Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ III - C - High Council Meeting of the Order ( Chapter 18 )

“Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation”

How these 4 s-words are intertwined with one another

By Masamune Reforged

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Gundam characters, they are the property of Bandai, Sunrise or someone else, but not me. I use them for no-profit whatsoever, but for entertainment's gain.

Warnings: Yaoi (including graphic lemon, multiple multiple pairings) cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, sanity.

 

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Part C of “In the Concrete Jungle”, Page III in the s4 arc

Order, High Council Meeting of

? POV

 

A completely dark room, save for two candles on both sides of an altar. On the altar is an old book, a sword, and a symbol carved into the wood. Behind it sits a cloaked figure. The cloak is black, hood up, covering the face. It is impossible to identify him. The only defining trait is an elaborate golden sash draped around the neck and tied around the waist.

 

Behind him is a larger rendition of the symbol. It is a globe held up by Atlas, from whose hands also dangle a scepter and sword. Unlike most depictions, Atlas is clothed, in the finest of dress from times long past. He wears a crown and a knowing, superior smile. Figures of an ancient language adorn the top, above the globe, and the bottom, at Atlas's feet.

 

The cloth that the symbol appears on does not cover the entire wall. A perceptive eye can catch numerous screens catching the glint of the candles in the corners.

 

Two equally concealed figures approach, kneeling and mumbling an oath at the altar. They both carry individual candles, which they add to the altar. One figure is noticeably smaller than the other, who is both tall and broad. The shorter man sits on the right hand side of the room, the taller on the left. Their respective sashes are silver and purple.

 

The leader, the figure behind the altar, stands and the others follow. They raise their arms as if in emulation of Atlas and murmur a prayer or chant in an unrecognizable tongue. They return to their seats.

 

“We are all busy, so this shall be brief,” the leader speaks. He is a male with a calm, monotone voice. “I have not invited our Kin Scribe, nor any of the others, for a reason. The contents of this meeting are to be secrets, kept under The Pain, even from our fellow Kin, until I decide the proper time to reveal them.”

 

“Is that such a-” the large man, for his is a deep bass of a voice, begins to protest.

 

“You must acknowledge the Order before speaking, Kin of Rite!” the leader roars, his soft voice now an almost alien snarl.

 

The tall man stands and makes several motions with his arms. “Kin of the Order, God Head,” he addresses properly, but a dark tone underscores the final two words, used to address the leader. “I must ask if it is wise to conceal these happenings from the others. Kin Neo is a crucial part of our efforts, as are numerous others. To properly implement our plan they must have adequate information.” He quickly adds, “And, considering our haste and small numbers, I kindly appeal for an Open Forum.”

 

“Open Forum is granted. There is no need to address,” the God Head grants the request. “As for information, it shall be contained, as I said before, to us three. The others will know when they must.”

 

“Do you believe there may be a spy in our midst?” the one with the silver sash finally speaks. He has a heavy European accent.

 

“The Pain and Punishment for such crimes is known to all,” the leader answers. “It has always been sufficient to keep loyalty, even if only through fear. And, if I must remind you, Kin Procurator, protecting against such evils falls directly under your charge.”

 

“To the matters at hand,” the God Head continues on, for time is dear to all three of these men. “As you know, one of our number, Duke Dermail, will be resigning as Mayor of Metro City, the key base of our most important operations. Despite our best efforts, that meddler Darlian has enough evidence to force him to step down, if not enough to charge him publicly... Treize Kushrenada will volunteer to take over.”

 

“We acted too late. And, with Kushrenada... it is more than just a rumor then...” The hulking figure's voice shows the unease in all of them. “Does this mean we should stall the operation and cancel the assassination?”

 

“No.” The European noble, the Kin Procurator, shakes his head decisively. “The time and cost of moving the materials and personnel would impede our plans for years to come. As for the assassination, we must not let this recent blow go unanswered. I wonder... perhaps we should approach Kushrenada and see if he can be brought to our side?”

 

“Bringing new Kin into the Order is not done with forced hands,” the leader silences the notion. “We shall continue the Superior effort, but with greater caution and vigilance. Kushrenada is a threat, but he lacks the control of the factions, particularly those that would give him insight into our operations. Yes, Kin of Rite?”

 

The large man, the Kin of Rite, speaks, “With Dermail out of the picture, who shall we depend on to be our go-between? We still need the support of those corrupt bastards, not to mention the grunt gangs.”

 

“Those criminals are the very filth we seek to exterminate!” the Procurator cries out. “It has always been a mistake to trust them! To do so in the future would-”

 

“Filth or not, we need them to keep the Superior plan on schedule,” the Kin of Rite lashes back. “If you are so desperate to secure yourself in Metro City, we should seek out Dekim to-”

 

“Dekim was cast out for a reason! Speaking his name is even a-”

 

“We will have order!” The God Head stops them both with authority. “True, those criminals are not to be trusted, but they are a necessary part of the implementation. Dekim Barton is Cast Out, and shall remain so. He was never brought into the Fold and made Kindred. So it stays.”

 

“His lack of loyalty would have merited the Pain and Punishment had he been made Kin...” the Procurator grumbles angrily. “I still believe it is a mistake to let him live.”

 

“The assassination goes as planned. Darlian has created only a slight setback in our efforts, and he shall pay for it with his life. As for the officials and businessmen Dermail controlled, their loyalty can always be purchased; and we will not need their support for long. We will let the various criminals and cartels believe we are still in need of their services,” the God Head states. “But we will bring in our own trustworthy hands to handle the more sensitive material.”

 

“Material?” the large man asks. “Then the Superior-?”

 

“Yes.” The Procurator's glee is evident in his voice. “We have made great strides in the project. We have one living sample, a woman.”

 

“A woman! Hah! The madness!” the large man roars. “Still, this means that our goals will be reached soon?”

 

“Such delicate matters of science are not as quickly gained as fame and fortune,” the God Head says. “Manipulating the press and the Secretary of Diplomacy is one matter, Kin of Rite. But creating the Superior race is more difficult than you could understand.”

 

“Scientific skills I may lack,” the large man counters, “but the power to keep the blinders on the horse is needed to lead the cart to the desired goal.”

 

“Kin of Rite, I order you, for the good of the Order and the betterment of this world, to continue holding the hand of Ms. Clyne, the Secretary of Diplomacy. Keeping our enemies from overseas at bay is important to our success, especially with the loss of Dermail and the number of foes in this land.”

 

“It shall be done. Do we have any new information on that rabble, those who think they can grab control of this world, which we have supported for so long?”

 

“No. Those foxes are elusive, and wear many masks....” the Procurator says. Indeed, their foes are as well guarded as they are.

 

The God Head takes control again, commanding, “Kin Procurator, you will continue to implement the Superior plan. That girl is the first step on a glorious path. I trust you will continue to do your duty, as well as keeping guard for our enemies. I place Kin Neo at your disposal. Use him and his weapons well.”

 

“It shall be done.”

 

“Guard the secrets here divulged! Let us call forth God's blessing on our most holy and esteemed efforts,” the God Head invokes prayer.

 

A longer prayer in the bizarre language is made. The candles are blown out. All is black.

 

-end, High Council Meeting of the Order,

Part C in Page III of “Sex, Substances, Sin and Salvation”

Next: Bad Habits - Quatre's - Cigarettes

 

ID Notes:

These characters won't be revealed just yet. Are they from Gundam Wing, or aren't they? You'll find out eventually. Much more on the site

 

Dekim Barton is the head of the Serpent War conflict in Gundam Wing Endless Waltz. He was also involved in the original Operation Meteor, but the 5 Gundam scientists changed things at the last minute and he was not involved in the Operation.

 

Lacus Clyne (Klein) is a character from Gundam SEED and Gundam SEED Destiny. She is a rich and powerful pop star / political figure in PLANT. I absolutely hate her as she serves as the source of many plot holes and horribly cheesy speeches in those series...

Here she plays the role of Secretary of Diplomacy, sorta a Secretary of State. Basically a government official in charge of maintaining relations with foreign countries.