The Plants
Boringverse
Because No One Else Wanted Them
"...So you're saying that there's apparently two hostile alien species in outer space, one of which was so hilariously advanced that they were sending swarms of what appeared to be sentient mobile suits at the other, which consisted of huge fleshy things and the occasional highly advanced Mobile Suit?"
"Pretty much." Was Aaron's response to Azrael's continued questioning. It had been some time since the Nava-Hoe had departed the Clusterfuck Space as it was now being referred to in the highest levels of Earth Federation government. Namely Azrael's office. "Why are we here in the PLANTS? You already know that even as a Guild Tech, I'm not allowed to set foot in them."
The blond faggot rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about it, Gentles. Just focus on repairing and seeing what you can salvage from the mobile suits. We've already received the specs and information from that Eurasian Federation suit you hacked earlier, so I'm sure we'll be able to replicate it on our end." The Chairman of Blue Cosmos suddenly turned pensive, as he glanced around for a moment, "Where's Saachez?"
"He went into the PLANTS."
"...How?"
"...Goin' ashore, 'cap."
"How? You're not a even registered citizen of the PLANTS. You're registered as a member of the French Foreign Legion, for God's sake."
"...Heh."
"...Hell if I know." Aaron replied unemotionally.
Azrael gave the Guild Tech a blank stare, blinking slowly, "...Right. Anyway. Just repair things for now, see if you can make anything out of the junk that was leftover, especially that..."
"Gravity Engine."
"Gravity Engine. Right. Of course. Anyway, that thing. Keep us updated. We've got someone over there who will be happy to lend you a hand when the time comes, Durandal was kind enough to escort him over, and I believe his business should be concluding there relatively soon." The greaseball smirked, "Do make sure to pick up Saachez on your way out, although I personally won't have a problem if he doesn't make it before it's time for you to depart."
Durandal? Should he really be namedropping? I don't even know what that is, but it sounds like something Djibril would have sex with. The Guild Tech blinked slowly, "You don't want me to take a look at Saachez's mech?"
Azrael shook his head, "The Gundam? Of course not. From what you and I can both tell, that thing runs on technology we don't have a comparable match for, except..." The faggot smirked, "Anyway, your priority is to upgrade your own mech, not worry about pissing off a very valuable mobile suit pilot for hire."
He's not telling me everything. Do they already have the technology on hand? Or is there some other reason he doesnt want me poking around in that suit? Aaron nodded, "Of course. As for the matter of my payment..."
"Don't worry, Gentles. After my contact arrives to debrief you, he'll be more than happy to discuss the matter of your compensation with you. Bye for now." Azrael waved lazily as the connection was severed, rendering the view screen blank.
Something Djibril would have sex with? Man I need to get laid.
Aaron reached into his pocket, taking out a dollar bill. His gaze drifted towards the bathroom, almost guilty.
As soon as possible.
"Hey! Mayu here. Can't answer the phone, so leave a message and call me back as soon as you can!"
"...Mayu." A young boy walked through the streets of the PLANT. It had been only weeks since the Earth Federation had invaded ORB, wiping out his family in the crossfire between it and..."Freedom..." Shinn Asuka's voice shook, gripping the pink cell phone of his little sister. The only memento he had left of her. The sound of her voice mail recording. The only thing that kept him going. The constant reminder of what...and who...had been responsible for taking his family from him.
"Hooooh, boy. Looks like you've been put through the grinder, havntcha?"
The young boy looked up, his red eyes gazing at the red haired, clean shaven man in front of him, he stood up straight, hands in the pockets of his well-pressed suit. "...I can tell, the eyes of someone who's seen hell. Lemme ask you something, brat. Do you know what killed your folks?"
This...old man...knows? He knows something? Shinn nodded, half out of shock, and half out of the innocent, naive obedience towards his elders that was ingrained in all children.
Ali smirked. Both were things he would be able to stamp out, given enough time. And child soldiers always had a way of turning out well if they lived long enough. Just look at that Krugis brat, for example.
"Then let me ask you something else, kid. Do you know why they died?" Shinn shook his head in the negative, Ali felt his smirk stretch even wider, "It's because the people of your home country turned their backs on God and Tradition, you see." Shinn's eyes widened in shock, horror, disbelief, and betrayal. Ali suppressed a chuckle, shit was too easy sometimes, "You're..." Honestly, it didn't take much to guess. The only place ZAFT had accepted refugees from lately was well known, "From ORB, right?"
Shinn nodded his head, confirming the mercenaries suspicions, "I'll tell you what, kid. Do you want to avenge your parents?" Ali glanced to the pink cell phone gripped tightly in Shinn's hand, "And your little sister?" The kid gripped the phone even more tightly, causing it to creak. Bingo. "Follow me." Ali smirked, straightening his back out, "I'll teach you everything you need to know.
'Starting with this." He handed a book to the younger boy, a copy of the Quran.
"Hey, you!" A random ZAFT military officer ran over, waving at the pair, "You need special permission to-" The man's indignant voice vanished instantly as he caught a good look of Ali's face. "C-Colonel! I apologize! It won't happen again!"
Ali snorted, "See that it doesn't. On your way then." He made a shooing motion as the officer tripped over himself to scurry away. Shinn's eyes looked up at the older man, shining with wonder and adoration. The red haired terrorist chuckled, rubbing his hand into the child's hair, "Kid. We're gonna make a warrior of God out of you yet."
"Yes!"
A door to the Supreme PLANT council chamber opened up, as Gilbert Durandal entered the chamber, his long hair swaying back and forth effeminately. He bowed respectfully towards his apparent betters, before gesturing towards the entrance to the room, where a middle aged man stood with blue hair and a strict, hard expression.
"I'd like to present to you...Earth Federation Vice Admiral, Flit Asuno."
The council erupted in angry harrumphs, before the apparent leader, Chairman Zala, thumped a hammer onto a desk in order to settle down the cats he had given himself the job to herd.
"And what does a filthy Natural such as yourself want with us, hmm? Unevolved monkeys such as yourself should stick to earth where you belong, better suited to flinging shit at yourselves that way!"
Several harrumphs of agreement later, Flit strode into the chamber, bowing subtly towards the assembled politicians. "I've come with an offer of arranging a ceasefire with the intent of establishing a permanent peace."
A shocked silence filled the chamber. Eventually, Chairman Zala broke it with his usual straightforwardness, "And what brought this about, Natural scum?"
His expression unchanging, Flt Asuno simply stared flatly at the genocidal buffoon in front of him, the intensity caused the grief stricken bitch of a man to flinch back slightly, "A threat to the well being of humanity has emerged in space not too far from here."
"It's Aliens, Chairman Zala. Highly advanced ones, at that." A voice interrupted from the doorway.
Flit nodded in acknowledgement of the man's presence, "I brought a respected expert on the subject to help convince you." The man strode in, dressed in a clean pressed brown suit, his brown hair shooting out above his head.
"Giorgio A. Tsoukalos, Chairman Zala. I'm here to discuss what was discovered by Federation Officers only a few days ago, and how I believe that this may not be the first time that humanity has encountered either...The Radam," Tsoukalos reached into a briefcase, withdrawing a manila folder with an image of a colossal bug like thing, "Or the Cybertronians." Another folder appeared, this one with a badly cropped image of Warworld.
"Chairman Zala," Flit began, "Whatever your opinion of the Earth Federation, we have a hostile alien life form at your doorstep. Humanity must unite in the face of outside threats..."
"Together we stand, or divided we fall." The expert alien archaeologist muttered reverently.
"...And why should I listen to you?! ZAFT can handle an alien race or to on their own! I believe we're done here-"
"Chairman Zala." The blue haired man interrupted, "We can do this the easy way, or...we can do this the way that leaves me feeling very smug afterwards."
Grinning madly, Patrick Zala withdrew a disco pistol, and leveled it at the Earth Federation officer, "Sounds like a threat to me, Natural! Thanks for the tip!"
Flit's mouth twitched upward slightly, before sighing in resignation. "Oh well." An instant later, Zala was collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth, as a grey haired woman ran up to him affectionately, "...Ezalia Joule, was it? You'll do." He turned away from the rest of the room, the gray haired woman clinging to his arm. "I'll leave the rest to you, Doctor. Supreme Council." With a lazy wave, Flit Asuno departed the chamber for parts unknown.
At that moment, deep in space, Yzak Joule felt a chill run down his spine. This did not go unnoticed by his superior officer, who immediately rerouted his ships destination for the PLANTS themselves.
