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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: Dorothy Notes: Challenge 166. Baby Series 3 #271. Takes place approximately at the same time as Inescapable. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
this fic.
Salute Life had a strange way of turning back on itself, of placing one in the same circumstances repeatedly. She could not have been more proud of him if he had been her own husband, brother or child. To stand before that gathering and not so much as flinch from them… he had courage to be proud of. Though it had not been named as it was now, once it had been the Hall of Assembly for the Federation, and once it had been his father who had stood before the gathered representatives of country and colony. He had spoken to them of the needs of peace, seeking to lead the way to a new understanding. Sanc had fallen for his efforts, he had been murdered, his family coming so close to being wiped out. The wheel had turned and as a circle must one inevitably pass the point of beginning. Full circle… a Peacecraft King standing on the podium of the world stage. Now it was Stephan of Sanc's son who called them to task on their greed in careful words, who reminded them of why they were elected to the halls of power, and the hope for a peaceful life for their people. He was not as polished in his speech as his politician father. He was no politician by training, but a soldier, and at moments through the speech that training showed. He was anything but a weak man and his strength of character and mind could not be more clear than it was as he delivered his address to the representatives of the ESUN. Some would hate him for it. Some would brand him a hypocrite. He was the Terror of Earth after all, and how could the Terror of billions of lives stand there and sprout the basic tenants of peace; tolerance and understanding? How telling that it was the son, the soldier, who had more listeners than the father who had pursued the Perfect Peace Principle so diligently. It was mineral water in her glass and she might have wished it could be the most expensive of champagne, but perhaps it was more fitting that she toasted him with the pure waters of the Earth than with the fermented juice of the grape. "Salute, Milliardo Peacecraft. To the future." Under the Peacecraft King Sanc would prosper, coming once again to a time of prosperity and peace. It had happened before, throughout history. Invasion, assassination, interfamily feuding. Always there had been one stronger than the others who stepped forward to repair the wounds, to bring together the tattered remnants and build Sanc stronger. It was a circle, like the Wheel of Life. It revolved repeatedly, sometimes more quickly than others, but it was, never-the-less, the same. After the destruction came the rebuilding, the rebirth. "I would not have minded being your Queen." ~ * ~ |
