Summer challenge: Women of Summer: Hilde
Title: Veni, Vidi, Vici
Author: ingvild
Characters: Hilde
Rating/Word Count: PG for language, 628 words
Summary/Disclaimer: Not mine. I rather wished this had been included in the series proper, actually. What Hilde did for Duo during his raid on the Moon Base had to have consequences, right?
A/N: Slightly different from my other fics, but the story demanded to be told in first person, so...
A/N2: Does anyone have an icon with all the primary Women of Wing that they'd be willing to let me, ahem, borrow?
“I remember what life was like under the Alliance. Goods were restricted, food was restricted, travel was restricted, and any sign of opposition was ruthlessly crushed. When I was five, they took my mother, because she had been running an independent radio station, reporting news from all over the L2 cluster, and apparently she’d been getting too close to some things.
“When I was 9, they took my father, because his salvage business brought him into contact with some wreckage parts that couldn’t be explained away, and he had taken his report to the local peace-keeping agency instead of the Alliance troops. Of course, the local agency all worked for the Alliance, and that was why he was revealed so quickly, but they said that by not going directly to the nearest Alliance headquarters, he was showing rebellion and being subversive.
“When I was 13, they took my older brothers and conscripted them to work at a mobile suit factory on a civilian residence colony. That factory was destroyed by rebel bombs, and my brothers both died. At least I know what happened to them. I have neither seen nor heard of my parents since they were taken away.
“When OZ came and threw out the Alliance, I hailed them as saviours. Finally, it was possible to get fresh fruit and vegetables again, and provided you’re willing to pay out your a --- eh, out your ears, you can even get fresh meat. As long as you have a travel pass, you can travel between the colonies as much as you like.
“I was proud to join OZ. I was proud to wear the uniform, to pilot mobile suits and help recruit other young people to your ranks. I was proud to be a part of something so much bigger than myself, something that had helped throw the Alliance out on its ass, pardon my language, and help create a world with much more freedom.
“But that was before your pilots, my fellow soldiers, decided to fire upon an already damaged mobile suit. Before you broke the rules of combat. I’m not even talking about honourable combat, because that doesn’t fucking exist, begging your - oh fuck it, I’m not begging your pardon. We’re all soldiers here, right? We can take some crude language, can’t we?
“No, those soldiers broke the rules of lawful combat, which state that ‘mobile suits incapable of firing or steering shall be offered the opportunity to surrender’. Paragraph 47 subsection iii, of the 29th amendment to the Geneva Convention. Yeah, you can bet your ass that I read it.
“You lot seem to think that I was taken in by a pretty face and a cute butt, but you’re wrong. He never would’ve changed my mind on his own. Your soldiers and how they treated him did that. And yeah, I know that he’s a rebel and doesn’t follow any rules. Tough shit. We were supposed to be better, but we aren’t. I read that somewhere, that ‘Terrorists’ is just what the big army calls the little army.
“It got me thinking. About how you guys’ve swooped in just a bit too handily. About how you’ve given us just enough freedom that we’ve hailed you as our saviours, but you still keep us under surveillance and restrict our food through high prices and sensor our libraries and you’ve kept the ban on the only Colony-produced board game that ever got lasting popularity because playing it is too ‘patriotic’. And about how you’ve been censoring our history.
“And that, officers of the review board, is why I went against orders and protected that guy. And that’s why I’m standing here being court marshalled now.
“I only have one more thing to say.
“Bite me.”
Author: ingvild
Characters: Hilde
Rating/Word Count: PG for language, 628 words
Summary/Disclaimer: Not mine. I rather wished this had been included in the series proper, actually. What Hilde did for Duo during his raid on the Moon Base had to have consequences, right?
A/N: Slightly different from my other fics, but the story demanded to be told in first person, so...
A/N2: Does anyone have an icon with all the primary Women of Wing that they'd be willing to let me, ahem, borrow?
“I remember what life was like under the Alliance. Goods were restricted, food was restricted, travel was restricted, and any sign of opposition was ruthlessly crushed. When I was five, they took my mother, because she had been running an independent radio station, reporting news from all over the L2 cluster, and apparently she’d been getting too close to some things.
“When I was 9, they took my father, because his salvage business brought him into contact with some wreckage parts that couldn’t be explained away, and he had taken his report to the local peace-keeping agency instead of the Alliance troops. Of course, the local agency all worked for the Alliance, and that was why he was revealed so quickly, but they said that by not going directly to the nearest Alliance headquarters, he was showing rebellion and being subversive.
“When I was 13, they took my older brothers and conscripted them to work at a mobile suit factory on a civilian residence colony. That factory was destroyed by rebel bombs, and my brothers both died. At least I know what happened to them. I have neither seen nor heard of my parents since they were taken away.
“When OZ came and threw out the Alliance, I hailed them as saviours. Finally, it was possible to get fresh fruit and vegetables again, and provided you’re willing to pay out your a --- eh, out your ears, you can even get fresh meat. As long as you have a travel pass, you can travel between the colonies as much as you like.
“I was proud to join OZ. I was proud to wear the uniform, to pilot mobile suits and help recruit other young people to your ranks. I was proud to be a part of something so much bigger than myself, something that had helped throw the Alliance out on its ass, pardon my language, and help create a world with much more freedom.
“But that was before your pilots, my fellow soldiers, decided to fire upon an already damaged mobile suit. Before you broke the rules of combat. I’m not even talking about honourable combat, because that doesn’t fucking exist, begging your - oh fuck it, I’m not begging your pardon. We’re all soldiers here, right? We can take some crude language, can’t we?
“No, those soldiers broke the rules of lawful combat, which state that ‘mobile suits incapable of firing or steering shall be offered the opportunity to surrender’. Paragraph 47 subsection iii, of the 29th amendment to the Geneva Convention. Yeah, you can bet your ass that I read it.
“You lot seem to think that I was taken in by a pretty face and a cute butt, but you’re wrong. He never would’ve changed my mind on his own. Your soldiers and how they treated him did that. And yeah, I know that he’s a rebel and doesn’t follow any rules. Tough shit. We were supposed to be better, but we aren’t. I read that somewhere, that ‘Terrorists’ is just what the big army calls the little army.
“It got me thinking. About how you guys’ve swooped in just a bit too handily. About how you’ve given us just enough freedom that we’ve hailed you as our saviours, but you still keep us under surveillance and restrict our food through high prices and sensor our libraries and you’ve kept the ban on the only Colony-produced board game that ever got lasting popularity because playing it is too ‘patriotic’. And about how you’ve been censoring our history.
“And that, officers of the review board, is why I went against orders and protected that guy. And that’s why I’m standing here being court marshalled now.
“I only have one more thing to say.
“Bite me.”