets up, but right now this abomination is my priority."

Seventeen tried to attack again, but he found himself blocked by the wind wall from its inside just as Cell was again forced back from its outside. Given its invisible nature they were unable to see just where it had a gaping flaw, leaving both Seventeen and Cell irritated about being unable to reach the other as Oceanus hurled wave of cutting wind after wave at Cell. Doctor Gero's ultimate creation was none too pleased by this and tried to fight through it all, but he was pushed back bit by bit even as he tried to stand his ground.

It dawned upon Cell that he did not possess these powers himself and that such a powerful ability as controlling the wind in this manner might be beneficial to a perfect creature, so he decided to add a little something to his menu as he finally broke free of her attacks by channeling his power and unleashing the full might he had inside of him. Souls cried out as he formed a barrier not of the sort Seventeen possessed but of raw power garnered from the innocent Human beings he had consumed prior to the battle.

No longer pressed back, Cell began to bring his hands back to form a Kamehameha wave all the while smirking at his own genius, "If you are going to continue interfering, I could use the appetizer before my perfection is achieved."

Beside Oceanus, Seventeen grinned as he glanced over at the enemy of his enemy that was now not really his friend but still helping him, "Guess Cell likes seafood."

The previously calm Oceanus went straight to abject fury as her face ran red and her arms and fists shook with anger at the slight she just suffered, "What did you call me!?"

Seventeen crossed his arms and shrugged, "Nothing, Blue."

Oceanus shoved him outside of her barrier and decided that she would enjoy making him bow down once this threat was taken care of, since he was so arrogant as to think himself better than her, a god in her own opinion.

Cell unleashed his attack towards the wind barrier protecting Oceanus now, ignoring Seventeen nearby it entirely, and tried to force his way through...only to find that his attack was hurled to the side harmlessly, and that just at that moment a beam with a narrow spiral around it pierced through his chest.

Looking down to the gaping hole in his chest, Cell spent a moment coughing up blood before he looked over to where Piccolo stood, Seventeen having joined him after Cell's Kamehameha. Glaring at the two of them, Cell took a step forward only for another gust of wind to push him back farther than he had stepped forward. Now growing enraged at how many others were interfering with his plans even though he was the strongest there, Cell growled at them both.

"You again..." the hole on his chest and the wounds on his body began to fade as he used the genes he possessed from Piccolo to regenerate his body as Namekians were capable of, "So both Piccolo and the water sprite wish to stand in the way of my perfection..."

Using the same speed he had used prior to overcome Seventeen in close combat, Cell launched forth at Piccolo with fury.

"Fine then! I'll make short work of you both!"

It would be a bloody, brutal conflict, but none of those still conscious were aware that they were all being watched by two other time travelers who could only grin at how much chaos was being sewn by the inclusion of a few extra villains to the era of Cell.

Towa smirked as she wondered if the monster would manage to overcome these obstacles and come out of it stronger for the effort...or if he would need a hand to get there, one which the demon was more than willing to provide if it would bring her what she sought.

To say that standing in front of a door for a room with no-one inside of it and would continue to have no-one inside of it for the foreseeable future was a boring task would be to understate the issue. While standing silently in front of a door was a boring task on its own, guarding a room where you knew no-one was made things seem far worse.

It was in this manner that Emmerich and Amir were both horribly bored out of their mind as they waited for Garma to show up finally, having been guarding his office to make it appear like he was not in fact missing and to prevent a panic. They had been assured he was fine after he had been considerably late, and so now they just needed to pretend like everything was normal.

Each of them were nursing minor wounds from the assassination attempt the night before, but after the temporary guards assigned to Garma managed to lose track of him the base was not about to let their professional guards skip duty over scrapes and bruises they could still function with.

Emmerich was busy trying to come up with theories as to what Garma may be doing in his time away from everyone's watchful eyes, perhaps some James Bond stuff again, while Amir was mourning the deaths of the men they killed the night before. After all, since they were dead they weren't able to be interrogated. Such a waste.

"Hey guys. How's it going?"

Amir snapped out of visions of what he wanted to do to the bastards who just tried assassinating Garma and Emmerich snapped out of imagining spy movie action scenes starring Garma to see that Kinue was walking by when she stopped to say hello. Emmerich blinked as he noticed something odd about her.

Clothes? Same. Carrying papers related to work? Normal. Hair? The exact same hairstyle she always had.

No, she was really happy about something. As in, Emmerich hadn't seen her happier since they met, and he was actually taken aback by coming to this realization. After all, he didn't expect her to be the happiest camper on the planet: someone tried killing her and then she had to work for the nation invading her own without any real choice, her brother was possibly in danger and she couldn't do anything to protect him, and while some people liked her for being moderate in a time of extremists, said extremists were very vocal in their hatred for her.

So she smiled often enough, but now it looked genuine and Emmerich was actually happy to see his friend like this, even if he had no idea why she was brimming with positive energy.

To hide his shock at her bright demeanor Emmerich turned his attention to the side, eyeballing the door and his partner, who seemed to be similarly noticing Kinue's change in demeanor, "Well, the door is looking awfully nice today, wouldn't you say Amir?"

Amir rolled his eyes and went back to being bored out of his mind, since Garma still wasn't there. Kinue on the other hand appreciated the small joke and laughed along with it, still carrying herself in a lively manner as she spoke in the same contented and happy tone she had used to inform them earlier over the phone that Garma was fine. Emmerich had thought she was just glad Garma was okay when they were on the phone, but now he was beginning to have doubts that that was all.

"I'm going to go to my office, so if you guys need me for anything just let me know."

Emmerich saluted her and fostered a large grin as he became infected by the energy she held, "Will do, Kinue. Have fun making the people love us!"

Amir flatly responded a joke of his own, though it might have gone by the heads of the other two, "Some members of the Federation already love Garma."

"People sure do," Kinue let out a content sigh as she departed, "Have fun with the door."

"We will!" Emmerich called after her, waving goodbye as he was left to once again stand bored in front of an empty room. Amir wasn't chatty most of the time, and talking casually in sight of others was inappropriate for their line of duty, so they saved all the would-be chatter for when Garma let them inside his office usually.

This time though Emmerich still had something on his mind, and no-one was around, so he engaged in the sort of idle chit-chat Amir normally shied away from.

"She seems happy today."

"Compared to all the times she is depressed," came the deadpan response, Amir mocking the simple observation given. Yes, sometimes people looked happy. What a groundbreaking discovery.

Emmerich balked at his friend's seeming indifference to the difference in their Federation born ally, "You know what I mean! Comparatively!"

Amir revealed another reason for his seeming lack of care, one based in something he had contemplated earlier, "I'm not surprised. Lord Garma was missing last night."

"So? Those guys who followed him said he was just going out for a walk."

"Where do you think he stayed the night?"

Where he...

Emmerich's eyes bugged out and he gawked at what Amir was suggesting. After a brief display of his surprise, shook his head and dismissed the silly idea.

"Nawwww, can't be. Lord Garma's too prim and proper for something like that."

While he knew Kinue had feelings for their superior officer, and Amir believed the same, neither knew much of their commander's opinion back towards her except that he seemed comfortable around her just like he seemed to enjoy their company. That Amir would suggest that Garma would suddenly take things to that level and engage in a wholly unprofessional relationship was shocking to Emmerich. Garma wasn't the sort to do that, he thought.

No, Garma was an old-fashioned prude, and since Kinue wasn't wearing a ring on her finger Emmerich was quite sure she hadn't been seduced by their boss the night before. Though if somehow he had accomplished such a feat perhaps in a couple weeks the Zabis would be announcing a sudden marriage and it would just so happen that Kinue was pregnant, and then they could name their newest child after their extremely devoted and loyal guards, and everyone would live happily ever after.

Or so Emmerich hastily thought as a justification as to why Amir's idea was ridiculous while also contemplating the ramifications if his friend was correct. For his part, Amir shrugged and continued to look ahead with the same bored expression he had been holding for hours.

"He was missing, she's glowing like a ray of sunshine. You do the math."

"It seems you already have," Emmerich chuckled as he realized they really were on the same page of the issue that, while technically minor, actually had possible political implications, "When did you notice?"

"Miss Crossroad obviously has feelings for Lord Garma, and he could certainly do worse."

Amir, who had noticed that Garma seemed attracted to Eschonbach's daughter, felt like they had dodged a bullet there even if she hadn't. While furious that a man had killed his own daughter, a dark thought had crept into Amir's mind that perhaps it was for the best. He was no engineer or rocket scientist himself, but he had not sensed any real intelligence from Eschonbach's daughter in his brief time around her. The idea of having an idiot innocently corrupt the gene pool of the Zabi family sat wrong with Amir, since he wouldn't want to be mad at her but also didn't want future members of their ruling elite to be dimwits.

On the other side, rumor had it that Kinue had uncovered that certain members of Zeon's Mobile Suit development teams were leaking information to the Federation to aid them in their own research after having combed through documents seized from Eschonbach's personal files. Not because finding that out was her job to do, but that while she was investigating it certain details caught her eye and now back at Side Three some people were having very unpleasant conversations about their actions.

So he had his preference, even if it came about in a darker manner than he would have hoped it to.

Emmerich on the other hand was just glad that it seemed that their friend and boss were making some progress. He only figured out the one-sided devotion of Kinue just recently, but he was all on board to support her...so long as Garma didn't mind.

"I'd say...so, should we play cupid?"

"They'll do what they want to do. I won't stop you though."

That sounded like as close to permission as he would get, so Emmerich grinned as he put his arms up behind his head, "Hehe, I've got some ideas. Too obvious and they'll catch on, but I have the perfect plan."

"I doubt that."

The blunt dismissal took the wind out of Emmerich even though he ought to have expected such a thing from Amir, "Oh come on, meddling in our bosses' personal life is part of what we're supposed to do, right? We can trust Kinue, and she's already a part of our little inner circle, so who better? It might be for our own good as his immediate staff that this works out."

Amir crossed his arms as he too took a more relaxed position, leaning against the door, "I am not disagreeing. I just don't think that you can be subtle enough."

Emmerich brought a hand over his heart and pretended to be doing some vow, "I solemnly swear that I shall not ruin anything and will in fact make everything better. You watch."

"If you say so."

A few more minutes passed by before another thought crossed Emmerich's mind and he turned to his partner out of curiosity.

"Hey, think they'll name their kids after us?"

Amir balked at the audacious statement, "Emmerich, they aren't even dating yet."

"I'm just saying I think it'd be cool!"

"I doubt Lord Garma or Kinue would name a child after a hamster like your father did."

"Are you calling me a hamster?"

"I know what I said."

Silence returned after Emmerich made a face at Amir for his comment, though it was not too long before Emmerich had yet another inquiry for his partner.

"So, if you were trying to get them to get together what would you do?"

Completely deadpan, Amir spoke as if he actually had the plan in the chamber and ready to fire, "Garma drinks socially at major high-society events. Have the event take a long time so he is sufficiently drunk, perhaps guiding him more towards where the drinks are served. Then, have Kinue drink as well alongside Garma since she might break her usual no-drinking rule for him. Leave the two of them together."

"You think they'd confess if they're drunk?" Emmerich grinned, actually liking the idea a little since it could result in quite the humorous scenario.

"I said nothing about confessions."

A couple blinks later Emmerich formed an o with his mouth and realized that Amir was not talking about anything fluffy or nice, but rather adult and obscene.

"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhh. I get it. Vertical mambo time," Emmerich flipped his nose up as he took umbrage to the suggestion, "But that's just hooking up. Lord Garma's a proper man, remember. Traditional and the like."

Amir smirked at his partner's expression, "In this hypothetical situation I would be counting on it."

That perked Hamtaro's ears up, "Counting on it?"

"Should certain events occur, he would propose out of a sense of obligation. Mission success," Amir explained with a nod.

So...get them drunk, have them hook up, and then have the socially outdated Garma propose to Kinue thanks to being cut from the cloth of ancient society where when a man deflowered a woman he ought to marry her.

Moral implications aside, it could certainly work, but Emmerich refused to stoop to such actions, and to Amir's credit so would he. It was just a hypothetical way of making things work out, since his own method was to allow things to take the course they would.

"That is certainly crafty, but my plan won't require such dastardly manipulation."

Amir retained his grin, "I am still worried."

"Come on, trust me!"

Despite Amir's doubts Emmerich actually did possess a plan, but he wasn't about to clue his partner in on it since Amir was unsubtle and might reveal a piece of it even if he didn't intend to. Best to keep it close to the chest, or so Emmerich thought.

Trivial as it might seem, the future paramour of a Zabi was no small thing to the people of Zeon. Of Degwin's children, only Dozle had sired an heir, with Gihren only having an alleged mistress or series of mistresses while Kycilia had even less known concerning her love life. Garma on the other hand was only twenty and just out of school when the war broke out, so he was perhaps too young for marriage, but youth was a resource which diminished quickly and it would soon be time for him to do his part for his family and contribute towards its continuation unlike the others. And unlike the others, Garma seemed dedicated to the ideals of his family, as compared to Gihren and Kycilia speaking of the ideals while peddling their own goals and purposes behind them.

If Garma was Zeon's future, his future was vital, and a large part of that would be whoever he decided to share his bed with. While Zenna was not particularly active, that was less important due to Dozle being the least politically active and having the smallest public profile of the siblings. He was loved by his men and his soldiers would die for him, but no-one, not even Dozle himself, gave him any consideration at the political and social table because those were not his arenas. Garma and Gihren were the only siblings involved in the three major spheres of life on Side Three: military, politics, and everyday society thanks to their military positions, Gihren's control over politics and Garma's part in inspiring their ideals in others, and finally Gihren's propaganda fueled followers and Garma's immense popularity amongst his population. While Kycilia had little social profile, she did aid Gihren in political matters.

Gihren was only two decades younger than Degwin himself and had no known heirs, so it would appear to their society that one of his siblings would be the one to carry on their legacy upon his passing or abdication of power like what Degwin was passively doing by letting Gihren take his power. And if Kycilia wasn't going to step out of the shadows and Dozle wasn't going to do anything but command troops, that left Garma to pick up the mantle.

So, youngest child or not, Garma was very important to Zeon, and the one who would contribute half of the DNA and parenting of his offspring would perhaps have their mark on history as well should he marry.


"Lord Garma, we were worried!"

It took until late in the afternoon, but eventually someone came by Garma's office and to the guards' surprise it was Garma himself. While Emmerich had expected his superior to walk in looking bedraggled thanks to a restless night born of an assassination attempt on his life, Garma instead smelled of lavender and had a relaxed expression on his rested face. While he had been slowly getting used to the anxiety of his position, it had still been eating at him and his health was on a steady decline.

Now, he seemed to be a man who had taken his medicine and was recovering fully from the sickness that had been killing him day by day.

Garma grinned at them as he and Urabe finished their approach to the office's door. The guard had come by to find Garma while his two subordinates kept up appearances at Garma's office, resulting in Urabe having a bit of information that the other two were not privy to concerning Garma's night that had the tall man grinning.

"Thank you for your concern, but I needed some time to myself. I am sure you understand."

Emmerich bowed from the instinctive salute he had assumed when he saw Garma, "Yes, of course sir. Just...let us know next time?"

Knowing how others might see the time he spent over at a woman's house, Garma would rather not inform others of his whereabouts at all times, "I will try, but no promises."

Now that Garma was actually there, they all went inside his office and went about business as usual, except with the difference that their day's plan had been ruined by the previous day's meeting never happening and the resulting time set aside to deal with issues related to it no longer having meaning. To this thought, Garma eventually spoke and revealed something he had been contemplating ever since his late afternoon breakfast with Kinue.

Seemingly unable to meet their eyes, Garma did some random paperwork on his desk as he spoke to his guards, "I don't know what your schedules are tonight now that ours was ruined, but I was thinking of having you with me for dinner. We have been together for quite some time, but we haven't really gotten to know one another, so I think this would be a good opportunity to rectify that."

To dine with a Zabi? Their Prince who embodied the best of Zeon with his fighting spirit for change? The casual offer shocked Amir in the brief time it took for Emmerich to snap another salute.

"It would be an honor, sir!"

Urabe cocked a grin at his partner who was so enthusiastically accepting the offer, "Thank you for the invitation. It would, as Emmerich has said, be an honor, sir."

Amir was not about to appear to be the only one not in agreement to the idea, so he offered a bow, "Thank you sir."

To hear that none of their voices sounded like they were doing it only out of a sense of obligation relieved Garma. His finger clicked his pen shut and he played with it with one hand while he finally found the courage to look up, "Very well then. Seven would be the ideal time, I believe."

Seven would give them a few hours, and also time for Garma's stomach to gain some room from when he gorged himself on what had been provided to him earlier. Kinue actually was quite the cook, which he supposed made sense since she was the one who had to do all the cooking for herself and her brother for so many years, so Garma had actually filled himself more than he would have normally thanks to the near gourmet level food offered. He certainly wouldn't mind going back to eat with her again, particularly since she made what one could consider 'normal' food rather than the rations provided by the military or the high society, extremely complicated dishes he sometimes had to endure.

It reminded him of Kycilia's cooking, back when she actually did any cooking, and so perhaps some nostalgia played a part to his enjoyment, but the taste was there itself.

If she had not already gone out of her way to provide so much for him that day, a selfish part of Garma's mind would have asked Kinue to cook the meal for him and his guards that night, but he did not want to impose too much on her and also wouldn't want to offend his actual chefs by having his media coordinator take over for them...even if he would probably enjoy it more. They always tried to impress him so much when he sat down for a major meal rather than a quick or regular one as he often did, cooking every complex dish they learned on Earth to try and do right by their leader. Garma didn't have the heart to tell them that he actually didn't like horribly complex meals and would actually be fine just eating plain rice or noodles over something that had to be eaten in a specialized manner using multiple utensils.

He just hoped that whatever ended up being the menu for the night would be alright for his guests.

"We'll be there, wherever 'there' happens to be," Urabe said to reaffirm their collective decision to join Garma for dinner.

Talk of dinner died down shortly thereafter since none of the guards knew how to really keep talking about it other than to thank Garma for his generosity and Garma himself was embarrassed that he was asking his guards to dinner since he had no other friends. Well, not many other friends, since the list was really stuck at a total of about five with the three present, Char, and Kinue.

At least it was a sizable improvement over his previous total of one true friend. Sure, some others treated him nicely at the academy, but Garma did not doubt for a moment that their praise and kindness would have been jealousy and rivalry had he another name but Zabi.

It was another twenty minutes or so before Garma came across a file on his desk related to his hunt for a certain individual, and after some brief time of contemplation and turmoil over whether he should mention it at all, Garma decided that if his men were people he wanted to have dinner with, he could trust them with this matter, particularly since they might be able to aid with it.

With a sigh, Garma massaged his temple as he contemplated the headache of an issue he was facing tracking this one man, "Since I have time I did not expect to have, there is something I would like to ask you all about. I did some thinking on it last night after the attack, and I am honestly impressed by some members of the Federation and what they have managed to accomplish in certain points in the war."

"Taking a liking to the enemy, sir?" Emmerich quipped playfully.

Garma straightened his collar absently, "No, I just know where respect is due. It really came to my mind first after the Antarctic Treaty, when they managed to free Revil, kill Gaia's team, nearly assassinate Miss Crossroad, steal a mobile suit from us, and then use it to wipe out many of our forces stationed there. If I asked any of you to pull off that, or even all of you, do you think you could do it without leaving a trace?"

That question stung Emmerich and Amir, who had been defeated by that Federation soldier when he stole the Zaku from Gaia's team and who had not entirely gotten over the humiliating display. Each of them wanted in their own way to get even with that man, particularly now that it was known and was likely that he was the one to have nearly killed someone they considered a friend. While they mourned the deaths of the Black Tri Stars solely as comrades in arms and nothing more, other Zeon forces had lost their lives too that day and Kinue had nearly died as well, so there was not a shred of love in either Emmerich or Amir's hearts for the man who caused so much destruction in one day as well as the conflict which followed with how the war continued past what was supposed to be its end.

Taking an honest look at their skills, Urabe had to admit that as talented as his men could be in their own ways, there was no way they could accomplish what that one man had given that he had outperformed both of them at the same time, though not without some luck on his side, "We might be able to accomplish the individual tasks of freeing someone, assassinating someone, fighting some injured guards, stealing their mobile suit, and then battle in what we stole, but I am not quite sure who could manage to actually do so without a trace or do so all together at once."

Garma handed the file on his desk over to his men, who took it and were shown some of the details gathered and known from the Antarctic Treaty's conflict. Once they had it, Garma tapped his head towards the back softly, "Given the beating Kinue received in addition to being shot, she has had trouble recounting just exactly what happened to her, or else this mystery would be solved easily. But the case grows more interesting when one considers that she was shot in the part of the base assigned to Zeon. They had to have known where our guards were, while obviously knowing the layout of their own base."

Amir narrowed his eyes as he considered the possibility that there was a traitor within their own ranks to allow for such a thing, "Do you think someone was feeding them information, sir?"

That was a conclusion Garma had come to as well, since it would explain a whole lot and was not entirely out of question given how well the enemy was able to pull off their operation, "That is very possible, because I believe she also happened to be shot with a pistol manufactured in Zeon, meaning they had access to our technology and likely were aiming to frame us for their crime," Garma waved a hand in an irritated fashion as he pulled out a security footage tape he had obtained from the facility only to drop it back into its drawer, "The security cameras gave us no information, with most being wiped before we could seize access to them at the time or being a part of the Federation's side of the base and thus out of our access."

Either Zeon's forces were extremely incompetent, which he didn't want to believe, or the Federation managed to pull one over on them by using some underhanded means...but no matter which it was, it made his job all the harder at locating them. That was why he needed Kycilia's aid, since he had finally given up on trying to figure things out with the resources at his own fingertips. Or, at least, those he had been willing to use.

"Whoever beat you two in that stolen Zaku is skilled, and we can't underestimate them. They escaped, so they very well could show up again."

That was the important thing to keep in mind. If they were handily defeated and humiliated once, it could happen again if they let their guard down. They had a heavy retinue of forces at the Antarctic Treaty and still came out looking like fools, and for the prideful Garma it was both a lesson learned and a bloodied nose on that pride.

Urabe stroked his bare chin as he contemplated the matter, "I am worried about who may be behind them. If there is no trace from what we could find, then that means someone has to be helping them hide. That means they have connections to someone with the power to do that, which would imply that there was a greater reason for their actions."

"I have thought about that as well, but unfortunately the nature of the Antarctic Treaty was such that many of the world's most powerful people were all gathered in one place. Even if it was someone present, there are too many to truly know who could have been behind this soldier," Garma shook his head and sighed at how there was no seeming end to the amount of complicating factors in the mystery, "And that is not to mention all the powers that may be which may have wished to have the conflict continue by disrupting the peace meeting."

Emmerich frowned, displeased by the thought that perhaps someone was pulling all these strings to propagate the war, "Who would benefit though from more people dying? The Federation was losing bad..."

One person at the Antarctic Treaty had rubbed Amir the wrong way especially, but he was struggling to recall his name given their short conversation, "I think I heard that man...Garvey was it? Garvey said something I believe could be seen as threatening, though I am sorry I do not remember the details."

Garma recognized the name as one he remembered hearing about at family discussions about politics, "Kycilia hates him. Unfortunately, we are indebted to him. His funds are part of why we were able to fund the invasion here on Earth," Garma sneered as he thought of his own run-in with the man and who he had with him, a seemingly friendly fellow who Garma was able to tell was as fake as any of the others who regularly tried to pretend to be nice to him, "I wasn't a fan of him and his guard. Mahdi obviously has contempt for those outside his group, while that redhead bodyguard of his was pretty smarmy. He sounded suave, but it was superficial."

"I don't remember Kirks having red hair," Urabe commented, having had his disagreements with the other soldier and remembering Mahdi Garvey's guard quite well.

Seeing that Urabe hadn't run into both of the men who were with Garvey, Garma shook his head, "Not Yonem, someone by the name of Biaggi. Yonem isn't as bad I think, though I do not have too much experience with him admittedly. Kirks was busy looking after Mahdi's daughter like a glorified babysitter."

Amir snorted, "I guess we didn't run into his other guard then. That's a shame, it might have made talking to his jackass of a boss easier."

Clearing his throat, Garma had to agree that Mahdi was quite...unpleasant but also was not about to verbally label him such a thing since to be so confrontational was not in his repertoire of behaviors, "Back to the subject though, I have been trying to investigate it all, but I haven't had much success at all. In fact, the more I look into it the more information seems to slip through my grasp. If I am right that there was someone behind the disruption at the Antarctic Treaty, then we may have a serious conspiracy that needs to be uncovered."

Emmerich winked and gave him a thumbs up, "I think I know just the person for the job then."

Given how obvious it was, Amir and Urabe both seemed to agree with Emmerich and gave Garma knowing looks, who responded with a wave of the hand and shake of the head.

"I am not involving Kinue in this. If they tried killing her once, how do you think they would respond to her looking into them? That is why I have been doing this in secret for the past few months. If Kinue knew, she wouldn't back down from looking into it. She can be relentless, and I won't have her painting another target on herself against the people who sought to kill her in the first place. I do appreciate her interminable attitude, but not here."

Emmerich smirked at Garma's praise of their shared friend, "A noble quality in her line of work, surely."

"Correct, but it is also a lethal one. First her father, and now her. I am sure if I use her for this I will find out what I need, but part of my interest is to protect us all from further attacks by these unknown enemies of ours within the Federation's ranks, who would manipulate events to make the war continue onward even if it would mean the Federation's defeat on Earth. If I sacrifice one of the people I am seeking to protect, what would be the point?" Garma explained, revealing perhaps a less professional side to his ambition to find this culprit.

So long as they were at large and free to act as they would, they posed a threat to even the upper echelons of Zeon's ranks...as well as those around those within those ranks. Garma might be afraid that not only he was in danger, but so were others he cared for.

Emmerich noticed something about Garma's willingness to involve certain people in a life and death matter but not others, and he took joking offense to it, "But you don't mind involving us."

"Your job description is to die for me. Hers is to report the news, hopefully in a way Kycilia and Gihren won't kill her for. There is quite the difference," Garma deadpanned.

"Whatever you say, sir," Emmerich chuckled as he instead came to a different conclusion as to maybe why Garma would want to protect Kinue.

"So..." Garma lowered his head and sighed, drawing a blank of what to say next, "I don't even really know where I am going with this line of thought. The Federation has skilled members in their army it would appear, there is what I believe to be a conspiracy of sorts behind the issue, and I am looking into it all but coming up with very little. If you all find something, please let me know."

"I wouldn't worry about these two withholding information," Urabe commented about his subordinates before turning to look at each of them from where they all stood by Garma's desk, "You two have a score to settle with that guy in the Federation, don't you?"

Amir clenched one fist at the thought of their defeat, "Next time I see that man in the Zaku he won't get away."

Garma noticed that even Emmerich seemed riled up at the defeat they were handed months ago, so he came to grin at how they both seemed quite on board with this search, "Determined. That's good. That anger will serve you well in helping look for them I think, so stay indignant at their actions."

The soldiers seemed to appreciate the light praise, though something out of the corner of Garma's eye kept him from continuing the conversation further: the time.

"However, I am supposed to take a call from M'Quve soon, so if you all wouldn't mind waiting outside for the rest of your shifts, that would be most appreciated. You can even leave a bit early to get ready for dinner, since you don't have to wear your uniforms if you do not want to."

All three guards saluted at once, with Emmerich once again being the most vocal, "Yes sir! See you at dinner, Lord Garma, and thanks for the invitation."

"Of course. I think it's about time I got to know the people who I am trusting my life with better."


"Hey Garma."

Garma looked up from his desk and saw that someone had opened it and stepped inside, not having had to talk to the guards outside first since said guards had left to get ready for dinner. Fortunately it wasn't some assassin, but rather a civilian reporter who spent most her days in the office despite having one of her own.

Seeing Kinue come in and put down some documents for him to go over had Garma smiling even before he knew it, still extremely grateful for the night before where she consoled him, "Oh, Miss Crossroad. I will be dining with my guard tonight, so you can go and take the rest of the day off if you want."

It was only fair that he try to repay her in some manner, since he knew that if he didn't tell her otherwise she would likely work right until she felt it was time to go to bed.

Kinue shrugged as she took some papers for her own perusal and sat down on a chair facing Garma but was across the room. She winked at him playfully as she thought about the work ahead of her dealing with how to handle the near assassination of Garma from a media perspective, "Thank you sir, but I don't mind staying. Someone should be productive tonight."

Garma turned his head to the side and crossed his arms, slightly offended by the joke about his choice of evening endeavor, "I see dining with my men as a valuable investment, both professionally and personally."

Not having meant to upset him, Kinue cracked a large smile and offered some words of support for what he was doing, "I'm sure they'll appreciate it sir."

The fact that Kinue so regularly stayed after hours to do her job and to pry open secrets that were useful for them both impressed and depressed Garma, who felt that there was a difference between a work ethic and a workaholic. While he did not know of how long she worked each day prior to her joining Zeon, he didn't want her to have to feel like she needed to work far beyond what was expected of her.

Perhaps, he reasoned, it had something to do with her change in faction? Having lost just about everything she knew must have left her with little but her job, and she was certainly quite dedicated to it to begin with. Garma had known of her for years now given her early start into her job and the occasional screentime she got to reveal things she found out thanks to having a boss who knew and respected her late father, but seeing her work in real life almost made him uncomfortable: not only did it make him feel lazy by comparison even with his own long hours, but it also made him feel like she had no time for whatever social life she possessed, and that was not something he wanted to deprive her of.

"Come to think of it, you're always working late. I don't like to pry, but I almost feel as if I owe your boyfriend an apology for always keeping you so late," Garma apologized to his employee, speaking on the assumption that someone in their early to mid twenties who was now famous would obviously be dating someone, and that whatever relationship they had must be suffering as a result of her time spent towards her job.

Of course, this was all because he was oblivious to the fact that Kinue wanted him to be her significant other, much as Garma was oblivious to some other social cues people with more life experience talking to peers might have.

Kinue blushed at Garma's assumption, well aware of the irony at hand, "Well no apology necessary sir. Never been on a date in my life. Been too busy working to pay the bills until now, so I..."

Garma blushed back as he realized his decently reasonable assumption that someone like her would have a lover of some sort was in fact wrong. While some of him was apologetic, the rest of him was actually confused. Even he, a well-trained son of the Zabi family, had been left captivated by her beauty, so how could someone with brains and beauty both slip under the radar for so many other men? He supposed her being busy was a good enough reason, but it still surprised him to hear.

"Oh, I'm sorry for assuming. I don't think I've met many beautiful women without significant others of some sort."

"Thank you..." Kinue looked down and away as she blushed at the compliment, "I don't hear that a lot...the, uh...beautiful part."

Garma smirked and leant on one hand over his desk, a bit amused by the bold woman's sudden sheepishness. He had spent a long time trying to forget it, but she certainly was beautiful...something he had to come to grips with the night before, and if he was noticing it then certainly others had too, "I'm surprised. Given the attention paid to you since a certain treaty, I would think you would have more admirers."

Kinue twiddled her thumbs as she felt like the entire world was watching her be embarrassed by the man she loved, only without him knowing that last part, "I get letters, but I'm too scared to open them unless they get screened," in an attempt to deflect the attention from herself, Kinue smiled at Garma sheepishly and offered him a different avenue of conversation, "I'm sure it's nothing compared to what you receive, sir. You probably have a mountain of fan-mail."

That brought Garma to groan, "Don't remind me. Once upon a time I tried reading them all, even answering a few of the less 'I love you because you are my Prince' ones. The love letters though...they can be a bit...excessive."

Or rather another 'e' word: explicit. Opening certain letters had been a mistake.

He once actually had sent a fan letter himself, but that was something he had been trying to forget for years...particularly since he hadn't even been brave enough to put his name on it back then while at the academy. Just a silly, young crush as many were prone to possessing, but which Kycilia had picked up on and seemingly decided to hang in front of his face a few months back. Little did she know, he had gotten over that a couple years ago, as one would expect of such a crush. Char had loved rubbing his face in it all though...as a best friend and roommate was wont to do, Garma thought.

In response to Garma's plight, Kinue offered her sympathy since she knew how sick Garma got of people flattering him only as a member of the Zabi family rather than as an actual individual, "I can imagine. I bet they flatter your superficial traits and don't really tackle who you are, just what you are or appear to be."

Garma leaned more on his hand, a small breath escaping his lips as Kinue explained exactly his issue with the vast majority of what he was sent by others, "I know I am the son of the Sovereign, but it would be nice to be seen as more than my face and status."

"You do have a handsome face. I should know, since it makes my job easier," Kinue remarked with a small laugh. He was equal parts handsome and pretty, and she found that he pulled off the whole bishōnen look pretty well. She'd be surprised if even men didn't find him to be a bit attractive.

The compliment actually caught Garma by surprise, with him trying to hide his resulting embarrassment by shifting his eyes away. Part of what he enjoyed about his subordinate he used to watch on television was that she wasn't like those other sycophants, so either she was acting like them now or...

Or she meant it. And if that was the case, then what?

"You don't have to flatter me. Everyone else does at just about every point."

Kinue shrugged at his attempt to deflect her compliment, "I only say what I mean. You know that."

That effectively shut Garma up, who honestly didn't know what to say back. A thank you? A 'you probably should not compliment your boss like that'?

What should he say? And furthermore, what did he even want to say?

"Hey, about last night..."

Garma blushed again as he heard Kinue start to bring up their little sleepover the night before. While nothing truly inappropriate had happened, Garma still felt embarrassed by how he had essentially had his half-dressed employee answer the door in the middle of the night just because he was wandering around.

"I am sorry for coming over at such an indecent hour."

Kinue grew a smug look as she realized just how embarrassed he was getting, "And I am sorry for greeting you in such indecent clothing."

Normally she wore two layers, and what Garma assumed was a sports bra or similar fixture to diminish her femininity, so her body was normally free of scrutiny, but remove the clothes and Garma was still having a hard time that day getting the images out of his mind. Could he label it psychological and physical torture to have viewed her bending over?

While a loose t-shirt and shorts were not fitting for work of course, Garma wouldn't mind if she perhaps wore a different outfit now and again. Perhaps something less...concealing. But that was the twenty year old man part of his mind speaking rather than the more rational and trained in basic manners part that was ignored partially when he next spoke.

"Perhaps that would be too much for a work setting, but if you want you can dress down more often if you want."

"I...I don't really have other clothes," Kinue admitted after a moment of hesitation and thought. A look at Garma's still flustered face however had the reporter go out on a limb and reveal something she had noticed the night before, doing so with a small press of the chest outwards, "And I do wear what I do to hide the bust you were looking at last night."

"I..."

Garma's mouth was left open as he realized his small bout with lechery, unintentional as it may have been, had not gone unnoticed. What's more, that she continued to offer him a view, and even brought her chest against his back at one point, made him all the more confused.

Seeing him begin to short-circuit, Kinue laughed and held her hands out to try and calm him down, "Hey, Garma, it's okay. I...I actually don't mind."

Being given forgiveness made Garma both relieved as well as feel dirty, with him blushing as he admitted his shame for the unsavory targets of his eyesight, "My apologies. That was wrong of me, and befitting not of a son of the Zabi family but rather a common man."

To Kinue, who had to deal with common everyday people far more than Garma, was actually quite used to being looked at by now and so it wasn't something she felt needed even to be held over Garma's head, "Even Zabis have needs, right?"

And if Garma thought she was attractive...well then maybe she had a chance.

In Garma's mind however he still needed more forgiveness and thus sought an excuse for his actions the night before, said excuse coming in the form of something he had been hoping to keep hidden from his media expert ever since Kycilia decided to mess with him by assigning Kinue to work for him.

"In my defense, you were my first crush."

That short sentence shut down just about all mental activity in Kinue's mind, who blinked as she tried to make sense of it.

"I...what? Was what?"

Garma nodded as he admitted a piece of his past, "I couldn't date or look at the women at the military academy, but I did watch a lot of news so I could keep up to date on world politics and what my family was doing, since they didn't like just telling me," he shrugged and blushed as he remembered a few years back how he had first become aware of her, "JNN had this girl just a bit older than me on occasionally."

By the time she came to work for him, Garma was over his little crush and was determined to not let a past flame of the heart interrupt what he found to be a good working relationship. While at first it had been a bit awkward for him, her dedicated professional attitude had helped him bury that hatchet once and for all quite quickly.

Coming to realize some of this, Kinue realized that as she slowly warmed up towards Garma and fell for his gentle heart, he was burying what remained of his own affection, "Oh..."

It would have been a bit soul crushing for her had it not also given her in that moment some hope: while he might not be presently interested, Kinue was left wondering if she couldn't somehow rekindle what was already there. No wonder he was seemingly immune to her occasional advances and compliments, he was actively trying in some ways to not get too attached. Garna wasn't an idiot, he just was likely thinking that his mind was playing tricks on him whenever she said or acted in a way he might have considered more than friendly.

So, still oblivious to the fact that the person he was conversing with wanted to kiss him at the moment, Garma started to finish his detour into this explanation as to why he may have acted inappropriately the night before, "Please don't tell anyone. Now that you work for me, I wouldn't want something from my past like that getting out. It might make people think I put you on my staff for impure reasons, when in reality you are the best reporter I know."

Kinue was quite sure her face had never shined as red as it was as she not only was complimented by Garma but was also being told that he used to have a crush on her when he was still in school.

"I've been trying to forget about that ever since Kycilia said you were coming to work with us, but I suppose my memory has been jogged given certain circumstances."

Not about to be the only one embarrassed, Kinue thought it was time to mess with Garma again playfully, "You know, I was going to say you could come over my house whenever you want, but I wouldn't want to accidentally seduce my poor boss."

The bold audacity of her statement took Garma aback, the prince nearly scoffing as he fought to regain his composure. Once he wrangled it back to acceptable levels, Garma murmured, "I think I'll be fine."

"I'm just kidding Garma. But I mean it though when I say you can some by whenever you want. You're one of my only friends, so I could use the company," Kinue admitted after laughing playfully a bit.

"I may take you up on that," Garma responded, quite grateful for the emotional support she offered him in a time of great need, "I..."

He didn't actually know quite how to say it, but having someone comfort and care for him on a personal level...waking up to delicious food...it felt like the kind of life he wanted to have outside of his obligations and outside of the war. It was something he had been craving for, however consciously or unconsciously.

To say the thought of asking Kinue out on a date now didn't cross Garma's mind would be to lie, but he refrained from the urge out of professional integrity. It did hurt, however, to be sacrificing the opportunity to more intimately indulge himself in the comfort he had felt in her home thanks to her care. It was what he had wanted from Kycilia, support and love, but had been starved of for years.

For now, however, Garma was content with a platonic relationship, since Kinue seemed quite willing to help shoulder his burdens even as a friend.

"Thank you for letting me stay the night. I haven't ever had someone do something like that for me."

Kinue opened her mouth to respond, but someone else's voice rang out.

"Lord Garma, are you ready?"

It was Emmerich, who had just opened the door to check in on Garma. It was about time for them to have their dinner together, and so he just wanted to make sure. Emmerich couldn't tell because her back was to him, but Kinue was trying to shoot daggers all the way around the world right into his back.

Garma stood up and began to ready himself by putting to rest the work on his desk he had been ignoring the last few minutes in favor of his conversation with Kinue, "Uh, just a moment Emmerich."

Once he was settled with his desk, Garma rushed across the room to greet his guards as well as to flee the increasingly revealing and intimate conversation he had been having. He did stop however to say farewell to the one staying behind.

"Have a good night, Kinue."

Kinue grinned at him as she too bid farewell, "And you have fun with the guys."

Picking up on their rosy cheeks, Emmerich put his hands on his hips and rose an eyebrow at them, "Am I interrupting anything?"

"No," both Garma and Kinue denied at the same time, Garma exiting the room as he did so while Kinue just remained seated and secretly mad at Emmerich for indeed interrupting something.

Not oblivious to her seeming irritation, Emmerich approached her chair and whispered over to her so that no-one else could hear him, "I walked in on something, didn't I?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she denied, though she knew he already knew of her affections towards Garma so it was ultimately pointless.

"My bad, I'll make it up to you, okay?"

That made Kinue worried, just as it had Amir, "What? How?"

From outside the room Garma called back into it to urge his guard to hurry up, "Coming Emmerich?"

"Of course, sir! Wouldn't miss our dinner for the world!"

After the guards and Garma left and they closed the office door, some short time later Darota would be startled while walking by at the sound of a woman yelling "Yes!" from inside Garma's office.

All Hail Zeon (Ch 22: Missed it By That Much)

For those wondering, to help explain why I was writing Kinue into the main cast (other than the meta reason of wanting to reward the players for saving her life) I handwaved it as being because Garma was a fan of Kinue's reporting and Kycilia decided to assign their new reporter to him as a result of that.

Also, for those who want giant robot fights, don't worry you'll be getting one next chapter! That, and the dinner. Dinner first though. Oh, and it'll be another POV chapter, this time from Amir's perspective and co-authored by his player, so that'll be a thing. Putting that together with him was actually part of what delayed this chapter, since I was dividing my time between coordinating that chapter and finishing up this one.

Thank you for reading, and I hope to hear your thoughts in the comments below!

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NickRoberts10 Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday, fellow Gundam fan!
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Happy Birthday
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Haly-K Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2017
Yo! Happy birthday, hope you have a good one! :D
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Combatkaiser Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2017
bestest (but very divisive) ending
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atheurer1 Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the fave!
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lovelykotori Featured By Owner Dec 30, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thx for watching 😃
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Thundercracker417 Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
No problem, keep up the good work! Really enjoying your comics.
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2016
A belated Merry Christmas btw! :)
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Thundercracker417 Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
It kind of sucked overall, and now even after that bad day I have to deal with idiots on Spacebattles proverbially blowing a Char clone because apparently they can do no wrong and nothing bad should ever happen to a murderer pedophile...god people are stupid.

Merry belated Christmas to you too though.
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mdc01957 Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2016
Oh, wow. Still, hope New Year's will be better! :)
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