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"Baby Series 3"Written By: Karina Rating: PG Spoilers: None Disclaimer: I don’t own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine. Pairing: Quatre + Milliardo Notes: Challenge 152. Baby Series 3 #228. Takes place immediately following Sanc. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Adaption and Absorption "Sanc is what it is today because of the savagery of our past. We are the result of the past, no matter if we understand it or not. We have the past to thank for shaping the psyche of the people, of ourselves, giving us the adaptability that enables us to take a deep breath, acknowledge what we have lost and move on. One must always walk forward, Quatre. We can look back, we learn from our past, but we must move forward. In general what we term `civilised' is a thin veneer. We fall back to fighting again and again and, undoubtedly, we will do so again sometime in the future. Gratitude for our way of life is rarely felt. We give it nothing but lip service until it begins to crumble and then we realise what we had and what is lost. If we have the backbone we square our shoulders and walk on, once the killing stops: once the peace is restored. We walk on until the next test of our mettle presents." Quatre watched him, eyes alert, tense, fully aware that before him sat the man revealed, not the shadow that was permitted to be seen. This was the aspect of Milliardo Peacecraft that few ever witnessed. Khushrenada would have known it, perhaps Noin too. Milliardo did not think Quatre was one to needlessly panic and, if he was half the strategist and tactician Milliardo thought him to be, Quatre would understand quickly enough that he was not intending to threaten the ESUN. His sole interest was in wanting to secure Sanc and give his people a future. Was that not what everyone wanted for themselves? A secure, safe future. "Once we were a people who were of necessity close to the land; who knew how to live in difficult terrain and make a sustainable living where others determined life to be too hard. We were, if popular legend has it right, a displaced people. Outcasts. I have no idea if that is the case, but I do know it was not easy living here and though others did not wish the land for the land itself, we were constantly forced to fight for what was ours. If fighting with weapons did not gain us victory then more subtle means were employed to remain what we were. Adaptation and absorption. With each new invasion Sanc moved forward and became something unique. We do not like to fight. Some of us were chosen to defend, some few who held the gratitude of the people who supported them." "I have not seen much of this gratitude you speak of from the citizens of Sanc." "Have you spoken to the people who live in the highlands? Have you talked to the people of the fishing villages along our coast? Have you gone out into Sanc and talked to those who bore the brunt of the occupation? Sanc is more than New Port City." ~ * ~ |
