Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ To Look Back and Cry ❯ Planet Side ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

To Look Back and Cry

By Sabersonic

Chapter 8: Planet-Side

As the Raiden reaches the coast of what was once known as Nicaragua, the vibrations begin to soften and subside. The GTMB Carrier detaches from the Raiden and it lands in the water with a rather large splash. The GTMB Carrier flies off to return to space but in twenty minutes the GTMB Carrier is shot down by Crongus Entente weaponry. The Raiden races to enter the jungles of Nicaragua and hide from Crongus Entente patrol. The Raiden then travels about fifteen miles inland before they stop and make camp in the interior of Nicaragua. First they deploy scout drones and use scanners to check and see if there are any enemy units or encampments in the area. Then they send out bipedal mechanized construction suits to set up the parameter laser fencing and early warning detection systems out into the parameter of the campsite. Soon they set up small, collapsible facilities for purposes that fill the gaps of the Raiden.

"Man! That was one though ride! Even back in Operation Meteor reentry was never that intense!" Duo stretches his arms as he exits the Raiden.

"Just be thankful that we're alive Maxwell!" Wufei said as he scans the scenery. On the horizon, a storm was rapidly approaching. Lightning can be seen flashing. Just then a three-meter tall alien walked towards them. The alien has dark blue skin, green scales on its eyebrow, back, fingers and fore arm and toes and fore legs, and a small horns on its elbow, knuckles, nose bridge and sides of neck and a reptilian tail.

"The storm will approach us at its narrowest. We should storm proof the camp site."

"And what makes you- HOLY SHIT YOU"RE HUGE!!!!!" Duo exclaimed as he scanned the alien's stature.

"I get that many a times from those who have not laid eyes upon a Zandrini." Answered the Zandrini alien.

"That's your species name?" The Zandrini nods.

"Yes, but I belong to what you might call a subspecies of the Zandrini. A separate clan almost genetically different from the majority of the species."

"Really? Well it sounds Italian."

"I tried Italian cuisine, not as flavorful as they say in my opinion. Forgive me for my rudeness, I should introduce myself. I am Nujokolo of the Workuin Caste."

"………interesting name. The names Duo Maxwell, and-"

"I am named Wufei Chang." Wufei interrupted Duo before he could finish.

"W-what he said."

"Greetings Maxwell and Chang. We must head indoors, the elements are unease and will bring forth the wrath of nature in their path."

"Um…yah…..whatever. Let's go inside." The three hurried inside the Raiden just as the bipedal mechanized construction suits began to storm proof the facilities and defenses.

~*~

Within the cargo hold of the Raiden, two soldiers were taking a break from their duties and play a card game. The first one lays a few oddly shaped cards upon a cargo pod and then starts to shuffle them.

"Okay now, the name of the game is Punz-Yao-Kai, Jokers are wild." Passes out the cards in a casino dealer fashion.

"Okay….um….how do you play the game again?" The first soldier gets frustrated.

"Geeze! Punz-Yao-Kai's hella easy! It's like black jack!"

"I don't even know how to play black jack."

"Blundering, look at this. The objective of Black jack is to get as close to twenty-one as possible without going over. The royalties are ten points and the aces can be either one or eleven." Then they suddenly heard some cargo pods rattle. They move to investigate and when they flash a light beam they find Relena Peacecraft and Jean Greenwood hiding among the pods with the shadow of other stowaways out of reach of the light.

"Um….are we there yet?" the two light flooded stowaways giggle nervously.

~*~

Inside the Control Bridge of the Raiden, the commanders meet to discuss attack plans in their area of the planet. Many of them have some comradeship connections from many battles before.

"Heero? Heero is that you?" A young man around the age of 25 approached Heero.

"Scott Bernard, it's been a long time." The two of them shake hands.

"A real long time. What are the chances of us meeting up again? How's it going?"

"Oh I'm doing okay. And how's Marlene doing?"

"Oh she's doing okay, she's five months due though."

"Oh, well then congratulations then Scott. And I see that you moved up a rank or two."

"Well it's nothing compared to you. Last time we met we were both Lieutenants but now you're a Lieutenant Colonel. Amazing." Then Nujokolo walks up to both Scott Bernard and Heero.

"Hey Nujokolo, how's it going?" Scott and Nujokolo shook hands.

"I am at optimum efficiency." Nujokolo turns to Heero. "I hear that you are going to be engaged to this parallel Relena Peacecraft, am I right?" Scott looked amazed and shocked from what Nujokolo had said.

"Well what do you know, you finally gotten ready to settle down. Though I never thought that you'd ever wanted to stick with the same girl so to speak."

"Look whose talking Bernard, Marlene's looks exactly like your old fiancée." Scott raises his hand slightly after Heero's comment.

"Guilty as charged. But you got to know the situation that Marlene looks exactly like-"

"We all heard this tale before Bernard." Nujokolo reminded Scott.

"Yes, it's almost like some kind of fairy tail to some of the younger soldiers."

"And speaking of fairy tails, how's your situation with Kikia Nujokolo?" Nujokolo shutters as he heard that name.

"It would pleases me most if you refrain yourself not to speak of that name Bernard." Bernard starts to laugh a bit.

"Aw come on Nujokolo, surely you don't hate her that much. I mean sure she is annoying at times but-" Nujokolo interrupts Bernard's comment.

"My hatred and anger towards that Leadership clan-female is beyond human comprehension."

"Yah, sorta like Heero here with Relena long ways away from what he told me. Maybe you care about her more then you think Nujokolo."

"Don't force me to snap your neck Bernard."

"Hehe I'll shut up now if you'd like Nujokolo." Then the mission commander, who is known as Colonel Herald K. Boote, calls for everyone's attention.

"Okay now that we've gotten aquatinted with each other. Let us begin." A hologram of the Nicaragua and central America was luminated and shifted and changed itself with accordance to Colonel Boote's words. "We are currently in the Central American Sector of both the North American and South American Quadrants in what was once known as the country of Nicaragua. There are approximately 158 Crongus Entente bases and slave camps within the two quadrants. Our Mobile Base, the Raiden, will move northward towards the North American Quadrant towards the Mexico City Base where it is being held by the Tl'ams who are responsible for the defenses here in the Central America and South Western Sectors. The other Mobile Base, the Gallivant, will head south towards the Late Titticauta Slave camp held by the Lalouk. There will be some garrisons in our way so we have to knock them out quick and fast so that they do not warn the others in our rout to Mexico City. Now we all are anxious to get our hands into battle with the Crongus but they will have to wait until we have freed the people from the Tl'ams and Lalouk in our designated sectors. Then we can heads towards the nearest Crongus base at the Phoenix Base. Does everyone understand that?"

"Sir, yes sir!" The commanders said in union.

"Okay then, prep your teams because we have a garrison to hit soon." The commanders leave the control bridge of the Mobile Base.

~*~

An hour later inside a room, Heero confronts the stowaways Relena and Jean. Both Relena and Jean seem unhappy as Heero looks upon them.

"I don't have to remind you how dangerous this mission could be to you, so I'll ask once as to why you just decided to sneak onto a battle ready mobile base?"

"But Unke Heero, we didn't want to loose you." Jean finally spoke up, tears building in her eyes. Relena nods in agreement.

"I know that you two worry over me but going with me isn't going to improve the situation. Now I'll worry about you two getting hurt or killed during battle on the Mobile Base."

"Well it's no different then if we stay upon one of the colonies or the capital ships." Heero takes some time thinking before he replies.

"True but-" Then suddenly Jean ran to Heero, hugged his leg and cried.

"Unke Heero…" Jean said in between sobs. Relena also rises up and walks up to him.

"I know exactly how she feels Heero. She can't take the burden of loosing someone else she cares about, like me…"

"Relena….Jean…" Heero knells and gently hugs Jean. "I'll make sure that none of you get harmed in any way, and neither will I." Jean hugs Heero tightly with her small arms as Relena smiles and hugs Heero around his shoulders.

~*~

Within his quarters, Nujokolo sits upon the floor with his legs under him, and prays in front of a small statue of a Zandrini Goddess atop of a small box filled with blue sand and white crystals. Incense sticks placed in sand within the box burn slowly as smoke slowly rises towards the ceiling. The box containing the sand was rather lavish and had rare jewels and gold embroidered within the outside covering and had handles to be carried around with the cover-lid over it. (AN: From this point on, any sentences in between these <..> are in an alien language or I'm too lazy to do an Earth language and just do English, whatever comes first.)

<Great Mother Norjonto, mother of all life, source of all light, hear thy prayer. Guide thy to battle as thou have done in days long past with thy ancestors now in eternal rest in the realm of honored and holy spirits. Show thy way to smite thy foes and crush those who will go against our life and the life of my allies. Protect thou flesh, blood, and soul of one born from thou holy womb from the evils and villainy of thy enemies. Grant thy divine wisdom from the ages brought forth by thou, Holy Mother of the Divine to enlighten thy child of spiritual birth and lead thou warriors to victory and salvation. Great Mother Norjonto, mother of all life, source of all light, hear thy prayer. Let the incense lift thy prayer to thou ears and guide thy into battle with honor and let thy self be remembered for the bravery and honored gain even if by blood. Great Mother-> Some one presses the chime button next to his door, disturbing his prayer. "WHAT?!"

"Nujokolo, it's me Scott."

"Well what is it that is so important to disturb my prayers?" Nujokolo said, anger within his voice.

"Well we found some stowaways in the cargo hold and this one especially wants to see you."

"Who would want to see me- Oh no…Don't you dare let her in or I will blast you both!" Nujokolo rises quickly, balls of fiery energy erupt from his palms waiting to be discharge and destroy their targets.

"Now Nujokolo, you know better then I do that you can't do that because of your faith." Scott was right, it was against Nujokolo's religion and upbringing to even strike down a female. It was not only a taboo and a sin, but highly sacrilegious for females are sacred because in accordance to Sorceron faith, the female brings forth life into the world and that any harm towards the female is equal to harming life itself.

"Damn all divine faith….send her in…" The hatch slides away to show Scott Bernard and a rather beautiful looking tail-less Zandrini in a dress and hooded cape that seemed to be made of the finest silk and the Triad, which symbolized the once union of Clans of the Zandrini Empire that is worn only by those part of the Leadership Clan.

"Nujokolo…" She said with joyful tears building in her eyes and a bright smile. Then she dashes towards Nujokolo as if her life depends upon it. "Nujokolo!"

"Looks like someone's happy to see yah Nujokolo." Scott joked as Nujokolo's eye flinched in anger and frustration, as his entire body tightens with hatred towards the Zandrini Female from the Leadership Clan.

"Well I'm obviously not!" The Zandrini female hugs Nujokolo tight and lovingly as she says sweet nothings to him in her native language of Zandrini. Nujokolo looks down upon her and says, "I hate you Kikia…"

<I love thou so much thy love…> Kikia was blind from Nujokolo's hatred towards her. Scott almost falls to the floor with amusement.

"Well I'd better leave you two alone-"

"Don't you dare leave me alone with her! Don't you dare!" Nujokolo yelled at Scott, Kikia oblivious to what he has just said.

"All right, all right I'll help get her off of you. But it's going to cost yah."

"Don't remind me…" Scott helps let the reluctant Kikia off of Nujokolo.

"Okay now let's see….," Scott pulls out a hologram screen projector and types in some data into it. "You now own me 17 lunches, 5 dinners and 3 R&Rs."

"Like I said before…don't remind me." Then he spots Kikia looking at the small statue of the Great Mother.

<Wow….such a wondrous treasure-> But Nujokolo grabbed her hand before it got near the statue.

<Thou shalt not touch!> He places the lid cover over the statue. Then after a moment, removes the lid cover, blows out the still burning incense and then puts the lid cover over the statue. He carries it by the handles towards a corner of his quarters and places a rather lovely looking silk-like cloth over the box.

"You'll have to excuse him your highness, but Nujokolo's a bit sensitive to his faith as you well know." Kikia reluctantly nods.

"You forget that she's no longer a princess of the Cast of Zinar." Nujokolo reminds Scott of the current situation.

"Yah, sad that they died though-"

"They deserved it!" Nujokolo interrupted Scott. Just then he noticed Kikia now clinging to his arm and rubbing her head affectionately against him. "Somebody shoot me…"

"Sorry bud, looks like you're stuck with her." Scott jokes.

"Don't make me break your neck."

~*~

Some hours later at the hangar bay.

"..and that's how Nujokolo and Kikia got together again." Scott said, retelling the events from before.

"Wow…she sort of sounds like Relena back during the Eve Wars." Duo then spies Heero giving him the death glare. "Shutting up."

"Does he really hate her?" Quatre asks.

"Yep, even since those two were engaged to be married years ago, when the Zandrini Empire was still whole. Though I hear that he had other personal reasons why he hated her besides getting an arranged marriage without his consult, as if he had a choice in the first place. I bet yah that Nujokolo's trying to get away from her right this instant."

"I can't believe he is afraid of some onna." Wufei commented.

"Well its not like he has a choice Chang, I mean his religion forbids him to kill her and all." Then the group spots Nujokolo standing next to them, wearing a large trench coat and wide brim hat.

"Is she here?" Nujokolo asked.

"Why don't you tell her to leave you the fuck alone Wukin?" Wufei asked.

"Wufei!" Quatre scolded him.

"Well he should."

"I wish…." Nujokolo replied. "Beside it didn't work."

"Well maybe you and this Kikia might work out some kind of a relationship if you give it enough time. Who knows, you might end up being fond of her." Then Nujokolo death glared Quatre that gave almost everyone shivers down their spines.

"Don't make me break your neck Arab…!" Quatre goes a little wide-eyed.

"Um…how about we talk about something else, shall we?" Quatre laughed nervously a bit. Just then the klaxon alarm sounded and lights flashing.

"We have a perimeter breach! I repeat, we have a perimeter breach! All military personnel to action stations!" The soldiers scrambled towards their assault vehicles of battle cycles, jeeps and ATVs while others rushed out of the hangar bay with weapons armed and ready to fire at anything.

There were three types of battle cycles used: The light assault/scout bike, the heavy artillery bike and the transformable Cyclones. The light assault/scout bike was designed as a recon unit with light weaponry of grenade launchers and a machine gun and armor, along with close range sabers for close quarters combat. The heavy artillery bike is massive, with a large particle beam cannon on the left, a shield generator with laser weaponry on the right, a pulse gating energy weapon at the front end, a grenade launcher in the rear end, heavy armor and also armed with close range sabers. The Cyclones are transformable bikes that become powered armor with either a voice command or a flip of a switch. The Jeeps have powerful hydraulics that can enable them to jump on their own power and roll itself back upon its wheels if it would ever overturn, has medium armor and has a hyper pulse rifle in the back for firing at air born or ground based units. The ATVs are similar to the battle cycles, with the exemption that they have four wheels instead of two.

The Gundam Pilots scrambled to their Mobile Suits in case there were large humanoid and/or fast moving air units. Just then a group of Robotron Fighters in Walker Combat mode followed by Cytron Troopers on the ground and upon their hover platforms. The Cytron Troopers are the infantry of the Tl'am Network, each are armed with light but deadly energy weapons and can protect themselves with a solid state shield plate. The fortunate side of the Cytron Troopers was that they were superior in strength but unfortunate to them is that they cannot maneuver or run as fast as a normal living organism because of their weight. The Raiden started jamming any short or long wavelength communications the Cytrons or the Robotron Fighters could transmit to their base while the soldiers open fired upon the enemy. The Gundams used their verniers to accelerate towards the Robotrons, but the anti-gravity propulsion of the Robotron Fighters helped them escape into the air, but then the Gundams of Deathscythe Hell and Wing Zero flew into the air while Heavy Arms and Nataku provided ground support. A light assault/recon battle cycle rode underneath a Cytron Hover platform and launched a grenade into the anti-gravity generator. The platform crashed and the Cytrons abandoned the platform and sought cover from enemy fire. Soon the Robotron Fighters have been destroyed and all that was left were three Cytrons that were armed with assault packs. Sheer numbers alone easily destroyed them.

"Hehe, too easy!" Duo gloated as the Robotron remains burned.

"Don't be so cocky Duo, you might find yourself in a lot of trouble." Heero warned Duo.

"I must agree with Yuy. You must be mindful of what you are doing Maxwell and not let your pride blind you. Even if you are a Gundam Pilot, there are things far more worst then a Gundam." Nujokolo preached.

"Yah yah, let's get inside before something else happens." The group returns to the Raiden, already exhausted from their bout with the enemy. Colonel Herald K. Boote decides that their location is compromised and that they have to leave the area immediately. And so the bipedal mechanized construction suits went out again to disassemble the parameter defenses and other collapsible buildings. After all the equipment is on board, the Raiden activates its anti-gravity hover generators to lift it above the ground and propel itself away from the originated campsite. The Colonel sees that there is a small area a few clicks from their present location in the north that would be adequate enough to hide the Raiden from enemy recon units and was even closer to the nearest Tl'am base then the previous site. It was decided that the Mobile Base would be stationed there until the Tl'am base is destroyed.

~*~

It was a quarter of an hour later when they finally reached the new base site, but they find that they were not the only ones to believe that it was safe enough to hide from the Crongus Entente. A small village was situated to the East corner of the area and seems to be unarmed. A recon team was sent to investigate the village.

"You think the village is a hiding place for guerrillas sir?" A Dracoid asked as the two of them were observing the recon team from the bridge of the Raiden. The Dracoids are best described as humanoid dragons. The aliens walk upright and have large, bat like wings, a bladed tail end and a reptilian/humanoid body. The Dracoids also have the ability to expel a napalm like substance from a special gland in their mouth that immediately becomes fire as soon as it comes in contact to nitrogen gas, qualities that besets a dragon-like alien. The Draco was wearing a customized UCE uniform with the rank of Major.

"Either that or refugees that are hiding from the Crongus Entente. Either way they might help with our mission here." Colonel Herald K. Boote commented as he watches the recon's status on a data screen before him. "I just hope that nothing else happens that could jeopardize the safety of the civilians."

"So do I sir. But this is war and casualties are to be expected, even among the civilian populous."

"Yes but still, the price of a dead civilian is too high a price for war in my book. We have better put our defenses and units on precautionary alert, just to be safe."

"Yes sir. `One must be several steps ahead of the enemy in order to achieve victory.' As spoken in the book of Kalgair, the war god."

"True, but there is also the warning of redundancy. `Resources for war aiming at air should be instead aimed at the enemy.' Not sure where that one came from." The Colonel then takes a drink of his tea. "But whatever happens, we should be ready for it. Right Major Qunox'Karnx?"

"Yes sir. We will be ready for anything the Crongus Entente attack us with." The Colonel nods but still had a foreshadowing feeling that something is about to happen.

In the hangar bay, several pilots were waiting anxiously for some action and dying of boredom. Some soldiers were playing various card games, a small group in the back were talking about past war experience, a majority reading mail from the home front and many other activities to kill time.

"I'll not only meet your five, but I'll raise it to fifteen credits." A soldier said while playing a game of poker.

"Oh really? Well then I raise it to a twenty!" In the far corner of the hangar bay, Nujokolo leaned against the leg of a custom mecha with a cockpit that's designed to be piloted by experienced Zandrini Warrior Pilots. Nujokolo thinks back to his childhood. As he thinks back, an unnoticed tear escaped his eye for a split second before he rubbed it off. Nujokolo looked around to see if anyone noticed the tear, but saw none. He then took a deep breath and again leaned against the leg of the mecha.

"Why are you crying?" Jean was right next to Nujokolo, startling him. He immediately jumped onto the mecha, cursing in Sorceron.

"Didn't anyone teach you not to sneak up on strangers?!?!?!" Nujokolo finally asked, trying to calm himself down.

"Why were you crying?"

"Um…..It's none of your business." Nujokolo replied to the young child.

"I want to know!"

"Shouldn't you be a nuisance to someone else?" Then Jean started to whine and Nujokolo finally surrendered to the child. "Let's just say that it's a sensitive subject."

"How sensitive." Relena walked towards the two, picking up Jean in the process.

"You got that from her, didn't you young one?" Nujokolo sweatdropped.

"Well?"

"Do any of you have any respect for one's private life?" Both Jean and Relena shook their heads. Nujokolo sweatdropped twice while mumbling under his breath. "Ask a stupid question…"

"You were saying?" Nujokolo sighed as he leaned back against his mecha, starting out his story.

~*~

Zandrini Year1360 of the Space Pilgrimage Calendar (Earth Calendar 2300 C.E. approximately)

Inside the lavishly decorated Imperial Court Hall of Emperor Kovi of the Caste Zinar, General Nanjel of the Workuin Caste meets with one of the Chief Advisors and half-brother of Emperor Kovi, Duke Manovinec of the Caste Melsh. General Nanjel was lead into a room that neared the entrance to the Imperial Court Hall.

<So what is so important enough to take me from Hach'Norak?> General Nanjel asked the duke.

<General Nanjel, I'm afraid that I have some disturbing news for you. His highness, Emperor Kovi, plans to announce the betrothal of his daughter Kikia-> General Nanjel interrupts Duke Manovinec, shocked to hear such information.

<Being betrothed to your only child, Nujokolo.> This news has defiantly caught the general's attention to the subject at hand.

<M-my son?!>

<Yes….I'm afraid so general.>

<This is a total violation to the Social Contract!> General Nanjel slams his fist into the tabletop.

<I will not allow this to happen! I will seek an audience with the emperor immediately!> General Nanjel marches out of the room and rudely interrupts Emperor Kovi's audience with the Minister of State and the Emperor's Cousin, Grand Duke Vides of the Caste Zimnirandai.

<Is it true that you plan to betroth my son to the princess?!> The entire court then starts to talk of this sudden turn of events.

<On the contrary General, I have been bestowed the crown of the Empire by Kevlar, the king of the gods, and as by that divine right, I have given absolute control for the good of the Empire.> Emperor Kovi rises from the imperial throne, the fabric of his robe drags across the marble floor of the court hall. <You seem to be stepping over the bounds of the Social Contract General.>

<The Social Contract forbids that kind of absolute power! The Clans have not agreed to this kind of-of authoritarian dictatorship!> General Nanjel bit back at the Emperor, knowing fully well that the Social Contract, the treaty from the ancient era, does not allow centralized power such as what the Emperor says.

<It seems that you misunderstood the situation General. I am the Emperor, the most powerful figure in the Empire and I can do whatever I wish. The Social Contract does not forbid my power. Now, if you would be so kind as to leave the court hall and calm your fury until you are of reasoned mind.> Angered, General Nanjel leaves the court hall with clenched fists. Behind him, the court of the Leadership Clan continues. The corruption of the Leadership Clan have gone too far this time, the forced betrothal of his only child will not go unpunished.

~*~

Outside the Hall of Sorceron Elders, enclosed by a five-meter tall door of dull brown and red limestone like Sachamatarina Stone, another Sorceron General awaits for the massive doors to open. The General known as Gamar'Kink of the Wukin Clan and brother to General Nanjel, awaited his brother while the assembly continues.

Then the doors opened and out comes General Nanjel, head hanged low below his pride. General Gamar'Kink walks towards him.

<What is the ruling of the elders brother?> General Nanjel could barely look at the eyes of his own flesh and blood when he finally decided to speak.

<Even if that is so, we should not show any hostilities towards the Leadership Clan yet. The Elders know that better then any one of us of the Sorceron Clan.> General Nanjel sighed before he continued.

<You don't mean-!> General Gamar'Kink gasped as General Nanjel nodded.

<Yes, I was charged with one of the few dark sins and they have cursed me with one of the black curses of Kevlar the Dark. The Curse of Krevolavaris and I have already made my choice.>

<This is a woeful day indeed brother…..should Nujokolo be present?> General Nanjel shook his head.

<The right, yes, but not the heart to do so. His heart is too tender, his heart too pure of innocence. Maladies wanted him to live such a life before she passed away to the promised realm.> General Gamar'Kink placed a hand upon his labor heavy shoulder.

<Yes….but I worry most is Nujokolo. Even now he feels betrayed that I have not disciplined him the way the other male children have. If I go through with the ritual, he will see it as punishment from the Great Mother Norjonto for not learning the respect towards the feminine.>

<Then I shall be honored to have the opportunity. I want to make it my final remembrance of you brother.> The two generals grasped hands, making the agreement final.

~*~

Later that night, the young Nujokolo was taken by his gemoma (uncle) to the temple of Norjonto to pray. General Nanjel, after seeing his son for the last time, had went toward his bedroom closet and pulled out his burial robe, in which looks like a Japanese Kimono with bright white fabric and red lining with the Wukin Cast Crest upon the right side, over the heart. He put on the burial robe in place of his hose hold robe and then pulls out a sheath ceremonial dagger.

<Nujokolo….forgive me…> He silently spoke as he began to recite the words of the Curse of Krevolavaris, beginning the ritual of forgiveness towards the Great Mother Norjonto.

Outside of the house, Nujokolo then remembered his prayer scroll. He had forgotten it inside of the house. <Wait Gamar'Kink-gem, I forgot to bring my prayer scroll, I shall return soon..> Nujokolo then runs back towards the house.

<Nujokolo, stop your pace!> But were left unheard by both distance and being drowned out by the shreak/roar of a dying Zandrini. The horrible sound originating from Nujokolo's home.

<Aunom(father)? Aunom!!> Nujokolo rushed up towards the second level of the house to try and save his Aunom. Just outside of the door, he saw blue light and he feared the worst. He quickly opened the door to find the body of Nanjel with a dagger in the chest, grasped by cold hands and the soul of Nanjel entering the vortex of light. <AUNOM!!> Nujokolo cried out as he rushed towards the now dead body of Nanjel calling him back. Tears flowed from Nujokolo's eyes as the vortex of light closed and Gamar'Kink entered the room.

Gamar'Kink then kneeled next to Nujokolo and placed a hand upon his shoulder, hoping to calm his sadness. <Nujokolo…..your father had to do this….it was either death or dishonor for you and your descendants and he had chosen death…..you shouldn't feel ill feelings towards your father. He did it for you…> But his words of comfort felt deaf towards Nujokolo.

<AAUNOOOOM!!!!!>

~*~

A week has passed since the death of the General Nanjel. Close relatives and comrades have attended the funeral burning of Nanjel's physical body as priestesses chant prayers to insure the passing of his eternal soul to the promised realm. The Emperor Kovi and his daughter, the Princess Kikia, have also joined in the funeral burning. Emperor Kovi sees this as respectful towards the future family of his youngest daughter. The announcement of the betrothal between the Princess Kikia and Nujokolo had been broadcast throughout the homeworld. Nujokolo realized that Princess Kikia was the reason why his Aunom had comitted suicide as he secretly gazed upon the imperial princess with such strong hatred.

<`I swear upon the passed soul of Aunom, I swear upon the Great Mother Norjonto that I shall avenge his death!'> Nujokolo vowed in secret as the body of Nanjel burned into cinders. He swears that upon the day of Rebellion that he shall commit the darkest of sins, the murder of a feminine, the Princess Kikia.

~*~

Jean and Relena felt horrified as they heard of Nujokolo's tale. They could never have imagined that such a fate could ever happen to any one at such a young age. Nujokolo continued to lean against the mecha's leg.

"Nujokolo, I-" Relena was interrupted by another one of Nujokolo's out burst.

"Are you happy now? I told you that I did not want to tell, but did you ever listen?!" Nujokolo then began to walk away.

"I'm sorry about your-"

"Shut up! I don't need your sympathy! I don't need anyone's sympathy!" He angrily walked away from the two, cursing. Kikia had heard his tale about the death his Audom and she could barely believe it herself. She had never known that Nujokolo had hated her so much.

<Thy love….I didn't know…..I didn't know…I'm sorry …..> Kikia said silently in between sobs as she then cried into the doll of herself that she was planning to give to her beloved as a present. Before she had no idea as to why Nujokolo hated her, now she knew why.

~*~

Sorry this one took so long, writer's block. So then I hope you guys enjoyed this little chapter, please read and review.