Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Quest for Nagifar ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Vinyl-Koneko 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.21.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 379 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Action | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.21.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 379 | Status: Completed
+ Title: The Quest for Nagifar - Part 5
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: PG-13
+ Couplings: 1x2, 3x4, 11+13
+ Warnings: action, adventure, language, angst, yaoi
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Don't own Indiana Jones, either. Both belong to something bigger than I could ever comprehend. ^_^
+ Comments: //Lyrics// and *emphasis* and 'thought' and [flashback], some may not be used in this fic...it's just a heads-up. Sequel to "Heero Yuy and the Eye of Horus". Starts up maybe two or three months after its epilogue. You don't need to have read "HYatEoH" in order to understand this fic, but it would be nice.
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Stavanger, Norway
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Norway was swarming with OZ officials; OZ hadn't had anything in the means of a power hold in Norway - which stayed relatively neutral when it came between OZ and their opposition - but it was a little odd considering how Heero doubted the organization wanted to see him dead *that* badly. From what Heero could tell while watching from his vantage point through his binoculars, the aircraft carrier that had launched the fighter planes was receiving a change in command.
Heero heard footsteps approaching from behind him. "I found a guy who'll let us borrow a car, but we have to bring it back in one piece."
The archaeologist turned, smirkly slightly at Trowa. "It looks like I'll be walking, then."
The taller man nodded his head at the procession down below. "What's going on?"
"The carrier is receiving a new commander. It looks like the old captain is being put under military arrest."
"You think it has something to do with us?"
Heero crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his gaze. "I wouldn't think OZ would be punishing anyone for my death."
Trowa snorted. "That's your ego talking. Maybe whoever doesn't want you dead would rather do it himself."
"It's a possibility," the Japanese-American slipped his binoculars into his sack. "Now where's this ride of ours?"
The said ride turned out to be a tan Horch[1] that couldn't have been more than a couple years old, but the Horch had definitely seen more than its share of days. The body looked like it was rusting out, and the fender was half falling off, but the engine worked and the wheels were relatively whole, which seemed to be all that mattered.
The drive was fairly peaceful once they got out of the city. The land was green and mountainous, and on more than one occasion did they have to stop and wait for a herd of oxen to cross the road before they could continue. The people they passed look tired and weathered, most likely from the harsh weather conditions they endured yearly opposed to OZ's powerhold on the country.
"If the Nagifar did exist, Oslo would be the best place to start. They'd keep something of such significance in the capital, most likely near the Oslofjord since it *is* a boat. We should try the Vikingskipshuset first," Heero was looking between a map and his notebook, trying to find any correlating terms, but nothing was looking like an exact match. The Vikingskipshuset was essentially the Norse version of a naval museum. It had on display the world's pair of the best preserved wooden Viking ships from the ninth century. While saying nothing about Nagifar, the Vikingskipshuset should have some of the information they needed. "It says the museum is west of central Oslo on the Bygdøy peninsula."
"Shit," Trowa cursed under his breath. Heero looked up in time to see a barricade going across the road as it approached Oslo, an OZ patrol truck parked on the side. There were only two officers, but Heero knew backup was just a radio away, and neither he nor Trowa had their pistols easily accessible.
Heero looked closely at the uniforms, making out their entry-level rank pins. They weren't the pick of the litter; fresh recruits would be easier to deal with than any of the officers that were with General Khushrenada in Egypt and would possibly know who the two men in the Horch were. They were muttering a few words back and forth when Heero and Trowa approached, the latter arching an eyebrow in mock-irritation and clearing his throat.
The soldiers jumped, snapping to attention before addressing the Americans in heavily accented English. "You want pazz for Ozlo?"
"Why is the city blocked off?" Heero didn't feel threatened by the soldiers, seeing they were only arms with nightsticks and a small firearm that had four shots, tops.
"Iz being prepared for an OZ delegashun. Zoldiers haff to clean Ozlo and decorate it for the arrival of our General."
Trowa and Heero exchanged a questioning gaze. "I heard that General Khushrenada was killed," Trowa probed, trying to find out who was in control of OZ.
"Lady Une iz in charge now, sirz, but she iz zending a reprezentative to meet the man whoze killing of archaeologizt Doctor Yuy waz unauthorized. No one knowz thiz for certain, but he was relieved of command thiz morning, and it'z the only logical explanashun." The soldier looked at his companion. "Our orderz are too keep out thoze who want to azzazinate the reprezentative. Now, we must know your buzinezz in Ozlo."
Heero couldn't help but smirk. This was all too easily. "We're just here to visit the Vikingskipshuset. To see the," the Japanese-American frowned, pretending he couldn't recall the name. "The boat that was discovered a couple decades back..."
"Ah, the Ozeburg is a lovely craft for zomething zo old. I zaw her myzelf. You interezted in ships?"
"I guess you could say that," Trowa replied.
The soldier's companion spoke up for the first time. His English was less accented than his comrade's. "We shall let you pass, but if you cause any trouble, we will come after you. I guarantee it."
They lifted the barricade, waving for the Horch to go through.
"Go day, sirz!" the soldier called after them, and even Trowa couldn't help but burst out laughing as they drove to the capital city.
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End Part 5
A/N: I have never been to Norway; I haven't seen many pictures of Norway; I don't really even know much about Norway, so I'm BSing a little. Don't take anything I say as a fact because I'm pulling it out of my ass. ^_^ Creative license.
[1] German car. IMAGE: http://www.autogallery.org.ru/k/h/hh7.jpg & SOURCE: http://www.autogallery.org.ru/ (great site for images of older cars).
+ Author: Vinyl Koneko (Emily), roguegirl@att.net
+ Rating: PG-13
+ Couplings: 1x2, 3x4, 11+13
+ Warnings: action, adventure, language, angst, yaoi
+ Archive: Want it? Take it. Just give me credit, please.
+ Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. Don't own Indiana Jones, either. Both belong to something bigger than I could ever comprehend. ^_^
+ Comments: //Lyrics// and *emphasis* and 'thought' and [flashback], some may not be used in this fic...it's just a heads-up. Sequel to "Heero Yuy and the Eye of Horus". Starts up maybe two or three months after its epilogue. You don't need to have read "HYatEoH" in order to understand this fic, but it would be nice.
*~**~*
Stavanger, Norway
*~**~*
Norway was swarming with OZ officials; OZ hadn't had anything in the means of a power hold in Norway - which stayed relatively neutral when it came between OZ and their opposition - but it was a little odd considering how Heero doubted the organization wanted to see him dead *that* badly. From what Heero could tell while watching from his vantage point through his binoculars, the aircraft carrier that had launched the fighter planes was receiving a change in command.
Heero heard footsteps approaching from behind him. "I found a guy who'll let us borrow a car, but we have to bring it back in one piece."
The archaeologist turned, smirkly slightly at Trowa. "It looks like I'll be walking, then."
The taller man nodded his head at the procession down below. "What's going on?"
"The carrier is receiving a new commander. It looks like the old captain is being put under military arrest."
"You think it has something to do with us?"
Heero crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his gaze. "I wouldn't think OZ would be punishing anyone for my death."
Trowa snorted. "That's your ego talking. Maybe whoever doesn't want you dead would rather do it himself."
"It's a possibility," the Japanese-American slipped his binoculars into his sack. "Now where's this ride of ours?"
The said ride turned out to be a tan Horch[1] that couldn't have been more than a couple years old, but the Horch had definitely seen more than its share of days. The body looked like it was rusting out, and the fender was half falling off, but the engine worked and the wheels were relatively whole, which seemed to be all that mattered.
The drive was fairly peaceful once they got out of the city. The land was green and mountainous, and on more than one occasion did they have to stop and wait for a herd of oxen to cross the road before they could continue. The people they passed look tired and weathered, most likely from the harsh weather conditions they endured yearly opposed to OZ's powerhold on the country.
"If the Nagifar did exist, Oslo would be the best place to start. They'd keep something of such significance in the capital, most likely near the Oslofjord since it *is* a boat. We should try the Vikingskipshuset first," Heero was looking between a map and his notebook, trying to find any correlating terms, but nothing was looking like an exact match. The Vikingskipshuset was essentially the Norse version of a naval museum. It had on display the world's pair of the best preserved wooden Viking ships from the ninth century. While saying nothing about Nagifar, the Vikingskipshuset should have some of the information they needed. "It says the museum is west of central Oslo on the Bygdøy peninsula."
"Shit," Trowa cursed under his breath. Heero looked up in time to see a barricade going across the road as it approached Oslo, an OZ patrol truck parked on the side. There were only two officers, but Heero knew backup was just a radio away, and neither he nor Trowa had their pistols easily accessible.
Heero looked closely at the uniforms, making out their entry-level rank pins. They weren't the pick of the litter; fresh recruits would be easier to deal with than any of the officers that were with General Khushrenada in Egypt and would possibly know who the two men in the Horch were. They were muttering a few words back and forth when Heero and Trowa approached, the latter arching an eyebrow in mock-irritation and clearing his throat.
The soldiers jumped, snapping to attention before addressing the Americans in heavily accented English. "You want pazz for Ozlo?"
"Why is the city blocked off?" Heero didn't feel threatened by the soldiers, seeing they were only arms with nightsticks and a small firearm that had four shots, tops.
"Iz being prepared for an OZ delegashun. Zoldiers haff to clean Ozlo and decorate it for the arrival of our General."
Trowa and Heero exchanged a questioning gaze. "I heard that General Khushrenada was killed," Trowa probed, trying to find out who was in control of OZ.
"Lady Une iz in charge now, sirz, but she iz zending a reprezentative to meet the man whoze killing of archaeologizt Doctor Yuy waz unauthorized. No one knowz thiz for certain, but he was relieved of command thiz morning, and it'z the only logical explanashun." The soldier looked at his companion. "Our orderz are too keep out thoze who want to azzazinate the reprezentative. Now, we must know your buzinezz in Ozlo."
Heero couldn't help but smirk. This was all too easily. "We're just here to visit the Vikingskipshuset. To see the," the Japanese-American frowned, pretending he couldn't recall the name. "The boat that was discovered a couple decades back..."
"Ah, the Ozeburg is a lovely craft for zomething zo old. I zaw her myzelf. You interezted in ships?"
"I guess you could say that," Trowa replied.
The soldier's companion spoke up for the first time. His English was less accented than his comrade's. "We shall let you pass, but if you cause any trouble, we will come after you. I guarantee it."
They lifted the barricade, waving for the Horch to go through.
"Go day, sirz!" the soldier called after them, and even Trowa couldn't help but burst out laughing as they drove to the capital city.
*~**~*
End Part 5
A/N: I have never been to Norway; I haven't seen many pictures of Norway; I don't really even know much about Norway, so I'm BSing a little. Don't take anything I say as a fact because I'm pulling it out of my ass. ^_^ Creative license.
[1] German car. IMAGE: http://www.autogallery.org.ru/k/h/hh7.jpg & SOURCE: http://www.autogallery.org.ru/ (great site for images of older cars).