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Challenges 025 and 026
Story title: Visions of the Future
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 424
Rating and warnings: Safe for everyone
Characters and/or pairing: Heero, Epyon, mention of Relena
Summary: Heero contemplating his options. Set after he received Epyon, but before the fall of the Sank Kingdom
The Zero system is invading his brain.
It doesn’t talk, not with words. Rather, Zero shows images of what might happen as a consequence of taking one specific action.
Heero sits with his eyes closed, feeling Epyon hum around him. He doesn’t dare open his eyes, not now. The images outside would get superimposed on the images the Zero system is feeding him, and he needs all his concentration to sort them from one another.
He could leave now...and Sank Kingdom would go down in an instant, flames licking everywhere, people running and screaming in the streets.
He could stay and fight...and the machines he cut down would fall on buildings, crushing them, killing the people insisde, the way that little girl was once killed by a burning mobile suit that he caused to fall.
He could try to lure the enemy away...and others might sneak up behind him, and the civilians would still suffer.
Heero tears himself loose from the system, gasping hard. He forces his eyes open and looks outside. The skies are clear. There are no approaching enemy mobile suits.
They will come eventually. He knows this. The Romefeller Foundation will never allow the Sank Kingdom to continue in peace, not when Relena’s ideas are inspiring people to stand up to them. Fear and death means profit for war mongers, and the Romefeller Foundation is largely made up out of such.
Heero pulls the lever to open the hatch, and drops down from the massive mobile suit, never considering that the twelve foot drop down on uneven ground could lead to a twisted ankle or something similar. He has jumped off higher, much, much higher.
He stares off into the distance, where the roof of the Sank palace-cum-school is barely visible. All the futures provided him by Epyon show death and destruction.
Relena offers an alternative, but is it viable? Can it come to be?
An image flashes before his eyes, and he knows, not yet. But sometime not too far off in the future, maybe.
One day, the war will be over...and then, maybe Heero will find peace as well, doing something other than fighting.
He staggers a little from the powerful feeling of hope that suddenly invaded his heart. He turns to stare at Epyon, and knows that there is no way the machine could have sent him the image – not only is he disconnected from it, but Epyon never offers true hope. The image must have come from elsewhere.
Heero turns again to walk back to the school.
Author: Ingvild
Word count: 424
Rating and warnings: Safe for everyone
Characters and/or pairing: Heero, Epyon, mention of Relena
Summary: Heero contemplating his options. Set after he received Epyon, but before the fall of the Sank Kingdom
The Zero system is invading his brain.
It doesn’t talk, not with words. Rather, Zero shows images of what might happen as a consequence of taking one specific action.
Heero sits with his eyes closed, feeling Epyon hum around him. He doesn’t dare open his eyes, not now. The images outside would get superimposed on the images the Zero system is feeding him, and he needs all his concentration to sort them from one another.
He could leave now...and Sank Kingdom would go down in an instant, flames licking everywhere, people running and screaming in the streets.
He could stay and fight...and the machines he cut down would fall on buildings, crushing them, killing the people insisde, the way that little girl was once killed by a burning mobile suit that he caused to fall.
He could try to lure the enemy away...and others might sneak up behind him, and the civilians would still suffer.
Heero tears himself loose from the system, gasping hard. He forces his eyes open and looks outside. The skies are clear. There are no approaching enemy mobile suits.
They will come eventually. He knows this. The Romefeller Foundation will never allow the Sank Kingdom to continue in peace, not when Relena’s ideas are inspiring people to stand up to them. Fear and death means profit for war mongers, and the Romefeller Foundation is largely made up out of such.
Heero pulls the lever to open the hatch, and drops down from the massive mobile suit, never considering that the twelve foot drop down on uneven ground could lead to a twisted ankle or something similar. He has jumped off higher, much, much higher.
He stares off into the distance, where the roof of the Sank palace-cum-school is barely visible. All the futures provided him by Epyon show death and destruction.
Relena offers an alternative, but is it viable? Can it come to be?
An image flashes before his eyes, and he knows, not yet. But sometime not too far off in the future, maybe.
One day, the war will be over...and then, maybe Heero will find peace as well, doing something other than fighting.
He staggers a little from the powerful feeling of hope that suddenly invaded his heart. He turns to stare at Epyon, and knows that there is no way the machine could have sent him the image – not only is he disconnected from it, but Epyon never offers true hope. The image must have come from elsewhere.
Heero turns again to walk back to the school.