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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: Milliardo + Relena + Heero Notes: Challenge 170. Baby Series 3 #284. Takes place following Let Sleeping Dogs Lie. Many thanks to ShenLong for her work betaing
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Comic Strip "Morning." "Relena." What was with the `mystique' the press were trying to fog the brutal truth with? They romanticised and there had been nothing romantic about the Gundams. It angered him, this glossing over of the horror of war. People needed to remember just how brutal, how much blood, guts and gore there was involved, how much tragedy there was in war. There was nothing for anyone to glorify about the death and destruction the human race was capable of. "Why so glum, brother?" "It's nothing." But Gundams were, indeed, marvels of engineering. Killing machines. Weapons, pure and simple. History was written by those who won conflict, but in the twentieth century the birth of the media gave rise to a new and far more public practise. Trial by media. It could make or break an individual, corporation or government. Responsible reporting was vital and all too often lacking, leading to misconceptions, misinterpretation and inaccuracies. The reporters had not been bonded to the machines by their personal belief in what they had been doing was right and just. The media belittled the price paid by those who had bled for the peace and because of it too many took that peace, having enjoyed it for a few years now, for granted. Doctored pictures of Gundams. He recognised some over the four page spread. They had cut out the burning building in one, three bodies had been lying in plain sight as the Gundam had strode past. Another failed to show the swathe of destruction left behind after a strafing run by Wing. Nice air shot, unpolluted by harsh reality. Her blue eyes lingered over the headlines of the first three newspapers and she sighed. "Ah. Gundam's in the headlines again. Still, after yesterday I suppose that is hardly surprising. Now, comic strip… ah. It always pays to start the day off with the comics." Comics? He almost snorted but caught himself in time. She had seen it too, been a part of it, but she seemed immune to the press. Not surprising, he supposed, given she was always their focus. If there was something in a newspaper that she enjoyed reading it only made a sad kind of sense that she would read it first. Yuy almost slammed the door behind him, scowling. He sneered at the pile of morning papers and slid into his seat. "Heero?" Relena looked concerned, dropping the comic strip to the table. "They have to stir it up. Asking questions, spouting nonsense theories on the who, the why and the wherefore; claiming the Gundam's were not destroyed! Re tallying the lives lost during each attack. They cast guilt at everyone but themselves. Can they not simply leave it alone?" Relena sighed softly, her hands clenching briefly before splaying over the innocuous comic strips. "I try to think differently. If they are talking about it-analysing it-then they have not forgotten. While we remember we will keep this peace."
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