'Don't Try Again' for teagoblin
Title: Don't Try Again
Recipient: Recipient: teagoblin
Rating: 13 maybe. It's not bad.
Warnings: None
Summary: Duo gets sent out on a mission.
Author's Notes: Oh man. The title applies to the story and to myself. This was harder than I anticipated. My apologies.
Author: prevailingwind
The day had been a successful day. It had been profitable, Duo would like to think. And it had only begun. But as he was happily bouncing down the grungy but busy market street, carrying his purchases, he saw something ahead that was going to darken his day. He nearly stumbled even while hoping he wasn't seeing what he thought he was seeing.
"Ah, shit..." Duo muttered under his breath.
There stood two people standing there wearing the ominous Preventer jackets, the only two Preventers that he could handle--and that could handle him. Old war buddies, Trowa and Wufei.
---
The colony was trying to produce winter. Snow was falling; it was a dirty drizzle, cold and stagnant. The systems hadn't been upkept with the civilians busy with a different project. A more important project.
Duo never understood why people were stunned on how he could easily slip into places and blend with the crowd. Surprised just because of the braid and his loud mouth? Please, those were his keys to getting in.
It helped that no one bothered to come to the colony, nobody trodded around its area. It meant the colonists never thought to shut and lock their door. The door to their giant hangar included. Duo took it upon himself to stroll in, hands in his jacket's pockets.
The hangar was filled with hustling and bustling people of all types and ages. There was a huge sheet of some sort hanging from the ceiling to block off the deeper part of the hangar from view. Either it was a way to keep the dust and artificial snow from getting into delicate matters, or a poor excuse of a hide-away, what's-behind-the-curtain deal.
Duo leisurely walked around the scurrying people, making his way to the hanging tarp. He reached it, grabbed its side and pulled. He was stopped however by a large, gruff looking older gent who now had hold of his wrist, having tugged it from the tarp.
"Who're you?" the man was asking but was talked over.
"Hey, man!" Duo said with a few good pats on the man as greetings. "It's been a while." Before the man could object to ever knowing Duo, he continued, "I just got here with the last shipment," which he did--his own shipment of his own self, "and I wanted to see how far the project's gotten."
The man wanted to squabble, to stop him. Duo instead invited himself to push the heavy tarp back, make his way to the other side of it. The big man followed right behind him, grabbing him by the upper arms. He was barking out words at him in telling him what was what. Duo paid him no attention.
How could he? In front of them was a weapon. A large weapon. As the man tried tugging him away and still yell, Duo studied this mobile suit. The suit looked like an ugly bastard child of a space Leo suit with a shoddy attempt of a Gundam. It appeared to be approaching completion though not enough to put into action quite yet.
Duo's head quirked as the ground rumbled. It was waking up--the mobile suit.
The scaffolds rattled and clattered. Workers were scattering across them: some to escape from fear, others to try and stop the mobile suit. Its vulcans hissed empty air, unloaded. Dissatisfied with that, the suit started to move. By then the workers were at the cockpit, opening its incomplete hatch, unminding the hot air venting out. The machine shuddered to silence as they drug the pilot out.
The man was trying to force Duo to leave with him . But he needed just one look--sure enough, there it was. He watched as they pulled his long time pal from the cockpit: Heero Yuy. A small smirk couldn't be helped. Who else would be up in that machine and cause so much trouble?
Then he was jerked close, the man glowering over him, close enough their noses almost touch. "That's it!" he roared; the man was more concerned with showing his decree than the excitement carrying on. "Enough of this!"
Duo smiled to the man as the man's eyes grew wide.
"You're right," Duo said with a handle in his hand, a blade buried in the man's stomach, "I've had enough, too."
People rushed to the suit from the sounds and disturbances carrying on. It was adequate for him to let the man drop and bleed in shock while taking his own leave, sauntering past that tarp the man had made such a fuss about.
---
The object of his mission was to get that machine destroyed; however, saving Heero's ass was always a bonus. It was a small struggle in finding his fellow former Gundam pilot. He didn't expect them to put him in a make-shift holding cell. Duo was sure Heero could get out if he truly wanted. So what was the deal? Even after he unlocked the door and stepped in, Heero seemed unwilling to be active.
"What the hell is with this? Are you revisiting Lunar Base? Captured so you can play with their toy, Heero Yuy?" Duo asked, trying to arouse the other pilot as he stood in the door way, hands on hips. But the silence that replied was heavy.
Duo stepped further in to the room. "Heero?" he asked, but was nearly cut off.
"I just wanted to see if I could still do it. It had a system in it, like Zero did." He was talking quiet and not looking at Duo. "I wanted to see if I could still over power it."
"Oh Heero..." It pang him. But it wasn't the time to get emotional. It was time to get the hell off that colony. He saw what these colonists were making and what they wanted to attempt.
"Heero," he said again, his voice standing better now, "we're still young enough yet to make plenty more mistakes with our lives. Now let's get you th'fuck outta there. We have a colony to destroy."
Recipient: Recipient: teagoblin
Rating: 13 maybe. It's not bad.
Warnings: None
Summary: Duo gets sent out on a mission.
Author's Notes: Oh man. The title applies to the story and to myself. This was harder than I anticipated. My apologies.
Author: prevailingwind
The day had been a successful day. It had been profitable, Duo would like to think. And it had only begun. But as he was happily bouncing down the grungy but busy market street, carrying his purchases, he saw something ahead that was going to darken his day. He nearly stumbled even while hoping he wasn't seeing what he thought he was seeing.
"Ah, shit..." Duo muttered under his breath.
There stood two people standing there wearing the ominous Preventer jackets, the only two Preventers that he could handle--and that could handle him. Old war buddies, Trowa and Wufei.
---
The colony was trying to produce winter. Snow was falling; it was a dirty drizzle, cold and stagnant. The systems hadn't been upkept with the civilians busy with a different project. A more important project.
Duo never understood why people were stunned on how he could easily slip into places and blend with the crowd. Surprised just because of the braid and his loud mouth? Please, those were his keys to getting in.
It helped that no one bothered to come to the colony, nobody trodded around its area. It meant the colonists never thought to shut and lock their door. The door to their giant hangar included. Duo took it upon himself to stroll in, hands in his jacket's pockets.
The hangar was filled with hustling and bustling people of all types and ages. There was a huge sheet of some sort hanging from the ceiling to block off the deeper part of the hangar from view. Either it was a way to keep the dust and artificial snow from getting into delicate matters, or a poor excuse of a hide-away, what's-behind-the-curtain deal.
Duo leisurely walked around the scurrying people, making his way to the hanging tarp. He reached it, grabbed its side and pulled. He was stopped however by a large, gruff looking older gent who now had hold of his wrist, having tugged it from the tarp.
"Who're you?" the man was asking but was talked over.
"Hey, man!" Duo said with a few good pats on the man as greetings. "It's been a while." Before the man could object to ever knowing Duo, he continued, "I just got here with the last shipment," which he did--his own shipment of his own self, "and I wanted to see how far the project's gotten."
The man wanted to squabble, to stop him. Duo instead invited himself to push the heavy tarp back, make his way to the other side of it. The big man followed right behind him, grabbing him by the upper arms. He was barking out words at him in telling him what was what. Duo paid him no attention.
How could he? In front of them was a weapon. A large weapon. As the man tried tugging him away and still yell, Duo studied this mobile suit. The suit looked like an ugly bastard child of a space Leo suit with a shoddy attempt of a Gundam. It appeared to be approaching completion though not enough to put into action quite yet.
Duo's head quirked as the ground rumbled. It was waking up--the mobile suit.
The scaffolds rattled and clattered. Workers were scattering across them: some to escape from fear, others to try and stop the mobile suit. Its vulcans hissed empty air, unloaded. Dissatisfied with that, the suit started to move. By then the workers were at the cockpit, opening its incomplete hatch, unminding the hot air venting out. The machine shuddered to silence as they drug the pilot out.
The man was trying to force Duo to leave with him . But he needed just one look--sure enough, there it was. He watched as they pulled his long time pal from the cockpit: Heero Yuy. A small smirk couldn't be helped. Who else would be up in that machine and cause so much trouble?
Then he was jerked close, the man glowering over him, close enough their noses almost touch. "That's it!" he roared; the man was more concerned with showing his decree than the excitement carrying on. "Enough of this!"
Duo smiled to the man as the man's eyes grew wide.
"You're right," Duo said with a handle in his hand, a blade buried in the man's stomach, "I've had enough, too."
People rushed to the suit from the sounds and disturbances carrying on. It was adequate for him to let the man drop and bleed in shock while taking his own leave, sauntering past that tarp the man had made such a fuss about.
---
The object of his mission was to get that machine destroyed; however, saving Heero's ass was always a bonus. It was a small struggle in finding his fellow former Gundam pilot. He didn't expect them to put him in a make-shift holding cell. Duo was sure Heero could get out if he truly wanted. So what was the deal? Even after he unlocked the door and stepped in, Heero seemed unwilling to be active.
"What the hell is with this? Are you revisiting Lunar Base? Captured so you can play with their toy, Heero Yuy?" Duo asked, trying to arouse the other pilot as he stood in the door way, hands on hips. But the silence that replied was heavy.
Duo stepped further in to the room. "Heero?" he asked, but was nearly cut off.
"I just wanted to see if I could still do it. It had a system in it, like Zero did." He was talking quiet and not looking at Duo. "I wanted to see if I could still over power it."
"Oh Heero..." It pang him. But it wasn't the time to get emotional. It was time to get the hell off that colony. He saw what these colonists were making and what they wanted to attempt.
"Heero," he said again, his voice standing better now, "we're still young enough yet to make plenty more mistakes with our lives. Now let's get you th'fuck outta there. We have a colony to destroy."