GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part One


:Maeve: Good evenin' ladies.

:Jetstorm: *sneers* So, back to using the brogue, are
we?

:Maeve: *frowns* You got a problem with that,
Jetstorm?

:Jetstorm: *laughs* Noooo, gaelic babe, not at all. I
just think its interesting how it comes and goes...

:Maeve: Speaking of going...

:Jetstorm: Are you leaving?

:Maeve: *ignores his smart-ass remark* It occurs to me
that I've never properly introduced you to the other
ladies. *clears throat* Scribes, I would like you all
to meet Jetstorm, Transformer and Vehicon general from
Cybertron; and my...

:Jetstorm: Love slave...

:Maeve: *glares* Why do I even bother? *sighs* Anyway,
he's my companion, protector, etc, etc.

:Jetstorm: Dance partner...

:Maeve: This is true...Anywho, the real reason I'm
posting right now is that I've started this Gundam
Wing crossover ficlette *gulp* that I really hope you
guys don't hate...

:Jetstorm: So, post it already!

:Maeve: Fine! *sticks tongue out at Jetstorm* Here it
is...thankies to Samara-chan for her ideas and to
Michelle for allowing me to post it ^_^
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GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part One
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Lotor threw his helmet onto the floor of his cruiser,
furious with himself for having allowed the Voltron
Force to defeat him. Punching the console, he
activated the hyperdrive and headed for home.

"If only that little piss ant Pidge hadn’t arrived
when he did! Allura would be mine! One of these days,
I’ll have an opportunity to teach him about the little
game we used to play at the Academy…"

An evil smile creased his face, as he snarled,

"Dwarf-tossing!"

He glared out into the void of space, half wishing
that something would appear on his scopes, just so he
could blast it to dust. It was strangely beautiful,
however, and he murmured, just before losing
consciousness,

"Outer space…"

***

"It’s so quiet…"

Milliardo Peacecraft steered Epyon Mark towards the
shadowy planet ahead of him, uncertain as to what he
should expect to find there. Something had drawn him
to that particular corner of outer space, something he
could not explain. He had been unable to resist the
pull and had followed the strange summons blindly. He
landed Epyon in what appeared to be some kind of
forest, and was checking the atmosphere for
breathability when he was suddenly attacked by several
monstrous-looking creatures.

"I will set it all straight! Right now!"

He bellowed, slashing out at the beasts with the
energy whip. The monsters were soon annihilated, as
their primitive weapons were no match for the superior
technology of Epyon. One of the creatures, however,
managed to damage the vernier rockets with its laser
sword before being destroyed. Furious, and
half-crazed by the Zero operating system, which
continued to show him flashes of himself as a prince
of a far-flung galactic empire, he began to destroy
the surrounding countryside. He did not notice the
Gundam that landed behind him, not did he become aware
of its presence until something grabbed Epyon’s arms
from the back and a familiar voice said calmly,

"Milliardo Peacecraft, you must not allow yourself to
be a winner when you pilot the Epyon Mark. You must
be a loser, or else you will be destroyed."

"Treize? But it can’t be…you’re dead!"

The serene face of Treize Khusrenada appeared on
Milliardo’s view screen, and he replied,

"Do I look dead to you, Milliardo?"

Confused and nearing the point of psychological
exhaustion, Milliardo collapsed onto his console.
Treize shook his head and said quietly,

"What has Epyon done to you, old friend? And can it
be undone?"

***

Maeve sighed and tried to think of something to do
that would occupy her. She had already run four
miles, biked for three and lifted weights for an hour
that morning before watching her favourite movie, The
Usual Suspects, for the twentieth time; and now that
her target practice was finished, boredom was creeping
up on her. Most of the Scribes had found ways to pass
the time while Lotor was away. Male slaves, husbands,
boyfriends…Michelle and Tamy-san had acquired a pair
of handsome rakes from somewhere, a couple of wolfish
hunks that reminded Maeve of Anubisu.

"Anubisu! Why haven’t you come to visit me, Anubisu?"

A twinge of hurt passed over her as she thought about
the handsome Yami Masho, but the sadness was
immediately replaced with intense, black rage.
Remembering what he had said about wanting her to be
"tamed," she shoved the .45 back in her boot and
stalked off to find Samara, who always managed to make
her feel better. She found Samara in her chambers,
dressed in a pair of violet harem pants and matching
top, painting as usual. Leaning over Samara’s
shoulder, the Celt studied the tall blonde man in the
grey uniform she had painted. His eyes, a brilliant
green-blue, were as feline as Lotor’s, and the
expression was as resolute, but Maeve had never seen
the prince dress like that, with a white ascot and
black cape. Looking at the cape made her think of
Yami yoroi, with its red cape, and that made her mad
all over again. Samara noticed the anger in Maeve’s
green-gold eyes and asked,

"Are you okay, Maeve?"
"Yes…no…I mean…"

She looked Samara in the eyes and confessed,

"I really feel like demolishing something…or hurting
someone…"
"The old bloodthirstiness acting up again?"

Maeve nodded, scowling. The Scribe laughed and got
up, taking the Celt by the hand, as she pulled her
towards the door and said,

"Come with me, dear. I know what you need…and nobody
will get hurt, either."
"Where are we going, then, Samara-chan?"
"You’ll see."



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GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part Two

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GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part Two
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~Damn! How much does he weigh?~

Treize smirked at his unconscious friend as he
half-dragged, half-carried Milliardo towards the
castle which loomed in the distance. The Lightning
Count was in need of some medical attention, fast, and
Treize was confident that who ever had created the
robotic monsters would have the facilities to handle
his troubled friend. As they neared the castle, the
soft scent of roses reached Treize’s nose, and a smile
spread across his face.

~Any race sophisticated enough to appreciate
horticulture will certainly be able to help
Milliardo.~

He followed his nose and walked towards the fragrance,
which was coming from behind a stone wall. Treize
listened for a moment and heard the sounds of female
laughter on the other side of the wall. Locating the
door, he opened it with his foot and stepped out of
the dismal castle grounds into a brightly lit rose
garden. His entrance, which was clumsier than he
would have liked, due to the 165lbs of Peacecraft
draped over his shoulder, was greeted with gasps and a
soft click, which Treize recognised immediately to be
the sound of a hammer being cocked.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

A small, fair skinned woman, with long brown hair and
dressed in a wrap-around green velour mini-dress was
aiming a rather large pistol at him. He could not
help but think she looked a bit like Lady Une, with
her black leather knee boots, narrowed eyes and
defiant stance.

~ Une never looks that sexy, though…~

Forcing himself to concentrate on her face and not on
her cleavage, Treize bowed as best he could and
responded,

"I am Treize Khusrenada, lady. My friend here is…"
"My Prince!"

The petite blue-skinned woman with black hair, who had
been standing beside the brunette, dropped her basket
of roses and rushed towards Treize, cradling
Milliardo’s head in her hands.

"We must get him inside, quickly!"
"That is just what I was going to suggest, dear lady."

Treize nodded, although he was puzzled by her reaction
to Milliardo. She had no way of knowing that he was a
prince from the Cinq Kindom, but he was too concerned
for his friend to question at the moment, and his arms
were starting to tire. He allowed the pretty blue
woman and the brunette, who had tucked her firearm
into her boot, to help him lug the unconscious
Milliardo into the castle proper.

Upon entering the castle, Treize noticed several
reptilian-looking creatures, dressed like palace
guards, loafing about. The guards glanced at the
small party but said nothing, assuming that Sammie-ma
and her insane little friend had been having some fun
with a couple of the male slaves and were now retiring
to the Harem for more. It was a common enough
occurrence at Castle Doom, so they thought nothing of
it, except that the two men should be warned that the
human had homicidal tendencies.

Once they reached the Harem, Treize asked,

"Where are we going?"
"We are going to put the Prince back in his chambers,
to rest."
"Samara-chan, don’t get me wrong, but what the bloody
hell are you talking about?"
"Ss…Sa…Samara…? Is that you?"

Treize and Maeve found themselves staring wide eyed at
each other, as Milliardo raised his head slightly to
look at Samara, who pushed his hair away from his eyes
and purred,

"Yes, my Prince, it’s me, your Sammie-ma."
"Kiss the Blarney and call me Peter!"

Maeve kicked the door to Lotor’s bedchamber open,
nearly forgetting her shock at the blonde stranger
knowing Samara as she gazed around at the opulent
splendour of the prince’s room. She didn’t have much
time to gawk, though, as she had to help the others
haul the now semi-conscious prince to the bed. He
fell onto it and Samara helped him remove his jacket
and boots. Staring up at Treize, he asked groggily,

"How…how did you get here? They all said you were
dead."
"It’s a long story, Milliardo, and you need to get
some rest."
"No, tell me now."
"Let’s just say that I was fortunate enough to find a
suspended animation capsule in space that allowed me
to survive the battle. The rest can wait until
later."

Treize smiled down at his friend, who nodded and
grasped Samara’s hand, saying,

"Very well, Treize. Sammie-chan, please, stay with
me."
"Of course, my Prince."

Maeve, whose expression had changed from one of
bewilderment to worry, excused herself and exited
quickly. The mention of a loose stasis pod had her
concerned, for it could only mean one thing.

~Oh, Saint Brighid! Please don’t let anything have
happened to my little boy blue! Please, let him be
safe somewhere!~




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GW INVASION: Part Three

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GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part Three
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Maeve was so upset about her missing Vehicon that she
didn’t hear the footfalls behind her, growing closer
with each passing nanosecond. All of a sudden, a pair
of scaly arms seized her around the waist and a
grating voice said,

"Finally, my little Gaelic crumpet! I’ve found you
alone and unarmed!"
"Don’t you ever learn?"

The Celt groaned and added,

"If you value your appendages, fish-head, you’ll let
me go…other wise…"
"Fish-head? FISH-HEAD?!?!"
"Oh, sorry. King Fish-head."

Maeve laughed and elbowed the repulsive king in the
ribs. She reached for her .45 but Zarcon tackled her
and just as they were about to tumble to the floor, a
strong hand grabbed the Celt’s arm and steadied her.
She looked up and found Treize, scowling fiercely at
the fish king, his pistol aimed at Zarcon’s head.

"Rulers have an obligation to their subjects. They
must respect those over whom they rule, if they wish
to be respected in turn."
"How dare you speak to me in such a tone, human!"
"How dare you handle so fair a flower in so rough a
manner, monster."

Treize glared at the fuming king and added,

"I suggest you leave, before I am forced to shoot
you."

There was something cold in the man’s eyes that made
Zarcon believe he would shoot, so the frustrated king
stormed off, muttering about how he never could score
with any of the women in the Harem.

The Celt eyed her saviour with great interest and
said,

"I don’t know why you did that, but I thank you."
"It was the noble thing to do, dear lady."

Treize holstered his pistol and smiled at her,
offering his arm as he said,

"Is there some place I can escort you? For I do not
much care for the idea of you walking alone,
especially with that fin-eared monstrosity roaming the
halls."
"I was just going back to my room."

She blushed, then blushed deeper when she realised she
was blushing. If he noticed the change in her colour,
he did not let on, nor did he seem to notice her
stealing glances at him as they walked.

~There’s just something about a man in uniform,
especially one who looks as good as he does. And his
eyes…the colour of the Irish Sea in summer!~

Her mind, adept at inventing pretenses for all sorts
of things from all the years as an assassin, began to
work on some excuse for getting him into her room.
She was lonely, for it had been sometime since she
last saw Anubisu, and she was bored. Treize seemed
like the perfect solution to both problems; and he had
dealt rather well with Zarcon, which was an added
bonus. While the Celt plotted, Treize found himself
imaging all the things he could do to her. He led a
seemingly austere life, one regimented by military
discipline, but there was another side to him as well,
an almost hedonistic side that adored indulgences and
luxury. The brunette on his arm seemed luxurious
enough to him, and even though he had only just met
her, and had yet to even learn her name, he decided
that they should get to know each other better.

~I am on a distant, alien world. No one I know is
around…well, except for Milliardo, but he’s in no
condition to interfere in this. Besides, I nearly
died. What better way to affirm life…~

They reached the end of the hallway and she said,

"This is where the sidewalk ends, Treize."

She unlocked her door and asked,
"Could I interest you in some tea?"
"Tea would be wonderful, thank you…?"
"Forgive the bad manners, but I’m not accustomed to
introducing myself."

Stifling the giggle that rose in her throat, she
curtsied slightly and said,

"My name is Maeve MacCumhail. Now then, won’t you
come in and sit down for a spot of tea, Treize
Khusrenada?"
"I would be delighted, Maeve."
***



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GW INVASION: Part Four

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GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part Four
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Zarcon stalked through the halls of the East Wing,
furious that he had allowed himself to be caught off
guard by a human.

"What made me lose it back there? If he had shot me,
the entire palace would have blown up! If I had just
explained that, he'd be in the dungeons now and that
feisty little Druid would be with Mr. Happy."

"Fool! Treize Khusrenada would have shot off the
royal scepter, if you know what I mean, had you tried
to take Maeve from him."

"Mumm-Ra?! What are you doing here?"

Zarcon looked around and saw the decayed form of the
ever-living source of evil. Mumm-Ra chuckled and
replied,

"I’m keeping an eye on…things…Its really none of your
business, reptilian."

In a puff of red smoke, the ancient devil priest
vanished, leaving Zarcon with his hands protectively
cupped over Mr. Happy. He had been worried about his
joystick…of course, any time he tried to grab the
Celt, that was a concern. She had once kicked him so
hard she had left Doc Marten marks on him.

"At least my fool son hasn’t been with her yet,
either."

Zarcon sulked off, taking small comfort in that fact,
and hoping he bumped into one, or more, of the
Scribes.
***
"You know, we really got off easy back there. Zarcon
usually doesn’t give up without a fight. And if you
had shot him right between those beady eyes of his,
all sorts of things would have happened."

"Oh, such as?"

Treize sipped his tea and watched Maeve brush her hair
as she replied,

"I don’t know, exactly, but they tell me he has the
whole place booby-trapped or something. I think
that’s the only reason Lotor hasn’t killed him off
already."

"Lotor?"

"The Prince of Doom. He looks a lot like your
friend…"

Maeve plopped down next to Treize and continued,

"By the way, what’s wrong with him and how does he
know Samara?"

"He is suffering from intense mental stress, brought
on by a particularly demanding weapons operating
system."

Treize was not about to mention the two Gundams he had
hidden in the forest. He put his cup down and added,

"As for how he knows Samara, I have no idea. He has
never been to this planet before, to my knowledge.
I'm not sure why he came, either."

She inched closer to him on the chaise, her knees
brushing his, and said,

"Well, I’m glad you came. You and your gun."

He took one of her hands and kissed her palm, before
pulling her to him and whispering,

"You like guns, don’t you, Maeve?"

"Yes…very much…I’m considering getting another one…a
big one."

She whispered back, twirling a lock of his hair around
her finger. He ran a hand up her thigh and whispered,

"Do you have a holster big enough?"

"Definitely…"

Treize smiled wickedly and kissed Maeve as he leaned
her back against the cushions. There was soon a large
pile of clothing on the Celtic knot rug that covered
Maeve’s floor, and two pairs of shiny black boots,
side-by side, along with two pistols, as she
introduced Treize to the joys of harem life.
***


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GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part Five
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Milliardo Peacecraft sighed heavily and tightened his arms around Samara, as
she ran her fingers through his hair and said softly,

"I never thought you would find your way to me."
"Neither did I, Samara, but I knew I would lose my mind if I didn’t try to
find you. The dream was so real! And then when I was piloting Epyon, it
showed me a future here, with you, as ruler of this dimension."

He looked up at her and continued,

"Somehow, though, I feel as though I’ve been here before…as if this were all
familiar to me."
"What do you mean?"
"This palace, this room, your perfume, the feel of your skin…everything…and
then there’s this image of a girl…a blonde girl…I think I know her, but I’m
not sure."

Samara thought for a moment, then asked,

"Do you remember her name?"
"Al…Allu…Allura? Her face is so familiar to me, and yet so strange! Like
something from a childhood dream…"

Milliardo sighed again and closed his eyes, listening to the rhythmic
beating of Samara’s heart and her breathing. He was just about to fall
asleep when Michelle, flushed and wide-eyed, burst through the door. Her
eyes grew even bigger when she saw the gorgeous blonde man in bed with
Samara and she gasped,

"Who is…God! Does he ever look like Lotor!"
"He does, doesn’t he…"

Samara smiled down at the sleepy prince and then looked back at Michelle,
asking,

"Why are you in such a hurry? Old fish-face chasing you again?"
"Of course! Tam and I had just taken our wolfies to the kitchen, ‘cause
they were complaining about being hungry…"

Michelle flopped down on the foot of the bed and continued,

"Well, they started gobbling everything in sight, which is not exactly the
most appealing thing to watch, so we told them to come back to the Harem
when they were done. To make a long story short, we bumped into Zarcon on
the way back and we had to split up to lose him. I knew he wouldn’t come in
here."

She giggled and added,

"Of course, I had no idea I would be interrupting something!"
"Actually, if you had come about an hour ago, you would have really been
interrupting something."

A deep chuckle rumbled in Milliardo’s chest as Samara’s cheeks reddened
slightly. Turning his head to look at the snickering Scribe lounging at the
foot of the bed, he said solemnly,

"Now that you’re here, Michelle, perhaps you can help me."

He looked at the princess with earnest, blue-green eyes and said,

"You can read thoughts, see into other person’s lives. I need you to look
into my mind and help me to remember, to determine if the images I’m seeing
are memories or hallucinations."
"How did you know…?"
"He knows a lot about us, Michelle. Please, help him."
"I’ll do what I can, Sammie-Ma."

Michelle nodded and placed a hand on Milliardo’s shoulder, advising him,

"This might feel a little weird, so bear with me."
"Do what you must…I can handle it."

She closed her eyes and began concentrating, sifting through the swirling
images and feelings that were clouding the prince’s mind. It took some time
to sort out the true images from the false, but once she had done this,
Michelle was shocked by what she saw, deep in Milliardo Peacecraft’s
subconscious.

"Oh my God!!! You aren’t going to believe this…"
***

Treize slowly opened his eyes to see Maeve’s sleeping face a few inches from
his own. She was snuggled close to his chest, her legs entwined with his.
A wolfish smile flashed across his handsome face as he surveyed the
exhausted woman beside him. He brushed a strand of hair from her face,
wincing slightly as he felt the sting of where she had bitten his shoulder.

~Dangerous little vixen! She has a strong bite for someone so small…~

He was about to kiss her neck when a knock came at the door accompanied by
an urgent whisper,

"Maeve? Are you there? It’s me, Tamy…"

Treize, never one to become flustered, slid out of Maeve’s arms, donned the
large black robe that was hanging on the wardrobe door, and proceeded to
confidently unlock the door. Another blue-skinned woman rushed inside, out
of breath and her white hair very mussed indeed. She collapsed into a chair
and said,

"Lock that door, quick, before Zarcon gets here!"
"Certainly."

He turned the bolt and leaned against the door, watching Tamy recover her
breath. The filmy pink dress she was wearing was not designed to take the
sort of strain it was under from the dramatic rise and fall of her bosom,
and Treize found himself watching the fall and swell with great interest.
Snapping out of it, he asked,

"Are you all right now, Tamy?"
"Yes, I think so. Who are you, anyway?"
"I am Treize Khusrenada."

He stepped towards her and kissed her hand, adding,

"It’s a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise, Treize."

Tamy bit her lip and asked,

"Um…did you and Maeve…?"
"Yes, why?"
"Its just that…most men are afraid of her, and for good reason! Every one
that’s tried has gotten shot at."
"Well, I’m not like most men."

"Oh really?"
"Don’t you believe me, Tamy?"

Treize leaned down and smiled at her, his deep blue eyes twinkling
mischievously. She giggled and replied,

"Why should I? We hardly know each other."
"That’s an easy enough problem to solve."

~ He’s as sure of himself as Lotor! Of course, he’s no Lotor, but still…~
The idea of taking this handsome stranger back to her room was a tempting
one, so she said,

"Why don’t we get better acquainted in my room? There’s a secret passageway
that connects most of the rooms in this wing, so we can slip out without
Zarcon noticing…"
"An excellent proposal, Tamy. Lead on, fair lady."

Treize followed Tamy through the hidden corridor, thanking divine Providence
for bringing him to a palace inhabited by beautiful, friendly women. He had
not been gone long when Maeve awoke and practically flew out of bed.

"Omigaw…he’s gone! Sweet Brighid, I bet that low life scum sucker Zarcon
threw him in the dungeon!!!"

She wrapped a celadon kimono around herself and stepped into her slippers,
fuming,

"He probably had that shriveled old hag of a witch teleport Treize right out
of my bed! Ooh, I am so going to maim him for this!"

Grabbing her daggers, Maeve stormed out of her room to search for Treize.
Had she known he was safe in Tamy’s arms, she would not have been at all
upset, but the idea of a hunk like Treize languishing in the dungeons, or
worse still, in Haggar’s bedroom, made her blood boil.

"Looking for me, my little Druidic morsel?"

Maeve spun around and saw Zarcon leering at her, dressed in a pair of black
leather pants, boots and vest. She was torn between the urge to laugh
hysterically and to vomit uncontrollably at the sight of his scaly, fat blue
body squeezed into such tight pants.

"Have you been raiding Gina’s closet again, Zarcon? What’s with the
leather?"
"I thought you liked leather."
"I do, but not on you."
"I can always take it off for you."

He started to peel off the vest, which was far too small for him anyway, and
Maeve exclaimed,

"Saints preserve me!"

She pointed a dagger at him and said,

"You so much as touch your belt and by the bones of St. Peter, I’ll skewer
you."
"You can’t kill me, Maeve, or else the entire castle will detonate. Why
don’t you just accept the inevitable."

He took a step towards her and she kicked her slippers at him.

"I like ‘em feisty! Come here, Celt!"
"Eat my dust, fish-face!"

Maeve bolted away from him, but the kimono hampered her stride and she was
not able to run as fast as she needed to elude Zarcon, who had whipped out a
pair of rollerblades and was gaining on her.

~Why did I have to wear this blasted thing? Just because Anubisu gave it to
me! Curse me for a sentimental fool. Still, if I can outlast the filthy
pervert…~

Rounding the corner, she could hear shouts and the firing of energy weapons
up ahead. She could never resist a good fight, so she ran towards the
sounds, Zarcon hot on her heels. It suddenly grew very quiet and as she
reached the spot where the noise had been coming from, she found several
metal statues of palace guards, in different fighting stances, littered
about the corridor.

"We-yurd! I wonder what happened here?"
"I’m what happened here, sweetcakes!"

Maeve looked up towards the ceiling and saw a six-foot long, bright blue and
red jet zooming towards her.

"JETSTORM!!!"

She squealed, flinging her arms around the Vehicon’s neck as he tranformed
to robot mode. He scooped her up in his arms, hovering above the ground,
and asked with a grin,

"Did ‘ya miss me, sweetcheeks?"
"Did I ever!"
"Ack!! What is that, that thing?!?!"

Zarcon skidded to a halt, clutching his chest. He had never seen anything
so bizarre in all his life, even amongst Haggar’s sex toys. Of all the
Vehicons, Jetstorm had the biggest ego, and he did not take kindly to being
called a thing, particularly by something as hideous as the organic life
form standing in front of him. He sneered and said,

"Don’t they have rules about throwing the ugly ones back?"
"It…it can talk?!?! My heart…"

Already winded from trying to keep up with the speedy Celt, Zarcon’s ticker
was not up to any more stress and the scaly lech collapsed in a dead faint.
Immediately, an alarm began to sound throughout the castle, summoning the
royal doctors. Maeve looked at Jetstorm and said,

"I think we’d better motor, honey, before more lizard guards come."
"Oo-kay, mercenary babe, where to?"
"My room. I’ll give you directions as we go, and you can tell me how you
managed to find me."
"Deal!"

They flew off towards Maeve’s chambers, unaware that someone was observing
them, someone that was very pleased that the Celt had been rescued from
Zarcon.

"I could not allow him to have you, my dear. I have plans for you, great
plans, which do not involve that ridiculous fish!"
***
0_0 Ooo! What did Michelle see in Milliardo’s past? And whose looking out
for me and why? Did this person bring my sweetie-pie to my rescue? Will
Lotor ever find his way back to Doom?
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
How was that???

Buh-bye!
Maeve, the frail and bedazzled Celt
Brian Drummond no mirai oku-san,
her happy little clone family and her Vehicon
GW INVASION: Part Six

It's kinda long, cuz I was bored and was on a
roll...also, seeing Treize in the bathtub last night
was an inspiration *blushes*

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GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part Six
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"Miss Noin? Are you all right?"

"Yes, Quatre, I’m fine. Just going to check something
out in the Omega Quadrant. I’ll report back at
17:00H."

"Okay. Be careful, Lucrezia."

The soft green eyes of Quatre Rababa-Winner gazed with
loving concern at Lucrezia Noin, causing her to smile
and assure the young Gundam pilot,

"I’ll be careful, Quatre, I promise."

He smiled and signed off, leaving her monitor blank
once again. She piloted her Taurus mobile suit
towards the blip on her radar screen; and as she
approached the location, she could make out what
looked to be a shuttle with bat-like wings. Seizing
the shuttle, Noin trained the suit’s cameras onto the
cockpit, and she gasped when she saw the shock of
white-blonde hair and gloved fists of the unconscious
pilot.

"Oh, God, no! It can’t be…Zechs?"

She had tried hard to forget her old crush, after all
that he done during the war with Earth, and although
she had suspected he had survived the destruction of
the Libra Spacebattleship, she had never expected to
find him adrift in space, and in such an odd looking
shuttle. Setting aside her personal feelings, Noin
brought the shuttle back to the mining facility where
Quatre was waiting for her.

He helped her remove the man from the cockpit, and
both of them nearly fainted when they turned him over
to place him on the gurney and they saw his blue skin
and pointed ears. Noin sighed with a mixture of
disappointment and relief, saying,

"Well, it sure isn’t Zechs."
"But…look at him, Miss Noin."
"What do you mean?"

Quatre was studying the man’s face intently, so
intently that Noin was compelled to follow suit. He
looked over at her and asked,

"Well, what do you think?"
"He’s handsome…"
"I don’t know about that, but…"
"Trust me on this one, okay, Quatre?"

He frowned slightly, not certain he liked the idea of
her finding the stranger so attractive. Shaking his
head, he said,

"What I meant was, don’t you think he looks a lot like
Zechs?"
"He’s blue, Quatre! How can he…"
"Look past that, Lucrezia. Look at his face, not at
his skin colour."

Noin tried to ignore the blue skin, focusing instead
on the face shape and features of the man they were
wheeling into the medical bay. Suddenly, she grabbed
Quatre’s arm and said,

"You’re right, he does look like Zechs! But how?"
"The soul of outer space, Miss Noin, it can achieve
anything."

She opened her mouth to ask the spiritual young man
what he was talking about, when the blue stranger
opened his eyes and said hoarsely,

"You look just like your mother, Lucrezia."
"Oh God!"
"The soul of outer space…"

***
Meanwhile…
***
"Tell me, Tamy, what is this we’re drinking?"
"It’s a special brandy, made just for this planet,
from very rare Denubian grapes, Treize. Do you like
it?"
"Very much, thank you.’

Treize took another sip of brandy and slid an arm
around Tamy’s waist, pulling her closer to him, as he
said,

"I also like the Denubian women."
"I’m glad."

She giggled and set her glass down on the side of the
tub next to his, as they slipped beneath the bubbles.
~Wars are beautiful when they are fought, but love
certainly is far more beautiful when it is made. I
hope Milliardo doesn’t recover for awhile yet.~

***
In another part of the harem…
***
"Are you sure, Michelle?"
"I know what I saw, Sammie, and I’m telling you,
there’s no doubt about it."
"It would explain an awful lot."

Samara turned her attention from Michelle back to the
drowsing Milliardo Peacecraft, who in his weakened
state had passed out while Michelle was reading his
memories. Samara kissed him softly and whispered,

"Wake up, my Prince."
"Samara? Did Michelle…?"

He struggled to sit up, his eyes flitting from Samara
to Michelle as he asked,

"Tell me what you saw."
"I saw why you are so tormented, Milliardo, and why
you came here."

Michelle looked into his blue-green eyes and
continued,

"You were taught, ever since you were a little boy,
that you were a Peacecraft, and that you had to
believe in total pacifism because of your lineage.
When your home was destroyed, and your family killed,
you wanted to fight, to exact revenge on those
responsible."
"Yes, and I became Zechs Marquise, an OZ officer, to
do just that."
"And when you had your revenge, you felt guilty for
betraying your family’s beliefs, and you have been
torn between pacifism and your innate urge to live the
life of a warrior ever since."

She paused, taking in the reaction of her audience,
which was one of shocked fascination. Continuing,
Michelle said,

"Fighting battles, engaging in wars comes naturally to
you because you were born to a warrior father, and
even though your mother does not like to fight, even
she has fought for what she believed in at different
points in the past."
"Why are you talking about my parents as though they
were still alive?"
"Because they are."
"What?"

Samara and Milliardo exclaimed in unison. Michelle
nodded and said,

"When I looked into your mind, I went deeper than even
you can remember, and I saw who you truly are. You
are the son of Prince Lotor of Doom and Princess
Allura of Arus."

Realising her audience was shell-shocked and
speechless, she explained,

"Obviously, I couldn’t see how your parents came
together, however, I did see why you were sent to
another dimension. There were factions both within
the Drule Empire and the Alliance of Planets that was
greatly opposed to the union, and your life was
threatened many times. To keep you safe, your parents
sent you to another Earth, and entrusted you to the
Peacecrafts, who were without heirs."
"And…Relena…?"
"When she was born, her life was also threatened, so
she was also sent to the Cinq Kingdom. You are more
like your father, while she is more like your mother."

Samara smiled, pleased to see the relief on
Milliardo’s face and pleased to know that somehow,
sometime, Lotor would finally win Allura. The
Lightning Count smiled, for the first time in years,
and said,

"Is grandfather around? I’d sure love to see the old
fish’s face when he sees me."
"You can’t see Zarcon! He’s one of the ones who tried
to kill you!!"
"How’re we going to hide him, Michelle? Zarcon’s
bound to want to know where Lotor is, and if he comes
in here looking for him…"

Samara and Michelle huddled and devised a plan, while
Milliardo, a great burden lifted from his soul,
drifted off to sleep in Samara’s arms.

***
Elsewhere…
***

"So, sweetums, how’d you get out of that stasis pod
anyway?"
"I don’t really know, sugarlump. I woke up just as I
was about to slam into this castle. If I hadn’t come
out of stasis lock, I would’ve been slagged for sure."

Maeve and Jetstorm were lounging on her chaise,
munching carrots and charging up on energon,
respectively. She had never seen him sit down before,
and every now and again she couldn’t help but giggle.
He caught her laughing and one of his eyes widened,
making it look as though he had arched an eyebrow,
which was impossible as he didn’t have any. This made
her laugh even harder, and he demanded,

"What’s so funny, babycakes?"
"You are! I’m sorry, but its funny to see you sitting
down!"

She giggled, placing a hand on his, as she added,

"And then…when you looked at me like that…Mmmph!"

Maeve tried to stifle the laughter but failed, and she
leaned on him, holding her sides while she laughed.
Jetstorm scowled at her and then grinned
mischievously, which was always a prelude to him doing
something naughty. Catching her off-guard, he started
tickling her unmercifully.

"Aaaiiieee!!! Jetstorm, for the love of St. Michael,
stop that!!!"
"Stop? My exhaust pipe! I’m just getting warmed up,
babycakes!"

She leapt off the chaise but he snatched her up and
floated to the ceiling with her, tickling her all the
while. Maeve had to cling to him to keep from
falling, which was vexing since he was the one she was
trying to avoid in the first place. This spectacle
went on for some ten minutes or so before a voice
commanded,

"Vehicon! Set her down at once, and cease with this
foolish behaviour!"
"By the Fianna…"
"Say, what?"

They froze in midair, and Jetstorm focused his sensors
on the decrepit figure in the corner. Sneering, he
asked,

"Who’s the ol’ bag a bones, babycakes?"
"I don’t see any…Sweet Mary! Mumm-ra?!?!?!"
"Yes, my dear, it is I, Mumm-ra, the Ever-living."

He emerged from the shadows, holding his red cape
around his shoulders with a horrid grin on his face.
Maeve swallowed and asked,

"What are you doing here, if you don’t mind my
asking?"
"I have come to see you."
"Hey there, mummy-man, I don’t think so!"

Jetstorm pointed the gold key at Mumm-ra, prepared to
defend his babycakes from yet another threatening
organic life form. The dæmon priest just cackled and
said,

"You don’t understand, Vehicon! I came to see how she
was getting on, you know, doing the grandfatherly
thing."
"Oo-kay…"
"Wait just a nano…did you say, grandfather?!?!?!"

Maeve facevaulted and would have fallen out of
Jetstorm’s arms had he not landed quickly. She stared
at Mumm-ra, who replied,

"Yes, I did, for lack of a better term. I am your
ancestor."
"Holy sh--mmph!"
"Nah-ah-ah! None of that, sweetcheeks!"

Her Vehicon chastised her, his claw-hand clamped over
her mouth. More muffled profanities followed, but she
couldn’t get his hand off her mouth, so she gave up.
Mumm-ra cackled again and said,

"I am glad to see that you are taking your role as her
guardian seriously, Vehicon."
"Oh, so you’re the one who brought me here, huh?"

Jetstorm studied the mummy, then broke into his best
hick accent, saying,

"Yessiree, I shore do luv ma’babycakes here! I won’t
lit iny o’ thim fish min bother her, neither!"
"Er…I’m glad to hear it."

Mumm-ra had forgotten how corny the Vehicon could be
sometimes, but Maeve didn’t seem to mind, so he
grinned and added,

"I wish I had known about you earlier, for then we
could have prevented that fool Anubisu from kidnapping
her!"
"NO!!!"

Maeve wailed, finally breaking free of Jetstorm’s
hand. She looked at Mumm-ra with puppy eyes and said,

"I wouldn’t want to have never met Anu-kun, or to have
never come here and met all the wonderful ladies of
the harem!!!"

She wanted to say that she definitely would not take
back her meeting with Treize Khusrenada, or the daily
spectacle of a shirtless Lotor lifting weights, but
she had a feeling that Mumm-ra and Jetstorm would have
taken that badly, so she just kept her mouth shut.
Her ancestor shrugged and said,

"Very well, then, child. I will leave you in the
Vehicon’s capable…um…hands? Yes, hands."
"Hey!"
"I will be back to check on you, from time to time.
Take care of her, Vehicon."

He disappeared, without giving Jetstorm a chance to
complain about the hands comment. Maeve and her blue
guardian sat back down on the chaise, baffled by the
revelation that she was descended from Mumm-ra, but
happy to be together again, and flipped on the big TV
to the Romance channel, which was showing Love Story.

"Ew…I think I’m going to lose my energon…"
"Ugh! You and me both!!! Lemme find something else,
and fast!!!"

Maeve changed the channel to the James Bond channel,
just in time to catch the opening shot of Dr. No.
Squealing with joy, she cuddled with Jetstorm and they
settled in to watch. ~I just hope he doesn’t pick up
on the sexual innuendo…that would be sooo
embarrassing!!! Please, just don’t let him no…~

"Hey, sweetcheeks? Why is she in Bond’s room in just
a shirt? Isn’t he supposed to leave?"
~Oh, crikey!~
***
:Maeve: Poor me!!! Having to tell Jetstorm about the
birds and the bees! *giggles*

:Jetstorm: *embarrassed*

:Maeve: *giggles* Aw, angel, its okay! Nobody
expected you to know what that was all about!

:Jetstorm: *eyes narrow* You can stop rubbing it in
now, babycakes.

:Maeve: *blinks* Are you getting irritated? Poor
widdle baby! *pats his cheek*

:Jetstorm: *mischievous grin* I’ll get you back,
sweetcheeks.

:Maeve: Ooh, I’m scared!!! *giggles*

:Jetstorm: *grabs her* I warned you! *kisses her*

:Maeve: *eyes widen* Aaaiiieee!!! I’ve been kissed by
a Vehicon!!! AGAIN!!!

:Jetstorm: Who’s laughing now? *laughs maniacally*

:Maeve: @_@


=====
Maeve, the frail and bedazzled Celt
Keeper of Mini-Tallgeese v.2 Mark02, Mini-Wing Zero Mark03 and Mini-Epyon Mark02;
Keeper of Treize02, Sally Po02, Heero03, Relena01 and Zechs17;
Keeper of Anubisu01 and Seiji01;
Keeper/kidnapper of Jetstorm

"Buckle up, boys' n' girls, 'cause here comes trouble!" [HaremTales] GW INVASION: Part Seven

Maeve: Welpers, my story is nowhere near as exciting
as the other ones going through the list, but it keeps
my fevered brain entertained (and from turning
completely to mush ^_-) so here's the next bit...I
tried to make it funny!!! Oh, yeah! If I screwed up
the Voltron force's characters/personalities, sorry!!
I did my best to keep them true to what I remembered
of them...*crosses fingers and hopes she didn't mess
up too horribly*

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GUNDAM WING INVASION: Part Seven
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Previously, Zarcon had gone into cardiac arrest after
chasing Maeve and encountering Jetstorm...Treize and
Tamy-san were enjoying a luxurious bath...Milliardo is
enjoying Samara-chan's soft arms (^_~) and
Michelle-sama's company...

***

"Your majesty, you aren’t fully recovered yet!"
"I’m fine, you ignorant blowhard!"

Zarcon pushed his way through the crowd of doctors
towards the door, furious that each attempt he had
made to snag a Harem girl had ended in failure, and
determined to alter the situation. Michelle and Tamy
had evaded him, and Maeve had escaped him twice.
~I’ll get all three of them…No, all of the ladies at
once! Yes, that it! I’ll lock them up in the throne
room, so they can’t get away, and then Mr. Happy will
finally get what’s coming to him!~

"Out of my way!"

He kicked the two doctors who were blocking the door
to the floor and stalked down the corridor towards the
East Wing and Lotor’s chambers. ~I bet he’s got
several of them hiding in there with him! Well, they
belong to me and I’m going to have them, for once! I
am the dictator of this galaxy, I should have my needs
met whenever I want them met!~ Reaching Lotor’s door,
he tried to open the door but found it locked, so he
pounded on the door and demanded,

"Lotor?!?!?! Open this door immediately!!! I command
you, both as King and as your father, that you open
your door at once!!!"

There were some muffled rustlings and the sound of
feet scurrying around the room. Zarcon was about to
knock again when the door opened to reveal ‘Lotor’ in
full dress uniform. The fish king stepped into the
room, his eyes searching for the Scribes he was
certain were hiding somewhere, and said,

"Son! So glad to see you! I was just starting to
get…er, worried about you. Hadn’t seen you in
sometime, so I thought I’d drop in and see how you’re
doing."
"I’m fine, father."

‘Lotor’s’ voice seemed a tad deeper and huskier than
Zarcon thought it should be, but he chalked it up to
maturity and thought with pride that his son’s voice
was finally beginning to sound more like his own.
Michelle, standing in the hidden passageway with
Samara, nearly gave them both away when she read that
thought.

"Oh, like you ever sounded half that sexy!"
"Shh! You know what big ears he has! He might hear
you!!!"

Samara whispered fiercely back to her. She nodded and
they both fell silent once more, listening to the
conversation between Zarcon and ‘Lotor.’

"Is there anything you wish to speak to me about,
father?"
"Huh?"

Zarcon closed the closet doors back and then replied,

"Oh, no, no, not really. Just checking up on you,
that’s all."
"Well, you seem to be looking for something. Did you
lose something, father?"

Had Zarcon been any less engrossed in locating a
Scribe he would have detected the sarcasm that clung
to the word "father" each time ‘Lotor’ pronounced the
syllables. He didn’t notice, though, and he put an
arm around ‘Lotor’s’ shoulder, saying in a low voice,

"I did lose a couple of things earlier, son. Three
things, to be exact. Three soft, female things…"

A speckle of drool formed in the corner of Zarcon’s
mouth as he thought about Michelle, Tamy and Maeve.
‘Lotor’ smirked slightly and said,

"I’m afraid your missing females have not sought
refuge here, father, for as you can see, I am alone."

‘Lotor’ gestured around the empty room, his face
shadowed by the helmet. Zarcon, enjoying his daydream
of having all the Harem girls in his bed at one time
while Hagar was forced to watch from a little glass
jar, mumbled,

"Alone? No, they’re all…Oh, you mean_here_! Right! I
see that. Well, I guess I’ll have to…"

A guard rushed into the room and exclaimed,

"Begging your pardon, Highness, but Voltron has just
attacked Planet Gloom!"
"What?! They never attack anything!! Unless…Oh, wait
a minute! That’s where we’ve got all those slaves,
right? I guess they’re trying to free them…Damn!
Can’t have that!"

He turned to ‘Lotor’ and ordered,

"I want you to lead the counterattack! Go to your
cruiser at once!"
"As you command, father."

‘Lotor’ smiled a very small smile and left, while
Zarcon went to his throne room to watch the battle on
the monitors. He wasn’t the only one, for two Scribes
were hurrying to their rooms to watch, too, just as
the monitors all over the castle were switching to
Planet Gloom.

"This is gonna be good!"
"Kick some butt, Lotor!"
"He’s always so tense after a battle…"
"And he always needs to be relaxed!"

The room erupted into a chorus of giggles as Gina,
Jenn, Dom and Sarah prepared to watch ‘Lotor’ do
battle with Voltron.

***
Confused warriors.
***
"We’re almost there, team!"
"Just a few more robot guards to go, and we’ll have
freed all the slaves on Gloom!"
"Take that, Zarcon!"

The head, an arm and a leg of Voltron were feeling
fairly confident of victory, as the resistance had
been pitiful, while the other two limbs of the mighty
robot were a bit more cautious.

"Come on, guys, they never give up this easily!"
"Lance is right! They always have a trick or two."
"I think you two are ju…wait a sec…there_is_something
on the screen!"

Keith blinked at his monitor, which was sending him
very strange readings about the object heading
straight for their position. The configuration of the
approaching vessel did not meet any of the recorded
data for any of the Doom or Drule forces.

"Er…Keith, what the hell is that thing?"
"I haven’t got the slightest idea…"
"Oh, great! Now what, fearless leader?"
"Lance, shut up!"
"You shut up, dwarf-boy!"
"He’s not a dwarf!"
"Was I talking to you, fatty?"
"Why you little b…!"
"God, you guys are so immature, I swear, I sho…"
"All of you…SHUT YOUR MOUTHS BEFORE I BEAT THE LIVING
CRAP OUT OF YOU!!!"

There was silence throughout Voltron as a mammoth
purple gryphon, with a whip-like tail, broke through
the clouds and swept overhead. The Voltron force let
out a communal "Oh shit!" as the metallic creature
transformed into a robot, metre-for-metre as large as
Voltron.

"A new kind of robeast!"
"No problem, right guys?"
"Not for Voltron!"

All past disagreements were forgotten (for the moment)
as the team prepared to fight the purple ‘robeast’ in
front of them.

"Form electro-sabre!"

The command was given and executed; and Voltron
stepped towards his foe, expecting to deal it a
crushing blow. However, the left arm of the purple
‘robeast’ came up and cracked the energy-whip,
wrapping it around the sabre. With a flick of its
wrist, the ‘robeast’ disarmed Voltron, sending the
sabre flying through the air. There was more than a
little profanity uttered in the five cockpits of the
lions that make up Voltron. They recovered quickly
though and Keith commanded,

"Fire eye-beams!!"

The eye-beams fired, but the purple ‘robeast’ dodged
them easily, flanking Voltron and kicking him squarely
in the back as it came back around. A great deal of
profanity spilled forth as Voltron skidded across the
earth and the pilots attempted to regain control of
their respective parts.

While its multi-coloured foe was still down, Epyon
began firing the machine guns housed in the sides of
its head. Voltron took several hits before regaining
his feet, and a fire actually broke out in yellow lion
that blue lion had to put out before they could start
fighting again.

"This guy is tough, real tough. I think we’re going
to have to go for the sure-kill, team."
"Right!"

Keith grinned and said,

"Form blasing sword!"

The sword was drawn and Voltron advanced on his purple
nemesis. Had they been able to see the smile on the
pilot’s face, the five young people inside Voltron
would have started saying their prayers.

Epyon drew its energy-sword and met Voltron head on,
slicing the sword that had destroyed so many robeasts
in half. Horrified but not about to give up, Keith
ordered each lion, in turn to use its special attack
against the enemy. Fire, spikes and two kinds of
missiles were all fired at Epyon, but none of them
found their target. Some were shot down, others were
destroyed by the sword or by the whip, and many more
were simply outrun. Swallowing the lump in his
throat, Keith gave the command for the lion heads to
fire at once. ~This is really our last shot! I hope
it works…Gina!~

When Epyon dodged the four lion heads with ease, if
not grace, Keith shouted,

"Hand-to-hand combat, team! I’m not giving in without
a fight!!"

They knew it was crazy, but they all followed his
lead, guiding the mighty robot into combat with what
seemed to be an indestructible ‘robeast.’
***